[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/
"Well, it's not quite what I had in mind, Thor ... but at least it has a bar."

There are two new and mildly-confused patrons standing just inside the door -- as it shuts behind them, one might catch a glimpse of a desk covered in ancient -- and Ancient -- artifacts. The speaker is an Air Force general in full uniform; his companion, an archaeologist in a smart-looking suit. This is, obviously, not where they expected to be.

"...I don't think Thor is here, Jack."

"Well, who else beamed us to the restaurant? Or ... a restaurant."

"I don't think anyone beamed us, either."

"But this isn't the corridor outside your office."

"It's also not an Asgard ship or a restaurant in Colorado Springs. And I don't see Sam or Teal'c."

"All right, you explain where we are and how we got here, then."

This isn't something the archaeologist can do right away, and they both return briefly to peering at their surroundings and trying to work out just why they don't appear to be in Colorado anymore.

Say hi to Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson, folks!



[ooc: two pups, two muns -- expect both! also, we know these two have been in the bar before, and that millicanon still stands, so if your pup recognises either jack or daniel, go for it. they won't know about it though, since these versions haven't been in the bar before. but parallel universes (along with clones, robots, replicators, time travel, etc) = par for the course in stargate canon. FUN TIMES.

ETA 1am(!!!) -- sleep time for the muns, we love you all, and we will tag slowtimes. ♥]
[identity profile] janetsdaughter.livejournal.com
The front door opens and Captain Marvel enters, carrying a Cassie wrapped in a sheet.
Cassandra, standing right next to the door, walked up to them, beaming. Cassie's smile is replaced by a concerned look. Cassandra becomes translucent and disappears. Nearby, Sam and Janet begin to move forward as the Captain staggers.
Then the Captain, Cassie, Sam and Janet all disappear.
[identity profile] janetsdaughter.livejournal.com
Cassandra, Sam and Janet come downstairs from Room Seven. Janet looks like she's been hit by a bomb, and is being helped along by Sam. Cassandra is leading the two and they all seem anxious. They choose a booth by the door and wait..glancing at the door every once in awhile.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Sam's sitting by the fire with a cup of coffee, trying to let everything absorb.

There's rather a lot to absorb.

After rather a long while she glances over bar and seeing someone familiar, sighs and stands.

Time for another talk.

[OOC: Tags welcome!]
[identity profile] janetsdaughter.livejournal.com
Cassandra sits in a booth, surrounded by a variety of objects - lots of appliances in various stages of construction or deconstrucion, spare parts, tools familiar and unfamiliar, and several toasters.

She hums as she works.
[identity profile] janetsdaughter.livejournal.com
[OOM: Cassie's ready to leave for college, after some help from family and friends..and of course, a party.]
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
There's a Sam sitting in a booth in the bar.

There is, of course, some blue jello.

And, for once, there is not any work!

Instead she has a book.
...granted it's a book on chemical theory, but sometimes you've just got to take what you can get.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Cassie and sam are downstairs in the bar - for once. Cassie's curled up with a book with some blue jello and apple spice tea sitting next to her.

Sam's sitting across from Cassie, tapping away on her computer and pausing every once in awhile to study a strange looking object. It looks like a metal rock (bumpy and all) with buttons.

Bother, bother.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Sam was taking a walk outside when all of a sudden she wasn't in the clothes she had been in a moment earlier. They were stiffier and much more..formal feeling.
"What..?"

She walks into the bar and looks around.
"..Well I guess I shouldn't complain too much about my outfit."
[identity profile] unwraith.livejournal.com
He's not as surprised to find himself inside Milliways this time, but a little annoyed. Really, some warning would be
nice. Wraith aren't big on losing control of situations.

Michael just sighs and heads for the Bar proper, but keeps one eye out for any familiar faces.

Go on and poke at him, if y' want. He doesn't bite.
Hard.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Sam's downstairs in the bar.

That, in itself is..okay, it hasn't happened all that OFTEN lately, but it's not unusual. But..well. She doesn't really seem like herself.

For one thing she's wearing overalls and a shirt that is only one step less than Hawaiian. For another, she has balloons that she's tossing into the air and then shooting with silly string. (practicing her aim?) And finally? Her blonde hair is streaked.

Pink.



Be careful people..she's armed.
(Silly string can be veeeeeerry dangerous, you know.)
[identity profile] plant-alchemist.livejournal.com
Central is quite a busy place and Janet has enjoyed it immensely. But a couple weeks away from Milliways can seem like one too many, especially when it's the only place you've lived for more than a year.

Russell, on the other hand, was quite happy back home and looked upon returning to Milliways as a chore. He still has research, after all.

Janet drops her bags by the door, looking back at her host/lab partner/one-time tour guide.

"What do you say we get some iced tea?"

"That would be great, thank you."
[identity profile] no-comb-shep.livejournal.com
"...Huh."

From the looks of things, Sheppard was expecting to go golfing-or at least knock a few into the ocean. Also from the look of things, he wasn't expecting to find Milliways instead. After a moment, he shrugs to himself and wanders into the bar, dragging his bag of clubs along with him. After all, he hasn't tried golfing out near the lake yet, and it might be nice to actually be able to retrieve what he hits for once.

Sheppard sits down at a booth, ordering a beer from a waitrat a moment later and making himself comfortable.
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[personal profile] withamagicword
[OOM: Billy and Cassie's Week or so Full of Adventures Part Two: After their not-so-good nights apart, Billy wakes up and finds Cassie, which leads to talk, and happiness, and talk, and other important things. Later that evening, they test out a temporary wireless link between their two rooms, then reconvene in his room, and not!watch a movie, and talk a little, before falling asleep in each others' arms.

The next day, Sam Carter arrives in the Bar, and not finding Cassie in their rooms, goes to Billy's to look for her. Things don't go the best Billy and Cassie have a good morning, anyway , then Cassie heads downstairs to talk to Sam. Cassie gets an idea, and she IMs Billy to plan a trip. To Be Continued...]
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
[OOC: Millitimed to Aug 29th - Yay Millitime!]

Sam steps through the door of Milliways, her laptop slung over her shoulder and some case files in her arms. She obviously is planning on staying awhile.

She stops by the bar for some iced tea before heading upstairs to room seven.
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[OOM: More Questions, More Answers, and A Not!Interrogation After Day Three of the Painting of Billy Batson's Apartment, Billy gets to meet Sam Carter, who is standing in for Cassie's mom. It goes well. Rated TM for Teenage Mushiness.]
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Sam is in the lake, swimming laps. Once again she's trying to blow off steam. She might not mind talking to someone though.

Cassie is reading in the grass not too far away. She's keeping an eye out for people - especially certain people.

[OOC:Completely open post, let me know who you want.]
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[personal profile] lvpd_sidle
Sara is writing a letter to someone.

Judging by the smile on her face, it is to someone she likes.

Feel free to bother.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
The door opens and in walks Sam, her laptop slung over her shoulder. She makes a quick trip upstairs, and then comes back downstairs, a Cassie (who comes with two kittens, one cat and four chicks) trailing behind her.

"You've come to what? Not that I'm not happy for you. It's not that. It's just kind of sudden. I mean - that's not how you left."
Sam sits down in a booth and watches Cassie start placing animals on the table in front of her before sitting down herself. "I got a bit of help from a friend, that's all."
"Well, whoever it is, remind me to thank them when I see them next."

[OOC: Tag one, tag both. Just let me know if you want one of them specifically.]
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Sam and Cassie come down the stairs. Sam looks determiend, Cassie looks worried and sad.

"I'm sorry, Cassie, but I've got to go back. We tried to do it from here, but it didn't work."
Her voice slightly angry, "You know as well as I do that the only reason you're going back is because you don't want to deal with Orlin."
Sam gives Cassie a slight Look. "No, I need to go try see about the Ori. I've been gone long enough. I'll be back soon."
She rolls her eyes. "Fine, go. Have fun."
Sam smiles, even though she knows Cassie was being sarcastic. "I'll try."

And she's through the door.
Cassie walks back up to room seven.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Sam's in the booth next to the observation window.
Her head's on the desk and her laptop is open beside her. She must have been working and then put her head down for a few minutes. (A few hours ago)

She might be snoring lightly.

Please Bother.
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[personal profile] lvpd_sidle
Sara is in the bar, eating lunch and trying to read a cold casefile.

Multitasking is a handy skill.

She wouldn't object to company.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
Sam's sitting in front of the observation window. She looks troubled and if she's a million lightyears away.

There's a computer, completly ignored in front of her. The screensaver has come on and gone and now it's hibernating. (shh the computer is sleeeeping.) There also is a meal in front of her, also untouched. Was was meant to be hot is now cold and what was meant to be cold is now warm.

All of this really spells out to be trouble.
[identity profile] smart-sam.livejournal.com
[OOM: I present The Stargate Plot, in all it’s glory!
And since it’s kind of confusing (I swear I tried to make it not, but you know) and really long, here’s RDCV with linkies to make it easier on your heads. The team go the Stargate, arrive, then split into two groups. Sheppard’s team: explore, invisible bats-things, Prue and Paige glow, attacked, run, dinosaurs, RUN back to the Stargate.
Sam and McKay: Base Camp, scientifical tests, No Wraith or Ori ships, Wrong Planet, cursing, anomalies, Hansel and Gretel, prehistoric reptiles, RUNNING, confessions of love (the best tag in the entire thread), explosives, wading upstream, SPRINT TO STARGATE.
Then everyone is together again and it’s THE STARGATE WON’T WORK AND THE DINOS ARE GETTING CLOSER and cursing.

And then they make it back, of course, just in the nick of time.
]

Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who participated.
[identity profile] dr-mckay.livejournal.com
Some days, you are just the fan.

From the way Rodney is drinking, today is one of those days.

And it hit bad. Bad.


[OOC: Contains graphic talk of m/m]