milliways_bar | Entries tagged with olethros

job26.livejournal.com

That night, having failed at his post, having no control over his powers or, indeed, his fate... Having his sister missing, his brother walking around dead, being used by The Corinthian, condescended to by a flock of demi-fallen angels, and THEN realizing that none of the memories he struggles with are actually his, Destruction steps into the Maelstrom during the floor show.

/scene.

bobby-gadling.livejournal.com

*slinks in still looking hungover, and settles into a booth with a cigarette and a vodka tonic.

job26.livejournal.com

*A man walks into the bar. A calm man, dressed in worn and casual travelling clothes.

He has a stringed instrument on his back and a thin layer of dust on him, probably from the road...as much a road as there is to this place. He is inmooved by the myriad assemblage of the partons, tho his reaction to Morpheus is noticable.

In a strong, smooth voice, he addresses the bar, keeping his eyes on Morpheus*

Mead, please. The large version of the portion.

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

*Frustrated and brooding worse than usual (its been pretty much a downhill spiral for the last three weeks) he appears in the back and gets himself an empty glass*

treading_dawn

**Aslan approaches from the lake doors, thoough the soft glow of his mane changing the colour of the lights on the door swashes foretells his arrival. He stands for a moment in the doorway, scrutinizing the assembles, then carefully and casually pads his enourmous frame over to the bar proper. He notices the angel, of course, and stops in front of it for a moment. He raises his great head to sniff softly at the angel's bruised face and vacant eyesockets. He continues to sniff his way around the torn cloak, the bent and burnished armour, the cracked and burned hands peeking from the inside of shredded gloves.. His eyes rest on the sign hung on the angel like a scrap of paper caught in a tree. With a frightening snort of disgust, he slashes the sign, pinning it to the floor with an impossibly fast paw.

He addresses the bar with disdain:**

This is how you treat your warriors here? Your protectors? This is an Angel . This is a wheel of creation!!!

job26.livejournal.com

*Destruction storms in, heads straight for the bar*
YOU! *Signaling to the barkeeper.*
Where is my sister? Where is Death?
*Destruction is storming. There are actual black clouds forming at his shoulders, and his eyes crackle with light.*
She is not at her post.

wine-women-song.livejournal.com

*wanders into the room, making his way behind the bar and looking to see who's about before nodding to himself*

Night hours are beginning! I'll take your drink and food orders for the evening.

Oh, and sorry for the lack of service recently; been travelling about on urgent business.

[ooc: finally move into the new place, and have the net connection up and happy]

true_desire

*Desire enters the bar, humming something to itself -- Anggun's Un Geste d'Amour, should anyone be familiar with it. Its golden eyes light up as it spots its brother, in spite of his apparent bad mood. Desire makes a beeline for Dream, dreadfully thrilled with its recent success.*

Sweet Dream, join me in a glass? Champagne, I'm thinking -- I feel like celebrating.

job26.livejournal.com

*Ambles casually through the front door. Behind him, wisps of dark-grey fog swirl from his boots in his wake. He takes of his tri-corner, moves to a small 3-chair table near the bar and removes a long pipe from his sleeve. Packing it from a worn leather bag, the pipe lights itself. He draws deep on the pipe, then loses himself in earthy, almost rose-scented smoke. Putting a booted foot up in one of the other chairs, he leans back a bit*

Much, much better.

job26.livejournal.com

*Walks in, removes his hat, and heads straight for the bar, talking to Sirius even before he's quite there*
Right. Fight last night? Not me. Earthquake? Again, not me. End of the Universe every stinking evening? Once again, not me.
*pauses, cocking his head slightly. Obviously irritated.*
Why not? What's the deal with this place?

job26.livejournal.com

*Destruction has had a long night, and a longer day before that. As he's leaving, he's stopped at the door by a preppy-dressed man in mirrorshades. They stop to talk, with Destruction motioning towards The Endless group, Then Arioch, Then the stairs. The mirrorshades man looks angry, then wilts in the answering stare of Destruction. As Destruction disappears around the corner, the mirrorshades man turns to look into the gloom of the club, pulling down his glasses to do so.
And his eyes smile over the reflection. Not in glee, but with their own teeth.
He turns, and disappears around the opposite corner.*

leplusbeau

( Post Milliways )

Current Mood: cheerful

bloodandsouls.livejournal.com

[ooc: pre-Milliways post]

*Dizzy steps into the bar proper and looks around at the slowly growing crowd. She makes her way to the bar, and places a couple of coins on the counter.*

"Can I have a bacon cheeseburger with an order of fries, please? And a pint of beer, something in a honey brown? If the money isn't enough, maybe I could have a tab? I'm here for at least a few more nights."

*Watches the tab appear on the board and takes her food, then goes off to find a table. However, she won't be alone for long.

[ooc: just doing some creative timeline juggling, as I was gone for most of the day and didn't have a chance to answer earlier]

job26.livejournal.com

*wanders in, a bit dusty, looking down as he walks. He appears to be carrying a very small millstone. Stopping to check the peace bonds on his pistols, He looks up to see Crowley, obviously watching the door. He stops, stares, turns to leave, then turns again thinking better of it. Two more steps in and he turns yet again to leave after all.*

job26.livejournal.com

*The sound of a train is noticible to the patrons closest the main door. Some are confused, but Destruction nods knowingly.*

That's my cue.
*puffs the sweet-smelling ugly cigar and leaves.*

pjpettigrew.livejournal.com

Peter and Elizabeth, arm in arm, walk over to the bar. Both order cocoa. Peter adds a second cup to his order. When it arrives, he places a charm on it to keep it comfortably hot, places it at the end of the bar, and leaves a note beside it reading: For Lady Death.

Peter sits beside Elizabeth and sips his cocoa quietly, certain that Liz is bursting with questions, and that she will ask the first before long.

Current Mood: pensive

bobby-gadling.livejournal.com

*Sinks into a chair at the back of the room. He is shaking.*

job26.livejournal.com

*Comes in a bit damp, as tho it were just beginning to sprinkle outside (Which of course, may well be impossible). Shakes his tri-corner hat off at an unassuming plant near the door, secures the peace-bonds to his pistols and makes his way to the main bar, mumbling*
Serviette my ass.
*plops down on one of the bigger stools and fishes inside his coat, tho in vain.*
Dammit. And I don't even smoke - wait-"
*Notices Hob across the way*
A Ha!

4i-messenger.livejournal.com

*crashes through ceiling*

I I I I
Am the Bird of America, the Bald Eagle,
Continental Principality,
LUMEN PHOSPHOR FLUOR CANDLE!

A brandy please! And make it strong.

job26.livejournal.com

*drops 3 crescent-shaped silver coins on the bar, adjusts his tri-corner, half-waves to Raph, and leaves, not pickng up the bag as he goes.*

elric-kinslayer.livejournal.com

*Elric begins to finish his drink and notices all the strange collection of people in the bar*

"Demons and Children! what sort of sorcery is this? And Vampires... Stormbringer you are in good company with this crowd."

*brings himself to full stature and removing the circlet from his head he speaks*

"I seek information about Wizards... are there any Wizards in this place?"

Current Mood: melancholy

job26.livejournal.com

*to himself, whilst scratching into a blank book* How do they manage to set this thing off, anyway. I mean I used to do it, or rather Destruction did. But that's me now, and i'm not doing it? And certainly no one else here I've seen could do it, not even that lot of Ethereals. Mebbe there's a bit of 'Me' left here somewhere... there's certainly enough fucking vulgar magic floating around that it wouldn't be noticed...oh well. It's like Kurt said "This little group has always been, and always will, untill the end, oh well, whatever. Nevermind".

job26.livejournal.com

*Walks in casually carrying a leather bag, which he drops by the door upon entering. Three more steps and he stops to survey the crowd, and, somewhat satisfied, makes his way to the main bar, a couple of seats down from the Turtle*

ummm, yogurt? Key Lime Yogurt? and some Iced Tea. And did I see The Batmobile out there?

young_tmriddle

*Comes down stairs humming a little tune, oblivious to anyone's mood but his own, arms full of parchment, quill and ink and books*

Good morning, Bartleby, how are you this fine day? Could I get some of that excellent Turkish coffee of yours? And, ah, I see Ingress is doing some baking for us.

*smiles towards Door and spreads out parchments, setting up quill and ink stand*
*begins adding to the rows of runic equations already filling part of the parchment, not wanting to interrupt Door who is deep in conversation*

Hullo, Ingress, how are you this morning?

aj_crawley

*saunters in nonchalantly; there is a swagger to his walk that wasn't there before*

*collects bottle of wine from servete spell*

*lounges at a table with his feet propped on another chair*