[identity profile] eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com
There's an Easter in the bar tonight, curled up in one of the chairs with a caramel macchiato. It's getting chilly again, and she's not terribly happy about it, so she's bundled in a fluffy angora sweater, trying to fend off the chill. Come say Hi.
[identity profile] eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com
A curvaceous blonde goddess walks in and smiles. It's been too long. She moves gracefully over to Bar herself and lays a fond hand on her surface.

"Hello dear, remember... oh..."

A tequila sunrise appears bext to her hand, and she grins broadly.

"Thank you dear, knew I could count on you."
[identity profile] royal-guarantor.livejournal.com
Roshaun comes downstairs, book in hand, and heads outside to enjoy the summer evening. He doesn't plan on having too many more of them in this place, after all.

Interrupt at will.
[identity profile] bitter-innocent.livejournal.com
There's a reasonably content sailor out by the lake this afternoon.

Edmond has not spent much time outside, since arriving, but that's all going to change. You see, he's discovered where the boats are moored and is currently sitting on a rock nearby, enjoying their proximity.
He's still a little shaky on borrowing procedure, however, so he's unsure about taking one.

Perhaps he'll swim instead, or maybe just sit. It's a nice enough day for anything.
If you know more than him, or are just interested in company, you're more than welcome to join him.
[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com
Random of Amber is out by the lake, singing 'YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE!' at the top of his lungs and throwing rocks at the water.

It's possible that he's feeling cynical today.


The rocks are being thrown rather violently.
[identity profile] not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com
Gray Jay is inside the bar in human form, today, sitting by the fire with a cigarette and a Budweiser.

He's in a relatively friendly mood, so come say hi.
[identity profile] eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com
A goddess walks into a bar.

Maybe 'bounces' is a more appropriate term, though perhaps a bit less dignified. Not that she cares. It is her time of year. Her season in the sun, so to speak, and it shows in her mood.

Come talk to her, she'll buy you a drink.


((OOC: Off for dinner, back shortly.))
[identity profile] watcher-g-man.livejournal.com
There's a Giles in the bar.
Middle-aged Watcher with a guitar, and he's sitting over by the stage on a barstool.
Got a giftie in his pocket for someone (since he missed them on V-Day)
Soft strumming on the guitar, and gentle, clear voice.
(It's rock music, but relax, this music has no further properties than typical music performed well)

The Beatles-Something )
[identity profile] eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com
There is a goddess sitting at the Bar sipping a Tequila Sunrise. When did she get there?
[identity profile] eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com
Easter wanders in from out back and finds herself a spot with a nice view of the observation windows.

Come see what the goddess has been up to.
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[personal profile] gonna_live
Once upon a time in the magical world of Milliways, Kaylee and Eddie Dean were having a conversation. Kaylee said wistfully that she'd always wanted to try bartending, only...mechanic, and lack of time. Well, says Eddie, How about you take a shift and see what it's like?

So. Cookies have been dropped off at the Dean residence as a way of saying thanks; the Black Books of Bartending Lore under Bar have been perused (on Eddie's advice), a few specials have been chalked up on the board:

Specials:

Wooly Mitten
Pink Cello
Tangerine Dream
New Canaan brandy


And Kaylee is leaning on Bar, looking eager and adorable. You know how it is. Sometimes you just want to duct-tape her mouth and drop her in the hold for a month.

"Hey, folks. Happy Hour's open. What'll you have?"
[identity profile] eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com
A goddess steps through the door. Only, it doesn't look much like a goddess at the moment, she's got far too many sweaters on for that. A few moments later though, she's peeled off most of her outerwear, retrieved her tequila sunrise from Bar and has settles herself in front of the fire.

Ahh... Milliways.
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[personal profile] not_that_spike
For a long time, the only person Spike knew here from his own time and location was Ed. Well, Ed and the dog, but the dog doesn't count as a person even though Ein thinks he ought to. And Spike kind of liked it that way: made things easy. Not too many questions, not too many things he had to answer for.

Now, all of a sudden, there's a lot of them: Ed, Ein, Faye, Julia, Gren, Stella. All he has to say about that is thank fuck Vicious isn't here.

It isn't that he thinks about this shit a hell of a lot: it's just the way things are and no matter what fate throws at him, he'll be okay. He can deal with it. The only thing that would set him off in a really bad way would be if anything -- anything -- from his past ended up hurting Beth in any way.

But he's not anticipating trouble. Especially not today: he's done his first official workout since before he and Beth left for Christmas-on-Venus and he feels really good. He stops at the bar for a couple bottles of cold water before moving over to the usual table by the fire. It's a good table: he can stretch his legs out; he can pretend he's not smoking as much as he is by flicking cigarette butts into the fire; he can watch the flames if he feels like ignoring people; he's got a good view of the bar's comings and goings.

Plus, he can always see Beth when she walks into the room. Of course, there's not a hell of a lot that keeps him from noticing her. Ever.
[identity profile] not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com
Wisakedjak is in human form today, sitting at a table with stew and applemash.

Come meet the trickster.
[identity profile] duke-roger.livejournal.com
*Roger gets himself a nice seat at the bar with a nice plate of sliced beef in front of him. He's dressed in sex black.*
[identity profile] darkly-romantic.livejournal.com
Louis enters Milliways with obvious pleasure, scanning the room with lively eyes and a small smile. He inhales deeply, and goes to the bar for a glass of wine.
[identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*Paper-white, Bernard walks behind the bar from his table where Charlie Weasley and Crowley still sit talking amiably. He takes a deep breath and lights a new cigarette off the old one.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Drink specials tonight are Strongbow, Guinness, and Bushmill's Whiskey.

Food specials also have a distinctly Irish theme, as you might have guessed.

Now. What'll you have?
[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com
[Post/Pre-Milliways: Hyde's room]

* Hyde, Mike and Indy appear at the top of the stairs chuckling to each other. Hyde and Mike head on down while Indy seems to notice an interesting mark on the wall which he proceeds to stare at for several minutes *

* Eventually he decides that the mark is not actually that interesting. He treads carefully, peering closely at each stair as he descends. To a casual observer it might not be apparent that he hasn't actually been to bed. Nor that he's spent the last twenty four hours in Hyde's room... doing whatever it is that happens in Hyde's room. What they would notice is that he is sporting a rather large amount of twinkie cream matted into his hair and splotched across his face. Quite fetching really *

* The scruffy explorer is already in conversation with someone — possibly himself or possibly the stairs *

Each stair is an independent being with its own dimensions and angles. One must treat each step with the respect it deserves. Stairs have rights too. Don't you? We need to get some carpeting on this one, it looks cold. Oh you do have carpet. That's nice. Very comfy. Mmmm... soft under my feet. Feet have feelings too you know? Not independent ones... but still, you gotta take them into consideration with the whole walking on stuff thing. It'd be real hard to walk if you got your feet stolen for example. 'Specially down stairs. Right?

* Once he has reached the bottom of the staircase he just stands there looking at his feet for a while, wondering why they haven't answered his question. Through sunken bloodshot eyes Indy squints at the bar with his mouth curled in an immovable smirk. He spies Hyde *

I seeeee you! FOOD! And bananas!

* He runs over and bounces onto a stool next to Hyde, peering up and down the length of the counter curiously *