milliways_bar | Entries tagged with q

oh-frak-me.livejournal.com

*Kara Thrace is sitting at a table near the bar, smoking a cigar and drinking a beer. Which is, as we all know, horribly out of character for her. Oh, wait. That's a lie...*

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

The door opens, and a blonde man in a suit walks through, talking on a cellphone. "Oh, come on. For a staff meeting, that was extremely productive." He pauses. "Yes, I said for a staff meeting. You're the one who knows about all that Holy Wood administrative crap, not me. Fine. I'll talk to you later." He hangs up the phone and sits down at a table, where he gets a soda.

It might be interesting to note that there's a paper on his back:

Not-exactly-single Jewish filmmaker seeks percussive drag queen for film subject. Must have ability to use plastic pickle tubs masterfully, and dance on tables and counters. If interested, clean up filmmaker's friend on Christmas when mugged.

This is why you don't fall asleep during Today For You staff meetings.

nicelandingcmdr.livejournal.com

This was the chance Troi was hoping for. It's the first time she's come into the bar while wearing a tricorder. As soon as she sees where she is, she flips the instrument open and starts scanning the door, herself, and the general area around herself. The machine dutifully records the readings for later analysis.

Once that's done, she smiles and closes the tricorder, slipping it into the holder on her belt. Then she strolls over to the bar and orders a chocolate sundae.

Nothing compared to the real thing.

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

There is a flash of light, and Q is there.

Don't mind him. He's just a little grumpy this month as it seems someone posed him a riddle and none of the humanoids he's asked the riddle of have given him anything other than a very simple answer that he knows can't be the answer the puzzler is looking for.

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

There's a flash of light. No, it's not the Paparazzi, it's Q.

He's in the bar. He saunters over and takes a look at Bernard's Notice. He laughs, and his voice booms loud enough for all to hear.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Bound Persuasion ... I am feeling magnanimous tonight.

"I will consider paying two people's tabs completely ... if you can prove to me that you're worthy of such largesse."

shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com

Scully was looking over her notes thoughtfully, her pen tapping against the pad. She had added some information based on her current findings. They didn't add up though. In fact a lot here didn't add up. It was really troubling. There had to be an answer here, something. But she kept finding more and more questions instead. Her dinner seemed almost untouched while she sat at the table pondering.

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

In the beginning, there was the Word. The Word was a Letter. The Word was Q.
"Truman ..."

jeanluc-1701.livejournal.com

[OOM: In the Nexus]

The Door opens. Beyond can be seen a room decorated for Christmas. Though the architecture and furniture are nineteenth-century, some of the decorations and toys could not be made by that level of technology.

The sounds of laughter and friendly conversation filter through from an adjoining room.

A hawk cries. As it does so, a man steps through the Door, which closes behind him.

This man is wearing a red-and-black uniform. On the collar are four pips, indicators of the rank of Captain. There is a commbadge on his chest; a silver chevron atop a gold rectangle. Yes, Jean-Luc Picard has come to Milliways.

After a moment he says "This doesn't feel like the Nexus. Q! Is this your doing?"

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR isn't in the best of mood today, as evidenced by his pale scanner and the fcat that for the most part, he's been sticking to his favorite corner. But now he's beginning to creep out and explore the rest of the bar again, although his scanner remains off-color and his windows are darkened. He might be willing to talk to people, if they don't surprise him too much.

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

The front door opens and she walks in, looking around. If you've met her, you know her either as a professional dancer or as a front desk clerk at a hotel. Or perhaps as a Q.

antilifeforms.livejournal.com

Lore has a tall glass of hot chocolate on the table in front of him, which he inspects rather more than he drinks. He has decided to hold off on mischief for as long as it takes his brother to forget the little incident with Tahiri.

This leaves Lore very, very bored.

If anyone were to bother him, chances are he would be grateful. Not that he would admit it.

Current Mood: dull

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

Some time after his slightly-lugubrious lunch, Xander is out back with Shelley, looking considerably more cheerful. He is holding a clipboard and trying to look like he knows what he's doing.

"You know ..." he says after a pause. "We probably need a tent."

[OOC: Come one, come all! If you are confused or need info, check out the back room.]

ilovelifeforms.livejournal.com

( Note left for Q with the bar )

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

Smeagol sits at a table, painstakingly copying the alphabet from memory onto a piece of lined paper.

He has the real thing in his pocket, but he's not looking until he's done. If only he could remember how many letters the English alphabet has . . .

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Q!

*Tim storms from the cells, his trenchcoat billowing in the wind. He's got the sunglasses on, but only because he has so many spells laced into them. It feels damn good to be out of the cells, if only for a battle. And now is the time to prove how trustworthy he can be. He skids to a stop right below the Destruction window.*

Q! I'm calling you out! So lets do this thing.

*With a quick smile to his wife, Tim vanishes, only to reappear hovering outside the big window. Can't have anyone getting hurt after all.*

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

Ahhh! Look at all the human people!
A flash of Q, and light is there.
Take me drunk, I'm home again!

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

Just when you thought it was safe in the bar ...
A flash of light, and Q is sitting casually at the counter, sipping what looks to be a double PGGB.

puckishly.livejournal.com

"My darling Lady Bar, is there any way I could persuade you to abandon your crusade for fabric?"

Nothing is laughing at Puck. No. No way.

He shrugs. "Well, I suppose things can always get worse." A glance to the Bar. "Feel no need to act on that, sweet."

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's sitting at a table with a half-finished and completely-forgotten sandwich sitting forlornly at his elbow.*

*He's poring over his list. Or possibly 'brooding' might be a better word.*

smallestopener

*It's eleven o'clock on Saturday morning, thanks to Millitime, and the stage is set for Ingress's birthday out by the lake. The House of Arch family has gathered around a perfect picnic spot under a tree. Right beside them is a playground Tom has conjured just for the occaision. There is a swingset, a slide, a merry go round, and a sandbox charmed with sand that's perfect for building.

Ingress is wearing a gown fit for a princess. It has been charmed against stains and ripping just for this special day. She is also wearing a blinking button which reads "I am 6!" She is very, very, very excited.

Tom, Door, Gavroche, and Megwyn are putting finishing decorating touches on the picnic tables set up with a gigantic cake, gallons of ice cream from Florean Fontescue's ice cream parlor, and punch. There is also a table with baskets of wizarding crackers. These are gifts for the guests - once the crackers are popped, the recipient will get a hat of some kind (maybe there will be a plethora of pirate hats!) and a wizarding toy or game like chess or gobstones. Or whatever else you'd like - the guest gets to decide!

There are several chairs under the tree as well, providing a good view of the playground.

Come, birthday with them!*

OOC: Summary forthcoming. However, very important (and menacing) Barty and Tom thread within.

notabricklayer.livejournal.com

Where has McCoy been since the battle?

Back on the Enterprise, of course. He's got a ship to take care of.

He strolls through the front door, evidently fully focused on his datapad, since he's quite startled when he runs into the Bar.
"Damned if it didn't work." He seems quite pleased with himself as he orders up a whisky, neat.

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

The Last Day of his Tutu-hood.

Thank god. Q looks at his mun and shakes his head sadly. Stupid bet.^*

(ooc:^*Q-text)

(Summary: He mildly snarks with Ace, with Duo, and has discussions with even milder snark with Tom Riddle and with Val. Venkman is an eternal butt of his snark, however.)

gone_byebye

Ray has had breakfast, and conversation, and a few peculiar incidents of different stripes so far today. Most of them have been fairly normal, even by the standards of normal people.

It's time to change that.

He heads up to the bar and places his bank card ceremoniously on the surface. "Bar," he says, "I have a somewhat different request from usual for you tonight."

The bar, quite naturally, does not answer him.

"I find myself in need of..." He pauses to think."One graphical storage oscilloscope & true RMS multimeter, preferably by Extech. One SMT multicolor microprocessor blinky, one PG12 plasma generation unit, one fourteen volt AC power adapter, the contents of the Abra Electronics 'Evil Genius' component kit, a soldering iron, four pounds of 60/40 rosin core .015 diameter solder, a roll of SuperWick from MG chemicals, a pair of point-tipped tweezers, and a dozen First Alert SA-305 smoke detectors. Also, if you can manage it, I'd very much appreciate copies of all the available plans, metallurgical analyses and architectural blueprints for the building located at 55 Central Park West, New York, New York, in my own world- and any architectural or metallurgical information you can acquire for the Eiffel Tower."

If the bar had eyes, it would be justified in staring. Instead, there is merely a long silence before items start materializing on the bar. Ray nods in some satisfaction and starts gathering them up as they appear. "Thank you very much, Bar," he says. "I appreciate this more than I can say."

He then turns around and strolls through the tables to find a nice big empty one towards the back of the room. One might almost think he's whistling to himself as he goes.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((OOM: War on the Other I'll be summarising later this week.))

*FOOM! Raph Barrels through the front door, Ray behind him carrying Tim. The wizard...does not look good. He's burned, limbs are broken, it looks like someone cut his throat, and the left side of his face is showing skull. Still, he's struggling, fighting on. Behind them come the rest of the war party, in various states of dissarray. Ace, Mike, Mel, Hagrid and more, wounded, bleeding or unconcious. At a glance, the war did not go well. At a farther look, looking out the door, some might notice a Tim shaped light in the sky. The Other, reigning supreme.*

((OOC: This thread is also for triage. Parts may be slowtimed.))