milliways_bar | Entries tagged with zenobia

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is thinking about going back out soon. Which may... help explain what he's doing now.

He's not really very good about praying as much as he's supposed to - especially in Milliways. The time difference makes it difficult to calculate what time it is here, and determining which direction Mecca is in can be hard enough when you're not at the End of the Universe.

Of course, those really aren't the important things, are they?

Which is why he's outside, near the lake - it's dark, but that's not too much of a problem with his eyes, and given that he's heard this is supposed to look like Scotland, he's figured he can just pretend he was there to figure out the direction to face.

He's near the end now, though - kneeling, and turning his face from right to left, murmuring in Arabic.

If anyone approaches, he'd know, though he probably wouldn't look up until he's finished.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

Santino moved into the bar proper from the world outside, and seated himself at a table without ordering a drink, yet.

An empty table, with plenty of room for company.

foxy-rogue.livejournal.com

Well, here's a very handsome fellow strolling through the front door, whistling light-heartedly as he goes. He has had a very good day, watching the Sherrif comb the forest futilely while he relaxed in an old oak tree.

Of course, it seems his day is suddenly not going very well at all when the empty church he thought he was walking into has turned into a very noisy, very packed, very exposed tavern of sorts, with all kinds of strange people.

"Good heavens..." he mutters to himself, a tad bit in shock.

nita_callahan

The door opens and admits Nita, along with a brief sight of one of the Grand Central tracks and associated noise.

She barely gives the bar a glance, heading instead for a booth and pulling out a notebook (apparently from thin air). Flopping onto the bench, she starts flipping through the notebook and finally settles on a few pages.

Her concentration is almost palpable.

musicintherain.livejournal.com

There is a jingle of, no, not bells, but coins as the front door opens. Coins on an anklet, hidden by a long, swirling blue-purple skirt. The quiet jingle stops, though, when the owners sees where she is.

Milliways.

Without her veil.

Zenobia's eyes widen as she brings her hand to her (uncovered) mouth. She's a little too pale, against her long black hair, but more then that, she looks young. Maybe seventeen, maybe. If you squint.

"Oh. Oops."

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: Mercenaries pick the worst times to drop in.]

Atton enters the bar, apparently deep in thought, watching the floor more than he is where he's going, and promptly trips over a waitrat, crashing into a table, and sprawls out in the booth.

"Meant to do that." He calls.

Botherable.

longlonghair

Rapunzel came down the stairs with newly shorn hair, and went to the Bar for something sweet> The Bar gave her fruit salad, and what appeared to be a slice of banana bread. Not exactly what she had been thinking of, but not unwelcome.

As she she picked up the plate, and a violin and a bow appeared on the surface of the bar. Oh. She hadn't played one for years, but smiled brightly at the sight of it. She took it, and her plate to a table, and sat down. Forgetting the food for now, she tucked the instrument under her chin, and drew the bow across the strings.

Delighted, she began to play softly, an old lullaby, becoming reacquainted with the violin again.

Feel free to come and listen, or tell her she's rusty, or just to chat.

q_in_training

It...has been a very bizarre few weeks.

A very bizarre few weeks in which Mac's been accused of having psycho-PMS by her little brother on an almost daily basis. Never mind that the vapid, nuclear-level bitchery had worn off by New Year's (and whatever triggered that, Mac still has no idea); Ryan's her little brother. It's his job to be an ass.

And then there was the biannual camping trip, the move-in back to the dorms, and between this and that and another thing, this is the first Mac's seen of the inside of Milliways in almost a month.

She feels this merits celebration with a soy smoothie. Uncontaminated this time, thankfully.

snorkacklover.livejournal.com

It’s been a long few days of researching everything glowing and/or purple, and Luna’s looking a little less dreamy and a little more tired than normal as she wanders down to the bar.

Hello again, she writes on the Specials bored. I’m still Luna, and I’m still a waitress.

Flag her down! If nothing else, she’ll leave you feeling a little less certain of the bar’s general sanity.

mendanddefend_archive

Bob.

Still human.

By the fireplace.

Very, very bored.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

She's in the bar. She has to get used to it. Mouse will be leaving. She will be watching the puppy.

She needs to manage to make it up the stairs. She needs to. To walk. Across the bar. She needs to walk to the stairs.

She could be in the process of a game of Freeze Tag with how quickly she's moving.

nita_callahan

[OOM: Nita dreams again.]

Nita looks subdued, and rather tired, when she comes in today. Last night was a little rough, all around, and it made the day feel a lot longer.

She stops by Bar to get tea, then heads to a table.

musicintherain.livejournal.com

No one ever expects Milliways for the first time, and Zenobia is no exception. She opens the door and walks in, a little thing dressed (and this is important, or at least noticable) in a heavy tan skirt with a brown tunic and a pale brown headscarf covering her hair and the lower part of her face.

No one ever really expects the Observation Window, and Milliways's newest vampire isn't about to change that. It is impossible to see her expression, but her eyes widen and she goes very, very still. Too still, maybe, but the door slams shut behind her and she jumps.

"Um..."

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar's been busy out in the mountains. People've been using them, after all, so he really wants to make sure nobody gets hurt and stranded up there. It'd be seriously bad press if they did and nobody went to bring them back in. Now, though, he's in the Bar with his sign up as per usual:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

ASK ME ABOUT SKIING, SNOWBOARDING, AND WINTER SPORTS LESSONS
(BUT NOT FIGURE SKATING, I KIND OF SUCK AT THAT)

watches-storms.livejournal.com

Everyone's used to the bar door opening.

When Tris strides in, it only takes her a moment to realize this isn't her room. Also, the place fair blazes with magic- and she's currently renting a tiny loft atop a cookhouse where they she didn't have so much as a health-charm hanging.

Most certainly not her room.

Looking back to examine the door shows the hallway of the cookhouse: three steps and she exits, shutting the door firmly behind her.

A minute later, the door opens again.

Grey-blue eyes examine the space- a tavern- quizzically. Stepping back into the bar and shutting the door behind her (and then checking the door several times to make sure it will still open and lead her home) Trisana Chandler examines the bar with an expression that's one part inquisitive another part annoyed.

She'd like an explanation, please. In fact, she'll demand it from the first person who catches her eye.

And the glass dragon perched on her shoulder might possibly draw your eye to what would otherwise be a very plain girl. It's chattering. In chime-like tones.

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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