[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
When Yuki makes his way into the bar tonight, he's clearly in a hurry. Probably not in a hurry to reach the end of the universe, but from the relieved sigh as he drops his laptop case and book into the nearest booth, one might gather that he's not displeased to have found Milliways.

On the other hand, may seem rather frazzled, even tired, his hair's got a mind of it's own, and he could really use a beer and a smoke right about now.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
Sandy haired Japanese author in a booth. Nothing new.
With a laptop, reading glasses, and cigarette. Also not uncommon.
Content. In fact, almost smiling. ...Rather unusual.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
Yuki's sitting at the bar this afternoon, picking at a salad. Or more accurately picking out the celery which he can't stand. See? He does occasionally eat something other than carry out. Though apparently only when he makes the mistake of asking Bar to surprise him.

At least he's got a beer and his usual cloud of smoke to console him.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
The prickly novelist is in the bar again, having claimed a table and set up to get some writing done. The laptop is with him today, which makes the writing easier, and the writer potentially less irritable.

Though, at the moment, it seems he's just staring at the screen and enjoying a smoke.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
Because the mun is too lazy to log someone else in just now-

There's an author scribbling away in a booth. He may be cranky about interruptions, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't poke him. Just, um, you may regret reading over his shoulder.
[identity profile] bright-burning.livejournal.com
So, sitting with his back to the observation window, there's a Rial. Datapad, stylus, and caf near at hand, but he's currently just watching the bar.

And the waitrats.

He's still not positive they don't bite.

~

And there's a reformed vampire, sharpening her dagger and ignoring the cat currently attacking her foot. If she's glancing around the bar a little more often then usual, well, what of it?

Doesn't mean nothing.

~

And last but certainly not least, there's Fire. She's got a table near the Window (near the future, at least for her) and a glass of red wine. As usual, something's on fire - but this time, it's nearly a score of little candles, scattered in seemingly random patterns across the table.

You'd have to look closely to see the snowflake design, outlined in fire.

But never mind that, dear. She doesn't bite.

Usually.

[ooc: And lo, there was bed for the Hallia. Tagging still welcomed, will pick up inna morning.]
[identity profile] mallory-grace.livejournal.com
Who: Mallory Grace
What: First Entrance
Where: Front Door
When: Late afternoon

Just before arrival )

A tall, dark haired young woman stumbles backward through the door of the bar, holding a terrified cat against her with one arm, and a rapier in the opposite hand. She loses her footing and falls onto her butt with a muffled curse as the impact makes her loosen her hold on the cat, who streaks away. The door swings closed, and Mallory sits facing it with a puzzled expression. That doesn’t look like the carriage house door….

“What the hell?”

Someone might want to tell her where she’s just landed—and catch that cat – her brother will be looking for it.
[identity profile] forge-fire.livejournal.com
Hephaestos seems to have found a booth.

On the table, he's got a plain silver briefcase of some sort, simple enough with a handle and clasps. It's pushed to the back of the booth, however, to be pulled up later. He himself is still working on the bird, the great red phoenix he'd been feathering earlier. All the feathers are on now, of course, but he's doing the final adjustments while he waits.

He is not, however, averse to company.

sugar.

Oct. 9th, 2006 04:31 pm
[identity profile] whiteabsolution.livejournal.com
After getting situated in Milliways, she's back in her old dress, she missed the corset and the stockings and the laces. Sugar takes a seat at a booth, a book resting in her lap as she orders a glass of water from a wandering waitrat (which she was still most fascinated by). Once her order was placed, she picks up her novel and begins to read

Please come bother her, she won't bite...unless you'd like her to ofcourse.
[identity profile] bright-burning.livejournal.com
Fire wanders on through her door, shaking ash from her hair. A quick stop at bar for a pile of napkins and a glass of wine, and she's sprawled in an armchair, lighting the napkins on fire and tossing them in the air, letting them float down in little balls of ash and flame.

Somewhat surprisingly, nothing else is even being singed.

Oh yeah. She's that good.

Entry Post

Oct. 9th, 2006 08:30 am
[identity profile] luckbun-yoyo.livejournal.com
It is just before school starts, and Momoko is fresh from the shop down the street, one big brown bag full of her favorite sweets. With a bright smile and a spin on one foot, she holds the bag up. "The best candies are mine again!" She says happily, before she steps through the door to the shop to the street outside.

...Only, this is not outside. Where was Tokyo City? As she stands in the doorway, she blinks her red eyes at the sight before her. A bar. Where there was once a grand city with many tall buildings, there is now a bar. She blinks slowly for a moment.

Momoko Akutsutsumi has entered Milliways.

first grasp

Oct. 8th, 2006 09:22 pm
[identity profile] yukon-2019.livejournal.com
Lucy pops off her wretched hotel-room up ... where? Sounds have changed. No more unnerving-silence-only-interrupted-by-sick-neon lamps-buzzing. There are voices in the air now ...

'... in my head, aren't they? They're all in ... I am in! Oooh that's exciting - but I didn't expect it to be so ... dark!?'

She's not aware of having mouth and eyes shut tightly - possibly like waiting for a strike.

She's not aware of sitting on the ground - possibly right in the middle of something that would look like a bar (with eyes open).

Hopefully no one trips over her. Sincere apologies, if someone does.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
This is an entry post which has been confiscated to say that the mun finally has a night where she can be up past midnight, is still bored, and welcoming threads.

It is also to say that Eiri's still in the bar, since he usually goes to bed late, and sleeps late. In this case particularly, as he's trying to avoid an interview he'll have to return to, eventually.

In the meantime, he's got coffee, a book resting open on one arm of the sofa, a bored expression, and a cigarette that's slowly burning away to nothing. Come distract him before he starts looking for trouble, or drops ash all over himself, the book, or the upholstery.

[ooc: Mun is awake again and open to tagging, as will not post another EP so soon.]
[identity profile] bright-burning.livejournal.com
It seems one not-exactly-deity-or-personification has decided to come down to the main bar, tonight. It also seems, however, that she's been elsewhere - there's grey ash caught in her hair, and the normal scent of woodsmoke is surprisingly strong.

She's also not really taking pains to appear mortal. If you look closely, you might be able to see the reflection of flames in her eyes, or just under her skin.

But she won't burn you, dear, of course not.

Right?
[identity profile] sir-apropos.livejournal.com
...remember all that effort I usually go to in an attempt to mock and intrigue people?

Insert it here.

As for me, I'm at the bar itself with a bowl of stew and some wine.
[identity profile] curlys-boy.livejournal.com
Kyle's sitting at a table, waiting for Warren to come downstairs. He's playing The Sims 2 on his cellphone. Nothing else to do with it, reception from his world is a distant memory for now. There's something strange about him, well stranger than normal. It's the faint scent of wolf and metal surrounding him, as can be attested to the four black hairs on his t-shirt. Nor the tell-tale bulge against the small of his back, which reeks of metal and magic.

Oh he's human, but that doesn't change the way he smells at the moment. He'd be up for some conversation while he waits on the werewolf he lives with.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
With the bar's usual poor timing-
When yuki walks in today, he's carrying leftovers, in the typical fold-y take-out container, this one- white with red characters. He's also holding chopsticks.

Scowling, he walks to a table and sits down to eat. He's learned that turning around and walking back out his door just means you end up walking back in a different one next time you change rooms.

One of these days he might also learn to carry certain items around everywhere.
Cigarettes, for example.
[identity profile] fallen-april.livejournal.com
Depressed 23-year-old writer/artist inna bar on a couch with an old journal/sketchbook. She's not really looking at it anymore, and she is, once again, curled up in a blanket. This time, she's staring out the window, watching the universe explode.

Feel free to cheer up, distract, stare at, mock, or depress more.
[identity profile] dragonofgrey.livejournal.com
Draco had been busy in the House of Arch, but he stopped by the bar today via the painting. Ordered some lunch from one of the waitrats, and found a booth to lounge in. Amused himself with writing in a book. It might be a diary. Not that he would admit to it, or likely would hex anybody that tried to read it. Well, the rules held him in check slightly.

Slightly. Depending on who you are, he might not mind a distraction. Feel like talking to a git?

And as for snakes... what snakes? We know nothing about no stinkin' snakes.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
It's too early to be thinking clearly so Yuki's sprawled on a sofa with a book and smoke. It's not a very good book, in his opinion, so he wouldn't mind an excuse to put it down. The cigarette, however, he is quite enjoying.

He might not be nice, per se, but it's probably as good a time as any to interrupt.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
Seems he's had time to stop by his apartment since the last time he wandered into the bar - unexpectedly. But he's here of his volition tonight.

Milliways provides a convenient escape from his editors and publishers, now that they've begun calling.

So it is that Yuki, with laptop and reading glasses, has found an out of the way booth. He's also forgotten his beer, and the cigarette in the ashtray beside him, but inspiration doesn't wait.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
He must have gone home last night, because he walks through the door today, hair still mussed from sleep, barefoot, and with a towel draped over one shoulder. Yes, it is after noon, but there are few things Eiri likes more than sleeping. Still, a shower would have been nice.
He settles for coffee and a scowl instead.

One pajama-clad author in a booth.
Poke gently.
[identity profile] looksunjapanese.livejournal.com
When Eiri Yuki walks through the door from his latest book signing, he is quite definitely not expecting a bar. If he were thinking differently, he might be glad for it, after such a long afternoon, but that thought is buried somewhere under the more pressing 'what the hell's happened to my apartment'.
Taking a few more steps into the room, the tall sandy haired Japanese man, with the laptop bag, book, and stack of photos, hears the door close behind him with a thud.

Meanwhile, the cigarette about falls to the floor as his jaw drops, -he looks about himself, eyes angrily narrowed and insistent.

It's a common enough reaction for new patrons, but Eiri's expression demands an answer without asking the question.

(ooc: Pre-canon if you're wondering)