milliways_bar | Entries tagged with corrie mackenzie

Guppy is over in a corner, experimenting with a book and some post-it notes.

He holds the post-it in his teeth, and the book in one hand. Then with the other hand behind his back, he nudges the post-it onto the page, then pulls to see if he can turn the page.

It doesn't work.

Disappointed, he drops the sticky note and considers the problem. There has to be some way to turn pages and hold the book when a person has only one working arm.

***

Shufti is perched on a table, keeping an eye on the bar. Her security badge is, as always, pinned on her jacket.

***

Toby is asleep by the fire, his mouth hanging open.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: In the midst of nightmares, Lilly finally finds what she was looking for. It's not what she expected, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.]

Lilly doesn't appear in Milliways so much as collapse into it, leaning heavily against the bar in order to stay upright. She's exhausted, unattractively pale, and she's wearing pajamas, but... she's also smiling faintly.

It's nice to have good news, for once.

[ooc: totally open for plot and non-plot tags, even if you would rather her not mention nightmares. see backroom post for details, or feel free to ping!]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

[After this:]

A few nights ago, Mary had a long and heated - we'll call it a discussion - with her guardian.

There was a lot of shouting, and there were some unpleasant truths, and at the end of it Mary stalked out and threw herself on her bed and refused to come out for quite a long time.

And now, several days later . . . now Mary is in the bar. Sitting at the counter, facing out, with a half-sullen and half-thoughtful expression on her face and a piece of paper in her lap.

She ought to leave a note at the very least, and she ought to not stay too long, for there are things to be packed, and she ought to -

But she doesn't have to do these things just yet.

notanarc.livejournal.com

[oom: Byers knows what he has to do.

This post is open for note-leaving. Thanks!]

When he said he'd "be back in a minute", he meant it.

Quickly, he moves to the bulletin board and tacks a flyer to it, leaves one with Bar, and places a few others on some empty tables.

And just like that, he's gone.

The flyers read:

"ATTENTION MILLIWAYS PATRONS:

If you've been having vivid nightmares that have left you with physical marks or any other evidence that it wasn't just a dream, I would like to speak with you. Please leave your name on a note with Bar so that we can schedule a meeting. Thank you.

- John F. Byers"

Tinytag: Thy Kingdom Come

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

In through the door comes a 5'6" mass of red hair, fishnets, leather and neon. He smells like a cocktail got in a fight with a bong and lost, and he has on more makeup than Joan Rivers.

That's right, what you have before you is a 17 year old rock star from the 1980s. He's singing to himself, and knows full well that he'd just stepped into a place that was NOT his dressing room, and if it was, it was the biggest, coolest damn dressing room in the history of ever.

"Dude. This is a bar." Said Pickles.

He shrugged it off and proceeded to take a seat at a table and kicked his feet up onto another chair, and lit up a cigarette.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Technically, Valerie's supposed to be on waitress duty tonight.

But she didn't sleep well last night -- not well at all -- and she's not exactly in the mood.

Her apron and tray are on the floor next to the armchair she's curled up in, as if she might yet start her rounds. But for the moment, she's splitting her attentions between a glass of Scotch and an unfocused consideration of the Observation Window.

Her lower lip has been split at one corner of her mouth; it's half-closed up by now, but the alcohol still makes it sting.

[tinytag: thy kingdom come]

corrie-go-bush.livejournal.com

Last night had been...bad.

Very bad. There is a poem about dreaming of heaven and picking a flower and waking up with it and oh what then, but Corrie doesn't have a heavenly flower. What she has are scraps and scabs on her palms and her knee.

She hadn't slept, after that.

Now, Corrie is downstairs, in front of the fire, trying to get warm.

It's not working.

Current Mood: scared

corrie-go-bush.livejournal.com

[OoM:

And in that sleep of death
What dreams may come

contains gore and some whitetext.

tiny tag: thy kingdom come]

Current Mood: scared

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Last night had been harrowing, and scary with the nightmares seeming to attack Will. Kate couldn't get back to sleep after helping him, and morning felt like a long time coming. She had sit down just for a moment, and was going to check on Will when exhaustion overtook her. She was slumped over on a chair, clearly asleep, frowning a little in her sleep.

corrie-go-bush.livejournal.com

If one has agreed to try and fix the greenhouse (and been give theoretical gardening space within any and all extensions), then one should probably go out and look at the greenhouse, yes?

Even if that means pulling on layers and layers and braving the snow.

Ugh, snow.

And so it is that there is one dead, redheaded Australian girl, poking around the greenhouse curiously.

Current Mood: curious

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

[OOM: What good is a reward if you ain't around to spend it?]

When Han actually walks through the front door, the grav-shift makes him wobble slightly and hang on to the frame for support. They're just leaving the atmosphere on Yavin IV and he wanted to check on something before they got too far from the Rebel base.

Of course when he realizes where he is, a small grin spreads across his face.

"Hold on Bar, stay here," he orders, before he steps back out of the door. It doesn't close all the way, and a moment later it opens again for him. He's carrying a green box that looks like what could be a military ammo case.

And grinning.

"Alright sweetheart," Han plunks the case down on the surface and waits for his tab to come up on the board, before he pats the top. "All yours." The box vanishes and with only mild sadness Han watches it go. Of course, when the credits next to his name go from what he owes to what he has to spend...he lets out a low whistle.

"Well damn, Princess was richer than I thought she was."

A beat.

"Can I get a glass of Whyren's Reserve and a nerf steak, please?" When he gets the whiskey and the meal without protest he grins again. "Thanks."

Botherable.

[ooc: Mun's stepping out for dinner, will be back in a bit.]

thephoenixsings.livejournal.com

Phoenix is not having a good day.

In order to make the events of her horrible time at work disappear, she thinks she'll just unlock the door to her room, drop everything on the floor, and then drop herself into bed for the rest of the night.

But she is sorely mistaken.

After all, it's not everyday your hotel room, the one you've been staying at for a few months and have come to know quite well, has been replaced by a bar.

Needless to say, Phoenix is incredibly surprised. And the only thing she can say is "What?"

Would someone care to help the poor girl out? She knows she hasn't taken anything today.

[Tiny tags: Phoenix, Phantom of the Paradise]

not-a-wizard.livejournal.com

Telemain hasn't been in the bar in months. Which is why he doesn't expect his door to open to it, which is why he doesn't look up from the book he's reading while he walks, which is why he collides with a chair.

"Oh my," he manages, a few long moments later when it's all sunk in.

corrie-go-bush.livejournal.com

Corrie is attempting to work out how to repair a greenhouse. This seems, at least by the look the redheaded teenager is giving her book, fairly impossible.

On the other hand, there are lots of pretty pictures of greenhouses, so it's not all a total loss.

(Even if Corrie is convinced all that green English grass is fake. It has to be. Grass just doesn't get that green. Not unless there has been tons of rain the night before.

Astroturf. Gotta be.)

ostro_goth

Teja is in the forge, making trilobate spikes out of silver.

The time of the wolfmen is past for this month, but it seems that some would wear spikes merely for adornment. And there will be another full moon, eventually.

The door is open, and the warmth from the forge has turned the snow near the door to slush. While at work, Teja is willing to talk to friends and strangers, customers and curious passers-by, alike.

[[OOC: Forge post; open for a day or two for all forge related business, or general Goth-bothering.-]]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Revan has a cute, young blond in his lap. And she's distracting him from his reading of the news by covering the screen of his datapad with her pudgy little hands.

Yes. If you haven't guessed by now that cute, young blond in his lap? Is actually his six-month old daughter, Kaelyn.

She's babbling incessantly and seems perfectly happy to be (or seems completely unaware of) distracting her father from his work.

Revan, on the other hand, is only a little exasperated: "Sweetie, I can't read the feeds with you doing that."

"Ba ba ba ba - oooh ooh, ba ba."

Both are completely botherable.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Winter seems to Mary to be going awfully slowly.

It's not that she can't take the cold. She can. But one can only plan out what one wishes to do with one's garden for so many months before one starts to become impatient with the time it's going to take to put one's plans into motion.

Right now, Mary's got a notebook with different types of flowers written into it; she has seed packets; she has everything she need spread out before her on a table, at present, and she's regarding it all very sourly. How is it only January still?

hero_farmboy

Clark was more than happy to volunteer when he heard through the grapevine that the Happy Hour shift was up for grabs tonight. It makes him feel useful and he's really not in the mood to just sit around and stare at the Observation Window. Besides, it's not like he has anything better to do at home. Or that he couldn't have still done it when he gets back.

The specials are written up neatly on the board:

Ruby Slipper
Metropolis
Apple Pie with a Crust

Obviously, someone is unaware that tonight may hold special significance for some.

farmerfromhell.livejournal.com

It's been a tough week. Gav's not getting any easier to deal with, Ellie's had a headache for the past three days, and Lee's still on about the Pimpernel and wanting her to join.

And she wants to. That's what's really sticking in Ellie's craw.

She just needs a break.

Milliways -- handily -- appears at precisely the right moment; Ellie sighs with pleasure, dumps her armful of schoolbooks and stumps straight over to the Bar, sandy-blonde hair dishevelled and sweaty and boots caked with mud.

A relaxing few hours at the end of the world sounds perfect.

scurlock

If you happen to be outside near the stables or the paddocks, you're likely to notice that most of the horses are out of the actual stables and milling about to get some good grass in while the weather permits.

If you happen to peek inside the building itself, you're likely to see a few bales of hay in the middle of the walkway and hear a voice up in the loft above the stalls. If you manage to not alert that voice to the fact that you're in earshot, you'll even catch him singing.

"I killed a man in Dallas,
And another in Cheyenne
But when I killed the man in Tombstone
I overplayed my hand..."

Just because he's a teacher and a poet doesn't mean he can't sing a little while he works as well. This is also caused by the fact that he had two cups of coffee this morning, and whoever brewed the pot knows how to make it right.

He's cleaning out old hay and taking count of how much is up there, so occasionally, a little pile will come flying off the edge to the walkway below. Hey, he put the ropes up, as to not dump it on anyone's head. At least it's clean?

"I rode all night for Tucson
To rob the Robles Mine
And I left old Arizona
With a posse right behind..."

notthatpotter

James has been in the bar, unnoticed for several hours now. He has several large loose-leaf sheets of parchment in front of him, a jar of black ink, and a quill as well.

He's been planning something big and exciting and wonderful for his big brother, Will.

Now is the time to find recruits to help him make his plans a reality and accept suggestions as well. This party, because it will be quite the party, has to be the best thing ever. Slowly, he moves all his material to a more open space in the bar, and puts up a sign (because he's seen others put signs up before and they seem to work).

It reads:

IF YOU ARE A FRIEND OF WILL SCARLETT, PLEASE COME TALK TO ME! :)

[ooc: Hello slowtime, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again...]

un_fallen

There are already quite a few animals in the bar. It's probably for the best that this one can not speak; the entrance was silent (or hidden), the transformation equally so. The creature looks listless and resigned, as though waiting for something.

Death, maybe? Death would be good. (*#+^@& Milliways.

weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com

After certain events transpired yesterday, an odd addition has been added to the Bar top in the shape of a glass aquarium.

If one were to take a closer look, they may notice a piece of paper taped to one side, with the hand written words of:

DANGER!
VENOMOUS LYING WEASEL
DO NOT RELEASE!

The weasel contained certainly looks pissed off, but isn't entirely venomous.. not yet anyway. Just don't start tapping the glass.

realmrsreynolds

It's an old lady.

Soon to be older -- her birthday's coming up soon.

Perhaps that's why the Bar has decided to be humorous, offering up a pamphlet titled So You're A Sextagenarian alongside Sallie's tea.

"[Very funny, you crazy plank of wood...]"

corrie-go-bush.livejournal.com

No, Corrie has not been hit by the Chair, although the mun thinks she'd make a very good yellow-footed rock wallaby. No, Corrie is perfectly human, albeit dead.

She's also staring at the Bar in great...confusion.

Stop-off-on-way-to-Heaven is a Scottish Bar at the end of the Universe where there are lots of animals.

...

Right. Makes perfect sense.