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Stitch has thoroughly investigated the interior of Milliways over the past few days. Well, as thorough as possible, anyway. While his curiosity did lead him upstairs at one point and barging in on strangers has never really struck him as rude, not being in procession of any keys turned out to be a greater obstacle than he had expected. The stench of sickness and medical supplies emanating from the infirmary has kept him at bay thus far as well.

He’s slept where he could; an armchair here, a rafter there and in short seems to be making himself at home. That fact that he’s been relatively well behaved lately might coincide with his discovery that the furniture around here fights back. Since there first formal meeting, Bar and Stitch have been on if not good, then civil terms. She hasn’t thrown any more fruit at him and he hasn’t threatened her since then. On the other hand, she hasn’t let him have any coffee either. He’s beginning to wonder if she’s met Nani.

But the greatest discovery thus far (barely, beating out the Observation window) had been the scene out back. He hadn’t even been aware there was an out back and at first it had thrown him. Spaceports hovered in space. Hence the name. There should not be a lake ringed by forest inside a spaceport. Which meant that this place wasn’t a spaceport. He still doesn’t believe there’s a spatial end of the universe (which is how he’s interpreted the explanation) but if that’s what the locals insist on calling it, he’ll do the same for lack of a better term.

At the moment Stitch is sitting outside on a flat rock, a sfe distance from the lake, facing the water. He’s been provided with a ukulele by Bar and, like any musician, he’s trying to get a feel for his new instrument. A few chords are stummed experimentally. Hmm, not bad.

shufti

Jack Manackle has learned a New Word. And he's very excited about it, so much so that he wants to use it on everyone.

Sadly he hasn't quite got the idea yet, but there's a thirteen month old (closely supervised by Shufti) toddler going around the bar, standing in front of people and saying...

"BOO!"

Has he come to your table?

benloserz.livejournal.com

Enters the Plain Common Guy, a.k.a. Benjamin Winchester, from the cold of Michigan to the less-cold of Milliways. He is a bit startled, since the door did not connect to his world over a couple weeks, but it did return at a good time.

Damn physics lab. Ben needs a break and some hot cocoa seems like the right thing to start it with.

(Mun leaving for work, but tag away, slowtime is love)

alwaysroomforhope

Steph drifts in from outside, looking unhappy, and settles into a seat at the Bar. She is followed by a kitten so tiny and wee that it's really just a scrap of fur with 'tude, which winds itself around her ankles as she slumps.

Bar, with perhaps an air of disapproval that she's been avoiding it for so long (that whole tofu thing, so embarrassing, God...) presents her with - well, presents. Steph's D: turns into :o and then :D!

And then D: again, as she opens the last one and a tiny shock joy-buzzer tumbles out and bounces on the Bar-top. Steph jumps back so fast it's a second before her stool remembers to fall over.

"Nobody touch it," she snaps, to whoever might be nearby - she's not taking her eyes off the thing, or the rest of the package it fell out of. Who knows what Joker might've taken it into his head to do? He's been quiet for suspiciously long!

The kitten mewls at it. See, it must be evil.

puckishly.livejournal.com

... Now here's a question.

What could be causing that noise that is surprisingly reminiscent of cannon fire?

I'll tell you one thing, it's definitely not Puck.

The curious synchronicity between the time that he opens his mouth and the rather loud (sound of an) explosion should not be viewed as anything other than a strange coincidence of Milliways.

:D?

[OOC: Um, yes. Puck is, in fact, taking advantage of his skills in the art of mimicry to make noises like a cannon. DUCK AND COVER.]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's been outside for most of today, up in the mountains. It's hard work, making sure your creation is exactly the way you'd imagined it. Even in weather like today's you can work up a sweat.

This is why there's a large male polar bear paddling about in the lake, near the shore.

Well, that and there's fish.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Guess who was still around? Yeah, no surprise there. He was done watching the window at least.

Just at that particular moment, in case anyone was wondering, the thief was sitting at one of the smaller tables with the ever-present cafe au lait, and working on what appeared to be a simple enough game of solitaire. He'd been doing coin tricks earlier so he didn't get out of practice, but he could only do that for so long.

homeless-pard.livejournal.com

The nights were starting to grow shorter, even as the bounty outside was beginning to be frosted over most nights. Winter's advent, harvest time...and so Khemrys was downstairs carefully embroidering colors and knots on small bags. Harvest was the time for storing what had been reaped, for organizing the summers bounty...

And for that, well, bags were needed!

alwaysroomforhope

And as per usual (no, really) Steph is curled up on a couch, Security badge pinned to her chest, bare toes curled into the fluffy couch cover. She doesn't have a book, she's just watching the bar and keeping warm.

iustus_rex

A Narnian -- or an Englishman -- and his tea are not easily parted.

Which is to say: Edmund is at a table, with tea and half a steak and kidney pie. The pie is being largely neglected in favor of his sketchbook, but the tea is not.

dwarven-doodad.livejournal.com

Pikel is in the bar tonight with a great big bundle of flowers, yellow roses to be precise.

He is walking around handing out roses to patrons, of course should a rose be requested he will oblige.

*Beware the thread hopping Dwarven Doodad. Ping the mun at JaxStanton on AIM if you want a rose and Piekl will be right there.*

demlshn-boy-sir.livejournal.com

[[This? Is a mun remembering that he has pups not named Corran.]]

Kell stumbles into the bar. He's completely exhausted, having just spent hours on end helping assess still-new X-Wings. Again. Cause certain wraiths are rather expensive on the equipment.

He looks around, and sighs, smiling. "I hate those damn things... but I love this place."

He immediately strides over to the Bar and orders up some Halmad Prime, and looks around for a familiar face. Or several.

Come! Annoy!

river_meimei

Back on Serenity, Ennis is asleep. Simon's with him.

There are any number of reasons River might be in the bar tonight. Which of them applies, she's not telling.

But she's curled up in a corner of the couch, in a pink sundress and a white lacy sweater, and she's staring blankly at the table in front of her.

heroiccharacter.livejournal.com

It's been a long, strange day for Silverbolt-and it's about to get stranger. While he was heading for his quarters on the Axalon, they seem to have been replaced by a...bar of some sort. That leaves only one thing to do, really-investigate!

The fuzor transforms into beast mode, blinking as he steps into the bar and takes a cautious sniff. "What is this place?" he wonders aloud, looking more than a little perplexed.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

Ichigo's in the bar again, looking a little beaten up. Just a few scrapes and cuts, hardly anything to concern himself over. He's stuck himself in a booth, sword resting on the seat beside him. His head is back and his eyes are closed, but he's...just resting his eyes. Not sleeping. Really.

[ooc: Mun is lazy, thus, reposted! Huzzah!]

frankmartin

Frank Martin had been about to enter his garage to check that the suspension on his car was just right for his next job. However, he now found himself distinctly not in his garage nor any other place that he might keep his shiny black Audi.

Turning slightly as he hears the door shut behind him with an unfamiliar click, he silently looks about and realises that what should be his garage is actually a bar.

Sitting at a table, Frank rationalises that either he's hallucinating (though he's had no head injuries and doesn't think that his morning coffee was drugged) or the French policeman that he calls his friend has somehow visited without his knowing, played a tremendous trick on him, hidden his car and remodelled his house.

Simultaneously looking slightly puzzled and a bit suspicious, Frank eyes the bar and its other patrons to see if Tarconi is indeed about to jump out from behind a chair.

Current Mood: confused

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard makes his way out to the main bar, whistling as he goes.

Been a pretty decent week, all told. He's in a good mood.

Let's see if he stays in a good mood!

"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Specials tonight are Cosmopolitan, Dirty Girl Scout, and all beers and lagers on tap."

He rests his hands on Bar. She gives him a tequila. He's ready.

"What'll you have?"

dwarven-doodad.livejournal.com

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Quite suddenly in place of the normal Door there is a tree, more accurately a tree trunk, the rest of the tree cant be seen. From said tree can be heard screaming, not the upset screams of some one in trouble but the impressively loud scream of some one having way too much fun.

Nothing seems to be happening just yet. other than the tree and the screaming.

Then suddenly there is a round shouldered dwarf in green robes with a beard dyed green, pulled over his ears and braided down his back with his hair, laying face down on the floor.

"He he he, Oooooooo"

A chuckling can be heard as the dwarf looks up from his fall his eyes spread impossibly wide.

It is the look of someone who is new.