When the Door opens this time, there is a sound of a great many sentients having one hell of a good time. Perhaps one may even glimpse them (Terrans, Andorians, Vulcans, Denebians, Romulans...) before the door closes behind Milliways' unsuspecting visitor ( Read more... )

Frank Burns sits at the bar with a pen and a legal pad. He scribbles furiously, bent low over the pad of paper with his tongue between his teeth. From time to time, he looks up, shooting sneaky, suspicious looks at the patrons around him.

The comparison to a small predatory rodent has never been so apt.

Watching the Front Door for any sign of Black Oil gets very, very boring. So Bob's decided to entertain himself by dragging a music stand over to his table and playing a few tunes on his new(ish) guitar ( Read more... )

Ace has taken over a table, spreading her notes out all over it. Unlike the Doctor, she hasn't gone rogue. She still needs to send reports back to Gallifrey now and then about what she's up to. Of course, they already know what she's up to, making this more of an exercise of remembering who her bosses are ( Read more... )

So, here we are, me and my air spirit, Bob, on duty for another evening.

On the specials board, written in a flowing old European-style hand - see, I do let Bob out from time-to-time - are tonight's drink specials...

Drink Specials
Muppet
Yellow Sock
Baby Doll

I am *so* gonna get shot for that.

[ooc: mun will disappear for about an hour ( Read more... )

Naraht missed the puppetization of Milliways this weekend. Why? Let's just say he had a little project of his own.

The results of said project are now "dancing" around each other in a clear patch of floor.

"WE REPRESENT THE LOLLYPOP GUILD! THE LOLLYPOP GUILD! THE LOLLYPOP GUILD..."

The Wizard of Oz performed by the mini!Dalek Dance Corps.

Hiro has been busy -- very busy. But it's not the busy he wants. It's the busy, however, he delivers to Bar with a, "Purease give to the crew of... Sss...Su... Serenity. Delivery securetu!"

Bar takes the gift away, and Hiro sighs, content. The crew he's met has been so good to him (well, Jayne was scary, but that was logical, right?), it's only ( Read more... )

Anyone passing near the Door may hear some faint sounds through it. *creak* "No..." *slam* *creak* "No..." *slam* *creak* "No no no!" *slam*

*creak* "YEAH!" crows Enzo, who has finally found Milliways in the upstairs hall closet. "I did it!"

The Highest Authority - his big sister - has just given Enzo permission to visit Milliways. ( Read more... )

Hello! There's a Horta at the Bar.

And he has something that might just be a recipe for trouble. You see, when he ordered some lunch, Bar also included three new toys. The controls are simple, so Naraht now has a team of tiny Daleks swarming around him, bumping into things and playfully chasing the occasional waitrat.

The Door opens...

Hey! Here's someone you haven't seen in a while. A half-ton boulder glides in, and he's whistling something that sounds rather like "The Drunken Sailor".

He pauses as he enters the room. "Well I'll be a conglomerate! Milliways!"

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Naraht back to the fold.