milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ray terrill

There is a redheaded irish lass at the Bar. Or at least, a Devil very (~~cheesily~~) well costumed.

"All whiskey, stout, lager and cider you order today is on me, dears. Let's celebrate, just for the fun of it."

Its should be noted that she's wearing a short skirt, and nothing of green color about her person.

Happy St. Patty's day, dare you let Lucifer buy you a drink or five?

[ Open until it falls off ]

sees_them_too

There is a Hogwarts student standing in front of the Observation Window.

Dead center. So close that the tip of her nose is actually brushing the window itself.

Luna must see something interesting in the Universe's End.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is sitting in a booth with a book it's a copy of Little Women. A pot of tea that is cold by now on the table as she flips the page she finishes the book and goes to pour a cup of tea and then frowns when it's cold. With a spell she reheats her tea and pours a cup realizing she has a spare cup on the table.

Any one willing to use that cup and share the biscuits untouched on a plate?

rayterrill

Ray's out and about today, bouncy, happy, and full of energy. He's been back home for a long weekend in Hawaii, and now here again. He's beginning to relax about this place and think maybe that it might be the best thing that ever happened to him.

Swimming is a favorite thing, and so Ray has spent a large portion of the morning doing just that, ignoring the cold. With that accomplished, he's heading back into the bar, towel around his shoulders, and whistling a merry tune. Time for some ice cream, soda, and a good meal!

true_desire

It's been a long time since Desire set foot properly in the bar: Certainly more than a year, though a few that knew this particular Endless have probably still seen Desire around -- and if anything, Desire looks a little out of sorts.

The mortal world changes in the blink of an eye, or so it's been said -- Milliways is no exception. Desire, on the other hand, is much the same as ever, even if it's jeans, loafers and a black t-shirt with some sort of slogan beneath the usual white blazer.

Desire slips a silver cigarette case out of the left inside pocket, taps out a cigarette, lighting it with a quick breath and a flash of a heart-shaped gold lighter. That business complete, golden eyes glance about the room, looking for familiar faces (and probably trouble).

[OOC: Thank you, everyone -- Desire!Mun has left the building for the night, but slowtime is welcome and encouraged.]

reluctantstar.livejournal.com

Ray sat in the bar, sporadically reading a newspaper, but mostly watching the bar and the people in it. He, or she, isn't too worried about the fact that he is a she, as he has been through it before, once here, and once elsewhere.

He knows the cure and is just enjoying watching everyone rush around in their own lives. The experience has been an interesting one, but not a bad one, for him, and he is grinning.

(ooc: All threads are welcome and will be writ as before the Abigail Whistler one)

reluctantstar.livejournal.com

Ray was out near the lake, laying out and sunning himself in a pair of swim trunks, and just ignoring the world. He had been around, some, but business had been eating his time alive, so he hadn't been around as much as he wanted to be. Trying to build a career in computer programming and business management was hard, especially in between commitments to Uncle Sam.

Today, however, was for rest, and quiet, and sheer relaxation. So there he was, at the lake, relaxing.

couquine.livejournal.com

Rogue wanders into Milliways, looking around for Ray.

This place was weird. But hell, that was her life, really.

The snow in her hair's all melted, but she's still wet, and shivering slightly.

couquine.livejournal.com

Rogue is in Bar again. Instead of having her gloves in her pocket, she is wearing them, and even checking, somewhat neurotically, to make sure they haven't slipped down a bit.

The expression on her face is one of extreme vulnerability and sadness.

(Mun is not feeling well, so slowtimes without warning are possible)

couquine.livejournal.com

There is, once again, a surprised young girl in Bar. She looks like she was getting ready to out for the night, though it's mostly in the details since she wears the same thing in the same way everyday.

But, she looks amused, and not as freaked out as the first time, though certainly a bit wary.

Eventually she wanders over to the Bar and asks for a chocolate bar.

too-far-in.livejournal.com

[OOMs: The Rebels get their revenge and the Implacable falls. Admiral Trigit pisses Gara Petothel off for one last time, and a change of character is put into place...literally.]

The door opens and in stumbles a blonde girl, shaking, head swimming under the influence of drugs she's just taken. She's dressed in...barely anything; lingerie that does nothing to hide anything, and a thin robe. Eye make-up is heavily applied, and lipstick is smeared across her face, like she's just run away from an encounter with a lover.

She stumbles slightly, tugging the robe around her body. Her tongue feels thick and she feels nauseous.

(Anything for the job).

berryberryraz.livejournal.com

Yesterday, Raspberry lost all her memories. It's going around. A nice fellow named JC gave her a trenchcoat, of which she is still in possession. She's more or less entirely gotten over the memory loss, and is now cheerfully installed on a rock outside by the lake. It's a nice big rock, big enough that she can stretch out on it and soak up some lovely sunlight without any part of her hanging off the sides.

As always, she would love some company. If you catch her in the right moment she might even be wearing the trenchcoat. (Anything is possible.)

reluctantstar.livejournal.com

Ray Terrill was having a normal day. Normal for him, anyway.

Having, in the last twenty four hours, defeated the Evil Ray, helped Uncle Sam triumph over the bad guys, and made sure a corrupt arm of the US Government was trashed all was a good thing. Returning home and finding that his stock had gone up by quite a bit was even better. This resulted in the fact that he was smiling when he walked from his small home office toward his kitchen to get a new drink.

He took several steps through his kitchen door before he realized he was not in his kitchen, or home. Or anywhere else he knew, for that matter.

He glanced one way, then the other, then down at his pajamas, which he had been lounging in, and sighed in resignation.

"Couldn't the next crisis have waited for me to get dressed? Or a drink, at least? I mean... come on!"

Muttering about the cosmos having a rather cruel sense of humor and being highly annoying, Ray walked forward further into the new place... which looked like a bar, peering around for clues as to what was happening this time.

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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