milliways_bar | Entries tagged with pikachu

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

The End of the Universe is looking especially lovely today.
the world ends
Dworkin is at the observation window, expression avid.
all of them ending and all at once
He's humming something offkey and in Thari.
and this is what we call tragic beauty

http://users.livejournal.com/_purple_crayon/

After Prue turned him invisible and brought him back to the bar, Harold's been hanging out in Prue's room. However when he woke up this morning he realized that he's hungry and in need of food. So, veeeeery quietly, he and Snowball head downstairs. He clambers onto a barstool, ready to order some fruit. Then he realizes that speaking will make someone notice him..or lack of him. Drawing offers the same problem.
So he places his hands on Bar and thinks really really hard, hoping that Bar is a smart bar.
...when nothing happens (or perhaps he wasn't patient enough) he frowns more. Giving in, he gets as close as he can to Bar's surface and whispers as quiet as he can, "Fwuit pwease."
A bowl of assorted fruit appears in front of him and he grins wide. He begins to eat.

[OOC: Feel free to stare at the floating fruit, stumble over Snowball, even try to sit in the stool where Harold is..]

mysterious-seed.livejournal.com

That there, out in the garden? That's Bulbasaur. It's doing garden-y things. Like weeding. Bulbasaur likes weeding. Right now it's talking quite sternly to a bunch of thistles that apparently thought they belonged amongst the pansies.

scapepig

Sooo, one unsuspecting pig trots over the big hole in the ground.

He finds himself chin deep in water with some surprise. He doesn't remember this being here yesterday. Still, pity to waste it.

Mmmmmm.... mud bath...

mysterious-seed.livejournal.com

On a remote table, all by its lonesome, sits a spherical object in shades of red and white. A black band encircles its diameter, broken only by a tempting white button. Doth it contain something adorable, or some fell and monstrous beast?

Do you wanna touch it?

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

The drow pulled his hair out of his eyes as he rose from his bed to the sounds of a grumbling dwarf in the antechamber.

“Just cause ye killed more orcs than most’ a me boys doesn’t mean you can sleep past high sun, now hurry up and get to the war room ya durned fool of an elf.”

Knowing that his friend was more bluster than bite, Drizzt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and dressed for the coming day.

Finally strapping on his cloak and his holy symbol carved from the bone of a knucklehead trout he opens the door to his room and steps through to find himself in the strangest looking tavern he has ever seen. Immediately he pulls his hood up and lowers his head to shield his telltale skin from view as he takes a seat at the bar.

"Where in the Nine Hells am I?"

He mutters to himself as he looks around for a bartender or someone who perhaps has a friendly smile.

jigglypuffpuff.livejournal.com

The door opens.

But don't look up.

No, you have to look down.

At the pink balloon-like creature who is trotting along with a great big smile on her face. She pauses, looks around, but her eyes show she doesn't much care.

There are people.

People meant that there was an audience.

[OOC: Please note, if you let Jigglypuff sing to your pup, they will fall asleep and she will scribble on their face with black marker. ^^ Ping me if you need to! 'orchydconstyne']

awesome_lilly

Lilly's back. Coffee, the past Sunday's edition of Say True, and oh yeah. A sign.

Madam Lilly Wants YOU...

...to be a whore. Hey, odds are good that if you've wound up here, you're probably already a slut. Sure, try to deny it, but I was here on Halloween. I remember the leather. So why not make some money at it? Join Madam Lilly's Delicate Flowers*, have sex, and pay off your tab. It's a win-win situation! Just not a business. Because that would be Wrong.

*Male, female, dead, and other are welcome to apply. Must be willing applicant and of legal age in home universe. Applicants may be required to demonstrate skills. Madam Lilly's Delicate Flowers is an equal opportunity employer.

[OOC: post is locked to anyone who tagged backroom post with interest, but if you'd like to talk to her and haven't tagged yet, or inexplicably do not want to be a whore, reporter, bouncer, etc, just ping 'da emmy gee' on aim. Thanks!]

[ETA: ack! whorethreadzilla strikes again. post locked now, please.]

[ETA3: Okay, brain and finger death. Must call slowtimes, will tag when I can.]

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

There's a Giles in the bar.
Middle-aged Watcher with a guitar, and he's sitting over by the stage on a barstool.
Got a giftie in his pocket for someone (since he missed them on V-Day)
Soft strumming on the guitar, and gentle, clear voice.
(It's rock music, but relax, this music has no further properties than typical music performed well)

( The Beatles-Something )

shockinglycute.livejournal.com

Yellow thing.

Bag.

OTP!

Current Mood: happy

agreathunter.livejournal.com

[ An OOM.

Featuring Locke, Pikachu, a mysterious island, and a smokemon! ]

nita_callahan

Over the heads of the bar crowd floats something white and pointy-nosed.

The paper airplane -- for that's what it is -- lands on a table where a fair amount of frosting is in evidence. Oops. Hope it's not ruined.

The paper airplane may have come from a booth where a teenage wizard is stretched along one side, comfortably people-watching.

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

Commodore inna bar.

Not an Admiral. Yet.

withrocksin

The front door seems to have disappeared. If not for the sheer amount of potential around the bar, Buddy might have to be just a bit upset about that.
Oh well; this place will do, for now.
So patiently awaiting for your ears to behold
Somewhere along the line, he got his hands on a guitar. To that end, he's down in the bar - in the vicinity of the piano, let's say - and playing nothing in particular. Still sounds damn good, though, whatever it is.
Do hope you're paying attention.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM (with rocks in): Mark ~~comes out of the~~ raids Roger's closet.]

The door opens, and a stereotypical musician walks through. Messy blonde hair, leather jacket, band t-shirt and ripped jeans. Not to mention the Fender guitar case. He sits down at a table, pulls out the guitar and tries to tune up.
This won't tune. So we hear.
That's not a musician, though. That's Mark Cohen, sans camera, scarf, and glasses, and looking one hell of a lot like his roommate. Feel free to boggle.

[ooc note: Mark is under the influence of Music with Rocks In. It can be contageous. But it doesn't have to be.]

cywyllog

Cywyllog is sitting in her usual spot by the fireplace. No tea this time, she's just thinking.

She's also not in the best of moods, but feel free to bother her anyway. If you're not one of the people she's annoyed at, she'll be polite and courteous as always.

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

Preston's having breakfast and contemplating his plans.

Breakfast today consists of Miso soup with green tea (the man loves his tea) and bacon. No, not for him (Fatty foods have been outlawed in his world)

And Ludwig the puppy? that may or may not be him scrambling around with his bacon-chewy things on the floor near your feet.

Someone should probably tell him it's not a good idea to feet the dog under the table.

shockinglycute.livejournal.com

No sticky pink stuff? Check.

Not in the shape of a human? Check.

New bag? TOTALLY CHECK.

One small yellow beastie is currently enjoying itself immensely with a bag left over from Halloween.

WARNING: Attempts to remove bag may be met with resistance in the form of zapping.

Current Mood: happy

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie is in the bar, curled up half-dozing by the fire with Capi in his lap.

New friends and old are all welcome.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's at the bar, with coffee and food.

Still Retro Girl, and still displeased about it.

But she's not quite so annoyed as to attack, so feel free to poke her if you like.

the_antiangst

Angel's on one of the couches by the fireplace, armed with pizza and hot chocolate - it's a strange combination, especially with the pineapple on the pizza, but Angel doesn't often go for the conventional.
He's also got his notebook. Mark's... not better, exactly, but up and about, so all is more or less right with the world, and he just needs to write the last of it out of his system.
Come and say hi, or find out where the hell he's been for the last week, if you still need to.

namo

He is sitting in a corner, his legs crossed. He is not in his usual robe of darkness, instead donning the leggings he had seen the Elves wear often and a long tunic of the darkest blue with silver embroidery. It is the closest thing his muddled mind could conjure that was more to the atmosphere of this place.

Námo watches the life around him, his eyes burning with a fever of curiosity and irritation.

Dare you approach?

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam and Megan have been in the bar since this morning. Now they have an entrance post. Have at!

shockinglycute.livejournal.com

[OOP: 'timed to before le war, of course.]

The yellow thing is either very, very ready to go to war, or it forgot. Or it doesn't have a concept of Imminent Doom.

It's sitting and grooming itself, looking fairly content with life.

Current Mood: chipper

fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com

*Scarlett sashays down the staircase. Time is passing differently for her in her room; it seems like just a day or so ago that she was last downstairs. In any case, she's delighted to be around such charming folks. She gets a mint julep and sits down on a bar stool, her dress flowing down to the floor. She sips it saucily, her eyes flirtatious and charming. Who the hell has to worry about a reputation in this place?*