milliways_bar | Entries tagged with goliath

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

He'd been on his way to the library when the door opened up onto the unusual sight of Milliways. It has been some time since Goliath has been here, less on his side then in the bar itself, and it gives him pause. The last time he was in he was bound for some time. Still, it would be interesting to have another look around and perhaps take some time off from the younger clan members sqabbling and worrying over Eliza and her brother.

Stepping inside, the tall gargoyle keeps a firm hand on the door handle, testing it carefully to make sure the door still opens before finally letting go.

The place seems the same though with perhaps more people then he remembered. Of course his recent days haven't been spent among many humans so that could be it.

Standing near the doorway he surveys the room and tries to decide what to do with himself now that he's here.

wingless-clan.livejournal.com

Elisa entered the Bar in full dress uniform. Ramrod straight and grim looking, she glanced around the bar before removing her hat. The door had obviously caught her on a bad day.

That didn't seem to matter though, as she stalked toward the bar and pulled a small plastic bag full of charred plastic bits and ash. She'd been carrying the thing around like a good-luck charm. "Bar?" she asked at last, grinding the bag between her fingers "Give this to Carlos Ramirez with a map of my New York?"

That done she sighed, shoulders slowly relaxing as she just worked on the breathing without anger or crying.

bigredbeak

Brooklyn pokes his head around the open door.

"Hey! This place!"

He is weary for a moment. Last time he was here, he was turned into a stuffed, toy dragon. And people tease him because he has such a dislike of magic. You trying being stone or plush and see if you like it, bud!

But, mmmmm, more bacon smells! This place makes great bacon! It is still gargoyle breakfast time.

"Okay. Okay. I'm coming in. But if I get turned into anything this time, I'm never coming back, okay? You got me?"

winterladym.livejournal.com

The dear Lady Maeve has gotten herself an ice tea, and is toying with making it icier. Dip the finger into the water, watch as ice forms on the crust, then tap it to break it into small shards. Idle fun.

Which reminds her.

She raises her head, gazing around the bar. So many mortals, so little time. Some of her threads are still here, and some need some working on.

So, who here needs a wish granted?

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

Matrix wanders down the stairs, and heads over to the bar. He'd spent the night last here after getting a room key from Bar.

...It was probably a good idea, especially considering the condition he was in, and what a certain Game Sprite would do to him if she saw him like that.

Anyway, one large, green sprite sitting at the bar, eating what appeared to be ramen out of a bowl with the word 'RAM' on the side. There are still a couple of teal colored bruises on his face and arms.

He's botherable, if somewhat tired.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Nathan came down the stairs, and glanced across the bar. It was still a wall. Dammit. He needed to get back. His brother is in trouble (AGAIN), and he was still stuck here. He went over to Bar to sit. New York Journal appeared, and an issue of Time and Newsweek from his time and world. Also a book, but this one he actually liked getting. Interesting take on foreign policy. He sat there with a light dinner, and read some of the articles.

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

The sun's gone down. The food's been replenished.

So has the booze.

A bonfire's been set up, and is burning.

There are people relaxing , here and there, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

There are others, outside the ring of light, enjoying the darkness.

Don't go inside yet.

The night is young.

wingless-clan.livejournal.com

Okay, it was one thing to step into a bar and end up in another Bar. It was another thing entirely to step into a copy room at work and see that your pet delusion of the week was not quite as imaginary as hoped.

She couldn't help the small smile, after all, it was magical, and kinda nice that the Bar at the End of the Universe was real...but it slid into annoyance and no little frustration as the door closed and disappeared. She'd been working, the last bit of paperwork for the Xanatos affair...

Only when she'd given up on getting the door back did she truly face bar proper, a growl on her lips...then she noticed puppets. Puppets everywhere. The Bar populace in general was lucky she didn't draw her piece then and there.

So there was one very annoyed, confused cop with her back to the wall...

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

Goliath is in the main bar tonight, sitting beside the fireplace watching the door, or rather where the door should be since he cannot actually see it. He has a cup of tea and a book though he's not paying either much attention. Restless does not begin to cover how he feels. He'd like to see a familiar face, or even meet someone new. Anything to take his mind off of the fact he has not been home in months.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew wanders into the main bar, trying to decide if he's hungry enough to order dinner.*

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

You heard of running for office? Well, he's running for that, but at the moment, Nathan's also running out back. Bundled up some against the cold, and running over near the lake. Breath steaming behind him. Pushing himself like he usually did so. His feet started leaving the ground, and this time, he was aware of it. Hmmm... seemed quiet, and nobody around here. Trying to be discreet and nonchalent about it as he hovered a few inches in the air. Then dropping back down quickly.

"OW!" Maybe a little too quickly.

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

Goliath is in the main bar tonight. He's seated on a stool looking curiously at the drink that Bar has provided him. It's a rather large hot chocolate with a tower of whip cream on top and sprinkles. It's not what he asked for, but for some reason it makes him smile. Perhaps it's because it reminds him of the younger gargoyles at home who would love something like this. He has been feeling pretty homesick lately.

It would be nice if someone came to chat. And perhaps explain exactly how he's supposed to drink this thing.

futures_of_ash

[Some internal work is done]

And there was a telepath, flame licking along her skin upon occasion as she paced along the lake shore. She didn't think being indoors at this moment would be the best of ideas, seeing what she'd just put herself through...

And she couldn't just sit still and meditate...

So she paced.

Pacing was good.

And occasionally skipped rocks across the water, since she was getting better at that particular trick.

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

[Goliath dreams of a brother lost.]

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew in the bar. He has not had any chocolate except for a perfectly innocuous packet of M&Ms.*

*Right now, he's munching a turkey sandwich and scribbling in his notebook.*

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

Goliath's been here for some time now, although lately he hasn't been around the main Bar. He enters the main bar area and looks over to the now familiar sight of the blank wall with no door in it for him.

Trying not to let the lack of door get to him more then it already has he asks for a cup of tea and something to read from Bar and takes it to go and sit by the fire.

conglomerelda

Ignoring the class work she had so carefully organized an outline for, Elda is outside flying.

It's not quite dark yet, and the sky is beautiful, even if there appear to be rain clouds in the distance.

She wonders what would happen if she just flew as far as she could. Perhaps an experiment for later. For now she'll just enjoy the wind in her feathers.

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

Zoe's in the bar again tonight, Naomi settled in a sling across her front as she walks in--more or less a necessary piece of equipment, given the number of ladders and catwalks on Serenity.

She ends up settled in a booth with dinner, but conversation, or stopping by to meet the littlest Washburne, would still be welcome.

badinlatin

Mal actually entered the bar an hour ago. I'm sure you saw him walk in and go to the bar to order himself a drink. You may have heard him utter to Bar a short phrase: "I'm bored", and you may have seen him receive a game he did not recognize, along with instructions.

"Rubik's Cube. Huh."

Of course, an hour later and his glass empty, you may be hearing other short phrases coming from Mal's habitual barstool, but I highly doubt they are as PG as "I'm bored".

[ooc: I blame Sophie for the icon.]

stilljustandrew

*Andrew comes thumping down the stairs from his room, notebook under his arm.*

*He sits down at the bar, orders a root beer float, and commences alternately scribbling and tapping his pencil on the bartop.*

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

Goliath has been scarce since his first days in the bar, taking time to explore and even stretch his wings a bit. Now he is back in the Bar sitting on a stool and staring at a cup of tea.

He's still new and more then a little lost so come talk to the big guy, he needs a friend.

[ooc: Goliath-mun appoligizes for those that was threading with before. Had to go out of town and was mostly without electricity let alone a computer. Feel free to poke at adamantiumbat if you want to continue any of those threads or tag again and Goliath will be happy to play ;)]

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

There is a gargoyle pacing the length of the bar, head down the entire way until he comes to the wall where a door should be. Then he stands and regards it before turning and making another lap in his pacing.

He came in last night and is very lost and worried. Every now and again he looks down at his own hands and glances towards the window. Something is very wrong here and it isn't just that he's seem to be in a bar at the end of the universe.

He's not as angry as he was last night, but still, approach with caution.

stone-warrior.livejournal.com

The main door swung open abruptly to reveal a New York skyline, oddly with a castle standing amongst the taller skyscrapers. Laser flashes streaked the skies and the sounds of roars and engines flooded in. Then came a falling figure which flew through the door backwards and skid across the floor, turning over several tables and chairs before crashing into a far wall. Once the wings and tail were clear the door promptly closed and disappeared for the figure on the floor.

Shaking his head and slowly getting to his feet Goliath looked around in confusion, then in anger. The towering gargoyle quickly began to search for the way he'd come in here and a way to get out. He'd briefly caught sight of the door when he'd fallen through it but didn't find it now. With an angry growl he strode over towards the wall, ignoring what was around him for now in favor of finding a way back out. If there was no door he'd just have to make one.