milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ford prefect

[OOMAITF (Out of Milliways And In The Future): Some thirty-five years from the relative "now", Ford Prefect finally decides to retire from the Guide. As you might expect from Ford, this gets him into a bit of trouble. Fortunately, he's not left to his own devices, and gets by with a little help from a friend. Complications, as a certain captain might say, arise, ensue, and are overcome.]

[OOC: This marks Ford's retirement from Milliways. He was the first character I ever played here, and there'll always be a special place in my heart and mind for him. But, alas, his story is told, and it's time for him to take his final bows. But it's been a great ride.]

onehoopyprefect

[ooc: Millitimed to before Faith and Michael's exit]

Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent have seen a lot together over the years. They've been through the destruction of more than one planet (or, to be more precise, the same planet, more than once), and have traversed the length and breadth of the galaxy, from one temporal end to the other.

So, when Michael told them there would be an impeding threat to Antar, they were quick to offer their support and help. Even though it means being sealed away from Milliways. But, what did that matter to them, in the final analysis? Everyone they love is already on Antar, and the world isn't far from a major galactic space lane they could hitch onto if necessary.

Nevertheless, there's a somberness in leavings, so the two have come here one last time to share a pot of tea, look out across the destruction of the cosmos, and bid farewells to those they'd come to consider friends.

[ooc: Last entrance posts for these two characters. Slowtime is available for anyone who wants.]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There is a Faith in the bar, for the last time.

She's sitting at a table with coffee and a steak, looking less-than-thrilled.

She loves this place. She doesn't want to say goodbye.

It's a shame she doesn't have a choice.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Night falls, and the air begins to hold a slight chill.

Winter is returning, slowly.

The bonfire tonight is bigger, and the bar serves hot tea, coffee, and chocolate as well as alcohol. S'mores fixings, as well as other sweet treats, are available.

Children light up the patchy woods with sparklers.

This is it.

Curl up with your friends, your lovers, your friends who are lovers, or your friends who may become lovers before the night is through.

The lake party is almost over.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

There's no real sign that a party went on yesterday; the loompas made an exception and got busy outside once most patrons headed in to sleep.

It's much like it was yesterday.

Hot sun. Warm water. Abundant food. Unending drink.

And a certain air of lassitude that only an entire weekend of lying around in the sun can bring.

If you haven't yet joined the party, you might as well. We're only just getting started.

agnes_nitt

The mun is celebrating his last day as an unemployed bum, and since he has no real-life friends, you get this multi-pup entrance post instead.

Agnes is at a table working her way through a steak and baked potato. The remnants of a chicken quarter, shrimp cocktail, and vegetable soup are scattered over the rest of the surface. She's bundled up, but even the thick coat can't disguise her drastic weight-loss to those who know her.

The Doctor, blessedly unpuppetified, is in a chair by the fire drinking a cup of tea and working on a circuit board with his sonic screwdriver.

Schanke has a seat at the bar. He's drinking a cup of coffee and reading through the latest (from his personal timeline's POV) Police Gazette.

Methos has just come in through the front door from his home in Versailles. He had been going to the kitchen for a beer, but decides that getting one from the tap is that much better.

Finally, Ford Prefect is off in a corner booth with a plate of paradoxes and a non-alchololic Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster (in other words, a glass of water). He has his Guide open on the table in front of him, and is typing away on a new entry.

[ooc: As usual, please to specify who you're tagging]

unique-moments.livejournal.com

There is a baby and a Samantha in the bar. Sam has a bag! It is large!! She sets it on the bar and it disappears. There are gifts for Wes Janson, Shalla Nelprin, Mike, Melaka Fray, Raph, Arthur Dent, Kenna, Jaina Solo Fel, Jagged Fel, Zekk, Tahiri Veila, Zoe Warren, Malcom Reynolds, Shufti and Jack Manackle, River Tam, Ben Skywalker, Kaye, Trillian and Fenchurch.

After that is done (and it's tiring work), Sam goes and sits in an armchair with Elliot, along with a bottle, a cup of tea for Sam, and the stuffed Ewok. Poke them!!

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which there is a film premiere, a big damn party and a surprise party In short, Today For You knows how to throw a party the right way. Some threads might be still going on. Whoops.]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Oh look, Faith's in the bar.

Done up all Queen-like.

Feel free to mock.

mctrillian.livejournal.com

Last year, she wasn't here for September 18th, and as far as Trillian's concerned that was okay, because then, she was with the people she loved -- and this year, the people she loves are pretty hard to find in one location.

Most of them are not where she is.

So she saw her daughter, and they had breakfast together and went for a boat ride out on Third Moon, and talked about Random's birthday present, who she's still yet to have given a proper name to, discussed a few ideas, and Trillian left, taking the Fiamo to Yokohama for a couple of hours.

When the door to her Yokohama flat turns into Milliways, she's almost not surprised.

After all, fate's conspiring for her to celebrate this birthday.

So she finds herself a table toward the center of the room, a table plenty well-lit, as she is not a) Arithon or b) really very fond of corners, and pulls out Greene's The Elegant Universe: Superstrings, Hidden Dimensions and the Quest for Ultimate Theory.

The best way to spend one's birthday is writing a paper on membrane theory.

[Mun has about 45 minutes before demanding slowtimes, but slowtimes are love, and ~~Kate made me post now anyway~~ generally the best way to catch Trill in general. ♥]

antarianmax.livejournal.com

-- and so Max sat down, closing his mouth, satisfied with the presentation.

Until, of course, he realized he'd sat down in Milliways.

"That's some kind of breakage of the laws of physics I'm not even going to ask about," he relates to the chair he's found himself sitting on. "I didn't even know the bar could do that without the whole door business. Then again, sometimes I wonder about trapdoors and ceilings."

Yes, Antar's king is talking to a chair, why do you ask?

onehoopyprefect

Now here's something that hasn't been seen in a while. Two galactic travellers playing cards. Well, okay, so that's not that uncommon a sight. What's uncommon is these two particular galactic travellers being around at the same time: Ford Prefect and the Doctor.

Nevertheless, here they are, once again playing cards, betting with oreos, and sharing a pot of tea as they had done many months ago.

Come say hi to either or both. And they probably won't mind if you steal a cookie either.

wizard_dresden

Falling down stairs, complete darkness, tripping over broken furniture -

Hell, I feel right at home.

If not for the shaking, I might've thought this was my fault. But I can't do earthquakes.

A little will into my mother's amulet and it gives off a little bluish-white glow. Mom'd be so proud.

shelley_winters

Two days, again.

It's hardly anything, considering how long the wait between visits here feel, but at this point, Shelley will take what she can get. Pausing only to change into less obviously Second Age clothing, she comes down the stairs into the main bar, peering over her glasses and swallowing against the lump in her throat. She does love this place.

Resolutely not hugging the random patron she had never met before that she passes on the way, she settles on a barstool and asks for a cup of tea. English tea, with milk and enough tannin to stain the inside of the mug.

It's so good to be back. Even for little while.

[OOC: Most definitely not plotlocked, but all threads will be millitimed to before Lyrae Addam's, methinks.

Aaaand I will also very shortly be fleeing for sleep. All slowtimes WILL be picked up! Yes!]

onehoopyprefect

And here's a face that hasn't been seen in a while. The intrepid galactic hitchhiker, newly returned from another harrowing adventure across time and space in which he had braved the terrors and wonders of--

All right, all right, so he's back from reviewing a dinner theatre on Vega 9. Sheesh. Don't look at me like that.

Ford grabs some tea from the bar and heads off to a booth to do some final revisions on the review before submitting it to the editors. Feel free to come on over.

onehoopyprefect

In celebration of the mun's last day of work (until he gets a new job), we bring you this massive multi-pup post:

Ford Prefect is sipping tea and watching the universe end. It's a show that never gets boring, no matter how many times you see it.

The Doctor is sitting in a booth on the other side of the bar with a book he checked out from the magical library about broom flying.

Geoff, the God of Biscuits, walks out from the kitchens where he had been checking on the offerings at his shrine and is pleased to note that they have not tapered off.

Melkor, who has not been seen around much lately, seems thoroughly engrossed in his book. This King James person had some strange ideas about the creation story.

Donald Schanke is feeling much more chipper since talking with Nick and having had the chance to flex his deducting muscles. He's currently reading through the casefile that his partner left him, hoping to see something that will make some sense of this mess.

Maedhros hasn't been seen since he was a child, but he remembers this place fondly. The now full-grown Elf also has a booth by the Observation Window, where he watches the destruction, occassionally shooting snarky glares across the way to Melkor.

Deanna Troi is typing away on her PADD, oblivious to the world and to her melting chocolate sundae.

Agnes Nitt is at the bar scratching her head as she works in a Beginning French workbook.

Vida Bohemme, looking fabulous as always, is eyeing the karaoke machine with a faint smirk. Someone might want to warn her it's evil.

And, finally, James Moriarty, arm in a sling and leg in a brace, haunts a darkened booth near the stairs, trying desperately to make notes in a small log book with only one good hand to work with.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

Yesterday, or last week, depending entirely on where you're from and your sense of time, there was a wedding on the planet of Antar, between King Max Zan Evans and now-Queen Faith Lehane.

Thanks to various local methods of entrance and also Michael the Milliways chauffer, many many people showed up. They mingled, too.

Then, there was an Actual Official Genuine Wedding. Thanks to Random Lyrae Dent and Havelock Vetinari, it was a lot more amusing than anybody expected. (Thanks to Liam Pace, the boquet-throwing got pretty interesting too.)

After Max and Faith left, there was more mingling! Complete with several reunions from sticky political situations earlier this your-choice-of-timeframe. People are, in fact, still mingling in slowtime. (Actually, people might be showing up in slowtime, too.)

Nobody specifically asked for gifts, but some were left anyway.

Gifts might also still be being left in slowtime, as a matter of fact.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Three weeks, in Antar time, until the wedding.

Faith's still calm. The plans are dealt with, the dress fits, and Max still gets a dopey look on his face when she walks into a room.

Things, so far, are good.

She's whistling under her breath as she heads for the bar, and can't stop smiling.

Feel free to tease her about it.

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

It was another quiet evening.

This place was chaotic, but not overly disturbing once the noise was tuned out. Thus, Lyrae sat in a chair and sipped her tea while glancing into the flames. Once one became accustomed it was not unpleasant. Straightening her long black dress as she set her tea down, she pondered the possibility of a book.

Perhaps, she would be better suited with some conversation?

explorertruman.livejournal.com

(OOM: How a former reality tv star gets a new job as a Guide Researcher:

Step 1: Meet another guide, namely that frood, Ford Prefect. Find out about the exciting lifestyle, and harrowing times of a researcher for The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Step 2: Arrange a meeting time, around noonish, so there's been time for a light snack.

Step 3: Meet at scheduled time, making sure to have the above mentioned light snack, and of course, a towel. Meet another frood, Arthur Dent.

Step 4: Head out for fun times abroad the EVA pod, aka Apple, and hear rousing stories. And find out just how slimy or not is the very valuable Babelfish.

Step 5: Head to the Guide Offices on lovely Trintranix Five, be slightly confused about strange signs. Make friends with the elevator. Get some odd looks about sign confusion. Get to the office, and get some more confusion, and questions of sanity from employer. Sign paperwork. Pick up supplies to start the new, fast-paced and exciting (of course this means dangerous) life of a Guide researcher.)

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman hurried down the stairs, taking two at a time. The ends of a fluffy beach towel with a sailing ship on it, riding on cool blue waves was flapping around his arms. He seemed to have a death grip on the fabric though. He was also wearing a plaid tam, and a tan jacket overtop a button-down shirt and khakis. He wasn't sure how well to dress for the offices, but can't hurt looking presentable at least.

He flopped into his usual seat near the Window, and waved and squeaked over a waitrat.

"Just something to go today, Mr. Longtail," He said. The rat squeaked a reply, and scurried off to take care of his order, while he scanned the bar. He was bouncing in his seat with excitement, as gleeful and nervous as a little kid to see Santa over the holidays.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman dealt with the bar being out of commission yesterday well enough. He spoke with some of the waitrats instead, and almost seemed to have a conversation going with them. So he didn't realize the Bar was back to normal yet. He tried squeaking to one of the rats, even though he wasn't entirely sure what he was saying. It could be saying hello or asking for a chocolate malt milkshake, or telling them off. The rat seemed to think he meant the second option, and went to get him one.

He was sitting at his usual table by the Observation Window, though he alternated from watching the view outside, and watching the bar at large in equal fascination.

shelley_winters

[OOM: A Wind Dies.]

Out in the woods, a thin line of light brightens and widens into a shining portal from another age (called the Second Age by some) to reveal five women - the soft light of saidar brightening into existence around two of them as they step through.

One swiftly, eager to return. One slowly, leaning on a cane. One barely able to stand, but under the watchful eyes of a fourth. The last almost with a show of reluctance, fear not conquered by the sight of sanctuary.

Kim Bauer, Nita Callahan, Trillian Astra, Shelley Winters, and Random Frequent Flyer Lyrae Annabel Dent called Astoreth - but what's in a name? - walk through the trees.

[OOC: Adiva and Nita are not actually here, but handwaving is in all it's wonderful effect. Shelley, Kim and Trillian will each have their own subthread to be tagged - tagging Astoreth is possibly not advisable, as she is incoherent, dependent on the technically absent Nita, and also still homicidal under stress. Thank you all very very much.]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There is a Faith in the bar.

On purpose, even, this time.

She looks rather more cheery than she has been, and seems to be in no hurry to run back to Antar.

Feel free to come ask why.