milliways_bar | Entries tagged with max evans

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?

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

[A Great Man Dies.. And John Preston is Brought back.]

....John Preston is in the bar.

That fact in and of itself shouldn't be strange. But he's been busy, and the Bar hasn't cared to show itself save for a few happenstance showings.

So Preston, Gun Drawn, Front splattered with Gore and Red, throws open the door-slams it shut-

And stares.

"...........Father Damn it all to-"

He whirls about-there's no time for Milliways now-he's got to go back, he's got things to do-

And the door vanishes.

One John Preston, in the bar, looking seriously like he wants to kick the door-that's-not-there in.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

When Max Evans left the Antechamber this morning, something wasn't right.

And that's not to say that the things that usually weren't right had suddenly gotten that way -- there was still a small faction unhappy with his new wife, there were still many laws that weren't quite perfect, there were still plenty of economic issues, and Trillian had blown up a second power coil trying to fix the first one that had gone out in Level B -- but something else wasn't right, and the telepathic part of him that kept a very light touch on Faith was feeling something not quite right.

So he came to Milliways.

And ordered coffee with tabasco, and if you'd like to talk to him after he's talked to his wife, well, here he is.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith comes into the bar in high spirits, dressed casually - she's been training - but still wearing that somewhat ridiculous circlet in her hair. It comes off as soon as she's in the bar, and she goes up to Bar to get a cup of coffee.

This procured, she goes over to read the notice board, and sees Kaylee's note.

The coffee cup drops from suddenly-nerveless fingers, and Faith, staring in pale, wide-eyed horror, doesn't even notice the waitrats that scamper to clean up the mess.

River and Simon. Taken. Her friends - her good friends - in terrible danger.

The horror gives way, slowly, to the cold, killing fury of a very angry Slayer, and she turns on her heel and stalks over to Bar, acquiring paper and pen and writing a very brief note, which will be delivered to whichever member of Serenity's crew happens to come into the bar next.

If I can help, I will. - Faith

Then she gets another drink - whiskey this time - and stalks over to a table with a carefully blank expression on her face.

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.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

At some point before this, Max was in the bar, and he went to Bar with a pile of lovely envelopes, with less-than-lovely slips of paper inside them.

Copies were left with Bar for Ford Prefect, Trillian, Shelley Winters, Meg Giry & Andrew Wells, Arithon s'Ffalenn & Bianca Solderini, Nick Knight, Arthur Dent & Fenchurch, Zaphod Beeblebrox, Charlie Pace & Darien Fawkes, Isabel & Warren Meers, Liam, Karen and Megan Pace, David Talbot & Loki, Moiraine Sedai & Dream, Archie Kennedy & Svava, Angel Dumott Schunard, Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker, Mark Cohen, Nita Callahan & Kit Rodriguez, Crowley & Aziraphael, Richard Sharpe, Angela Edmunds, Sara Sidle, Willow Rosenberg & Tara McClay, Rupert Giles, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce & Winifred Burkle and the crew of Serenity:

( of this note )

(Moiraine's copy only has the post-script of You and Daniel can just walk in, right?)

white_flowers

The white of her attire is pristine and gleaming in the light of the room when she comes downstairs, with a white shawl wrapped around her. Perhaps she is merely chilled, but the shawl is drawn closely, almost as though in protection.

Blodwen settles at a table, one in a shadowed corner, and commences work on her knitting. She seems content enough; certainly she is smiling.

The baby's blanket is very nearly complete.

[ETA: Now with warning for violence -- in the first thread.]

antarianmax.livejournal.com

( Decisions are made regarding a certain wedding. )

manofthecity.livejournal.com

In honor of mentioning she would do it sometime in a Big Back Room Thread, this post exists.

Around the pool table, which is sometimes in the bar and sometimes not, there are many, many people for one pool table.

Carrot Ironfoundersson is sitting on a stool keeping the score (and keeping peace), and next to him is Badger, who is collecting bets. Carrot keeps giving Badger sidelong disapproving looks, but doesn't actually say anything, since gambling is not directly against the Rules.

Greg Sanders is still trying to decide who to bet on -- the underdog keeps changing, see.

Playing are Rose Red, Sariel, Max Evans and Slack -- Thursday Next is hovering, waiting for a chance to get in, and Cole Sear and Kit Rodriguez are watching and sulking, as they were told they're too young to participate.

(Stupid adults.)

Kurt is getting an amazing view from the rafters, and occasionally swiping a strawberry from the bowl Eilinel's holding. Sitting with Eilinel are Sheila and her infant.

In the other corner, Claire Keogh and Mary O'Brien are just talking about pool -- they're both new to it.

And just wait until Tristan Farnon shows up.

[The original purpose behind the multi-pup post returns: help destroy Rue's braincells! Open to all comers, all day, though I do have a couple of classes in there somewhere.]

blue_ajah

At the end of the universe, as in all worlds, some things are complicated and some are very simple.

Arranging a suitable suite of rooms for the duration -- really only two adjoining ones with a single connecting door, located just down the hall from Moiraine's now-sealed study -- had been simple, and the Aes Sedai had done so in advance, just in case. More complicated had been her disjointed explanation of this fact to Cooper, but understanding took only a few minutes to obtain.

Even still more complicated, as it turns out, had been the issue of coffee versus tea, and the need for a constant supply of both. Although something temporary had hastily been arranged with the waitrats, it seems likely that there will be further discussion on that matter-- disjointed or not.

At the moment, however, Moiraine and Cooper are sitting comfortably enough at a corner table. He has a clear view of the room, with every angle of approach visible. She is seated at a ninety-degree angle from him, and her careful focus is on the cards laid out on the table itself.

"The game of Go Fish," Cooper says, "is not at all like Go, despite the name."

The Aes Sedai just stares at him.

[OOC: The explanation here still applies!]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Slayer inna bar, with coffee and food.

Headphones are in evidence, but no books, this time, Antarian or otherwise.

Conversation welcome.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

"-- but it's currently not looking like we're going to do much to fix it, either," says a woman's voice, British accented with a slight twinge of something other, as she and a man slightly taller step through the door.

They're both wearing suits, and she has a cravat and he a fancy tie, like they've just come from some meeting.

The circlets 'pon their heads may state it's more than a business meeting.

"Wel, I'm sorry," says the man, "but it wasn't up to me! Okay. Part of it's up to me. But I can't get all of Parliament to shut up long enough --"

"You can't get me to shut up either!"

"I'm noticing that! Lower your voice, please," he adds piteously. "Can't take the levels."

"I'm sorry. Really. Shit, Max, I'm sorry, I know business about death by the hands of the king upsets you --"

"And why wouldn't it?"

The two of them stop, to look remotely sad and wistful for a moment, before they note the locale, and look at each other again.

"... how long have we been having this argument out loud, in public?"

"Hell if I know."

[These two together inspire serious headache for the mun, who may or may not beg slowtime at random intervals just to get their voices back together. So just a warning and previously established apology. :D?]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes in through the front door, looking tired, and heads to the Bar for a strong coffee.

last_adam

*Adam's sitting in a booth. Wait, strike that. Adam and Alanna are sitting in a booth. Neither of them is especially alert, which could explain the two cups of coffee on the table. Adam's got his arm around a mostly sleepy Alanna, and keeping a very sharp eye out on the rest of the bar.*

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Michael, Maria and Max walk in, talking and laughing. They all look considerably more relaxed than when they left - the vacation's clearly done them a lot of good.

Max is carrying most of the family's bags, and levitating one or two others, while Michael carries his bag in one hand and a fold-away cradle in the other. And Maria is carrying a baby, of roughly three weeks old.

Come and welcome them back.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

[ooc: Millitimed to last night]

OOM: Faith breaks down on Michael, and he helps the best he can

Max, Michael, Faith and Maria emerge from the Staff Quarters, all carrying packed bags - Michael and Faith between them have apparently convinced Max that a vacation is a good thing right now.

Michael leaves a note for Isabel explaining where they've gone, then they head to the front door and through, into the palace on Antar.

They'll be back in a week or two.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith and Anita walk through the front doors together, both looking...really quite pleased with themselves. Faith's dressed in her catsuit, carrying her motorcycle under her arm, twirling a stake in her fingers, and she tosses off a salute as she and Anita part company, heading for her suite.

A few minutes later, she re-emerges, sans motorcycle but still dressed in the clingy leather, and heads for the bar.

k_in_black

There's an especially annoyed Man in Black in the bar.

K strides from the Front Door straight to a booth, not missing a step as he calls out, "Bar, a bourbon and anything you have on Remelian heavy construction methods and materials specifications, please."

By the time he slides into the booth, a glass and two imposing manuals appear on the table with a slight *bamph*.

"Thank you, darlin'"

Next to these K puts down a PDA for note-taking and an odd device that, with a flick of the switch, creates a small hologram of New York's Guggenheim Museum. Except this one seems to have been screwed halfway into the ground.

K barely has the first manual open before he starts grumbling about "goddamn Remelian practical jokes."

hippie-entrprnr.livejournal.com

OoM: Michael, Maria and Faith visit Amy DeLuca. All goes well, then Michael goes on an errand for Amy...

The door opens from Roswell, New Mexico, and three people come in.

Only two of them are the ones who left: Maria and Faith. The third isn't Michael, but Amy DeLuca.

All three are pale, with a varying mixture of anger, shock and grief.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

Max Evans is eating tabasco-covered marshmallows.

Max Evans is humming Yesterday under his breath.

Max Evans has in front of him the anthology of the works of Sarah Teasdale, a small pile of (granilith?) rocks, some old piano music, a rusty flute mouthpiece, a few photographs of various Milliways folk all blue and purple on the Heart of Gold's bridge, and a golden ring.

Max Evans does remembrance well.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael and Maria in the bar, looking really, really happy.

forever-england.livejournal.com

And so. There's a very well dressed gentleman standing by the door to Milliways - naturally enough, he has a rather surprised expression on his face.

He's not wearing a tuxedo and there are no gorgeous women draping themselves over him. No vodka martini or Walther PPK in his hand either - in fact, he thinks he was about to get fired. So maybe he's a bit relieved to find himself here. He just wishes he knew where 'here' is.

James Bond is in the bar.

Current Mood: apprehensive

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael is sitting by the Bar with a plate of tabasco-covered fries, eyeing the door speculatively.

After a little while, he gets up, opens it, and looks out.

Just to check.

slayer_fray

(hot tubs and innuendo)

[OOC: Millitimed to last (Thursday) night, Mel and Lilly's suitwarming is stil in progress and will be open all weekend. Feel free to assume it lasted all night and day: if your pups were busy last night (*cough*ANTAR*cough*), then they can happily turn up in the wee hours.)

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael appears at the top of the stairs. Oddly, he's wearing sunglasses and Maria is guiding him to make sure he doesn't fall. When they reach the main bar, she settles him in a chair and goes back up to their room for something.

He can't see a thing, and just sits there morosely.