milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sara sidle

When the door opens to the bar, Sara is a little surprised.

It's been a couple of months.

She finds a seat in a booth and orders decaffeinated coffee from one of the waitrats.

[ooc: This is Sara's last post in the bar before her retirement. Come one, come all. Slowtimes accepted.]

necessary_child

The sofas by the fire are warm, and comfortable, and appear deserted.

(Not that there might not be kids hiding under them somewhere, though.)

And play is, after all, very hard work, no matter how many bits of other people's dinners (vital rations) you might steal. So if you're a small person all tuckered out from hide-and-seek, the sofas are an ideal spot to curl up and nap- maybe before going back to the game, maybe for a bit longer than that.

necessary_child

So.

Several small people arrived in Milliways today. Several of them found each other. And they were all rather bored, so what better solution than to start a game?

Hide-and-seek, to be exact.

So there are now a lot of children hidden around the bar, and a proto-Lucifer leaning against Bar with his arm covering his eyes.

"Fourteen... fifteen... sixteen..."

When he reaches thirty, he'll come looking.

Will he find you?

(OOC: Come one, come all! Threadhopping is not so much cool as encouraged. Plot chat is at bebecrack, ping herworldsonfire if you need an invite!)

lvpd_sidle

[OOM: Things don't always go according to plan. Spoilers for 7x24: "Living Doll".]

lvpd_sidle

Two CSIs are sitting at a table.

One CSI is bouncing his son on his knee.

The other CSI is a bit distracted.

"What's on your mind, Sara?"

".....well....."

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There is a Faith in the bar, for the last time.

She's sitting at a table with coffee and a steak, looking less-than-thrilled.

She loves this place. She doesn't want to say goodbye.

It's a shame she doesn't have a choice.

lvpd_sidle

[OOM: Sara bids farewell to the Las Vegas lab and moves to the RENT-verse.]

lvpd_sidle

Sara comes downstairs, dropping a stack of invitations on the Bar. "Would you mind distributing these to all who know and are friendly with Mark and I?"

The stack disappears and a cup of coffee appears in its place. Sara picks it up and takes it to a couch, pulling out a list.

~~Arrangements with Father Mulcahy~~
Arrangements with Scarsdale rabbi
Invitations sent out
Reception planned.

"We should have eloped," she mutters.

forherlooks.livejournal.com

Today, Cameron is not all that happy.

See, it's not every day that you work incredibly hard to save someone, trying to find out just what might have been able to help him, just to learn not only was he not sick at all, but he was angry at you for trying because the entire thing had been a scam.

So it's a still mildly irritated Allison Cameron who has found her way to Milliways again, and this time, she isn't even half as nervous or surprised as she was before, just grateful to have someplace to sit down and get some decent coffee.

"Thank you," she tells Bar after picking up a mug and dropping the requisite currency down (keeping a tab doesn't strike her as entirely safe) and finding someplace to sit.

lvpd_sidle

[OOM: A Question of Intent.]

lvpd_sidle

Two years ago, a CSI found a bar in the place of her lab's supply closet.

She hasn't quite lost the place, it'd seem.

At any rate, Sara is eating dinner and giving a cupcake with a large 2 candle a bemused look.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away...

He'd been avoiding the news all day, but there wasn't any escaping it. A bombing at a peace rally in Detroit, while in L.A., rocks had been thrown through windows in a primarily middle eastern neighbourhood and a molotov cocktail through the windows of a mosque, groups of idiots beating up anyone who looked like they might be Muslim; putting more than one person into the hospital in critical condition.

He can't watch much of the news before he has to turn it off, before he starts hearing any of the politicians start sounding like they're agreeing with the idiots that think targeting law-abiding Muslims that just want the same peace and freedom everyone else does and treating them like criminals with extra security and suspicion is actually a good idea. Seeing some of the things people are doing in retaliation he has to wonder sometimes just why the fuck he bothered to save their asses for so many years.

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won...

Worst of all, nothing he can do to stop it; much as he wants to drive over to CTU right that instant and badger Buchanan into giving him a job, he knows Buchanan won't do it, he's too by the book and he can't risk his position by hiring someone that's been blackballed by the government.

Instead he heads into Milliways, slamming the door behind him. It's too late to do what he'd really like to--namely some target practice with a very large, very powerful rifle--so instead he settles for plunking himself down at the bar with a drink and a very pissed-off expression.

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday...

lvpd_sidle

Sara is working busily with small cards and envelopes.

Seems someone has realized that invitations need to be sent out.

She would gladly welcome a distraction. Or help.

lvpd_sidle

"--it was a joke."

"That might be true, but if you do it again, I'll....shave off your beard."

"......you are not joking."

"Gil, you're so observant sometimes."

Two CSIs for the price of one. Get 'em while they're in good moods.

gondolin-noble.livejournal.com

The door opens to screaming.

Terrified screaming, furious screaming, victorious screaming, all intermingled and chaotic. The air beyond the door is black with smoke, cloying and choking all life.

From this realm of destruction leaps a tall lithe figure, his raiment still gleaming gold despite the blood - both his and others. His sword is black from hilt to tip, as is his shield. His hair, long and golden, is tied into the complicated braids of his house, done earlier that evening, a time that seems an age ago now.

He whirls, turning to face this new and unexpected threat, bright blue eyes narrowed in agonized fury, teeth bared in a snarl.

lvpd_sidle

One year ago, on this date, Sara was a crumpled sobbing mess on the lake shore, clutching a red spandex costume to her chest.

This year, she's not doing anything so dramatic.

A candle is lit and she stares out at the continuing destruction, almost entranced.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

[[After this.]]

April's been running around for an hour or so, talking to Boromir and packing an overnight bag. She was very pleased when she changed into normal clothes and Bar didn't change them back to the hooker-clothes she's been in all day.

She's also left a note for her friends (aka anyone who'd notice and care that she's gone).

( The Note )

And now she's standing in front of the door (which is actually there, that's part of the weirdness of it all), her bag over her shoulder, fiddling nervously with a silver ring on her right hand. She glances over her shoulder at the rest of the bar, then back at the door. She reaches out and turns the handle...

Whatever she sees on the other side causes her face to light up, and she steps through almost instantly.

The door closes with a soft click behind her.

the_antiangst

So Angel and Collins totally got back from Las Vegas sometime on Friday. No, really. You just missed it.
Anyway, he's on a couch by the fire, with dinner. Someone might want to tell him what he missed.

the_antiangst

Going to class even though he'd really rather stay in bed, walking out of said class after ripping the prof a well-deserved new orifice, calling the ex on his bullshit... Angel's had a pretty rough day, all told. Between that and the rough week, never mind that it's only Wednesday, he feels justified in staying in the room at this point.
Steve won't be thrilled if he doesn't eat, though (it's kind of nice, having a roommate who gives a damn), so he gets his shoes and coat on and heads out - only to find there's a bar in the hall now.
"...What the fuck?"
Then again, it looks like it serves food. And since it wasn't there a few hours ago, it's probably not really on campus. Angel can definitely work with that.

(OOC: This is Angel about four and a half years before canon starts. Those who know him will likely be able to figure he won't recognize them, though '...have we met?' moments are still welcome. XD
Me, I'll have to disappear between noon and 2:30 EST for class, but otherwise I'm around all day.)

lvpd_sidle

"---so here's your driver's license, Angel's, directions to your hotel, keys to the vehicle, and spending money. You're at the Tangiers."

"Nice." Collins nods approvingly. "Anything ever happen there?"

A dry look. "Don't worry--I didn't put you anywhere near Murder Central."

".......what's murder central?"

"Do you really want to know?"

[ooc: Two for the price of one. Get 'em while they're present.]

guppy_sandhu

"Stop it, go away, leave me alone!"

An eight-year-old is pushed into the bar, with his trousers around his ankles and his nose bleeding. There is the sound of laughter behind and the door is slammed shut.

Guppy pulls his trousers up and scrambles to his feet, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. He picks up a tatty schoolbag and checks to see what's missing.

"Why did they have to take my homework?"

And then he looks around. Some sort of pub. He didn't notice it before. But he can hide in here, and there's tables, and he still has some time left before school starts if he's really quick. And Daddy won't have to know then.

He drags the bag over to the nearest table, wiping his bleeding nose on the back of his hand again, then sits down and starts to frantically redo his homework.

dr_temperance

Dr. Temperance Brennan is in the bar with her usual stack of files.

Except she's not so much working as she is staring off into space. Either her glass of water is very, very interesting, or her mind really isn't on the open file in front of her.

Impromptu family reunions can give you a lot to think about.

lvpd_sidle

It's a shame that winter had to return outside.

Sara's reclaimed her spot by one of the fireplaces, examining a piece of metal.

She can be bothered.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

There's no real sign that a party went on yesterday; the loompas made an exception and got busy outside once most patrons headed in to sleep.

It's much like it was yesterday.

Hot sun. Warm water. Abundant food. Unending drink.

And a certain air of lassitude that only an entire weekend of lying around in the sun can bring.

If you haven't yet joined the party, you might as well. We're only just getting started.

nomorecyberarts.livejournal.com

It's a bit surprising that he hasn't been seen much since he came in, as he has been Bound for the past week. However, Benjamin Coffin has been around, avoiding people who he really doesn't want to talk to. At the moment, however, he has found the lake, staring oddly (and admittedly ogling) at the people around him.

[ooc: Mostly plotlocked, but if you want to tag him, plz ping me at quiverby on AIM. I'll be slow, but you're welcome to talk to him. If you want in on said plot, plz also ping.]

[OOC2: Warning for violence in first thread. Whups.]