28 April 2017 @ 06:02 pm
 
After depositing William in the cells, Harry leaves a message at the Bar:

Friends of William Douglas may this day and night find him in the cells, where they have leave to visit him.

Harry himself can be found not far away if anyone has questions-- or just wants to chat.
 
 
28 April 2017 @ 01:29 pm
 
Here's the thing:

Chirrut Imwe has never learned to swim.

He's never needed to, not really. The only body of water big enough to properly swim in close to NiJedha was in the kyber caves, and it was cold enough to freeze a man solid within minutes.

So he never learned. It never became an issue.

Except now he lives (non!lives? after-lives? The terminology is difficult) in a place that has an abundance of water. Logic says that the blind man should just avoid the lake, or the pools, or the spa, because there's this saying about old dogs and new tricks. Chirrut may be called a mad dog sometimes, but he's also getting to be that proverbial old dog.

Chirrut never liked sayings like that anyway.

So this morning he laid out his plan to Baze with tactical precision, - finding a place that was a more controlled environment, tempting Baze with warmth, and then off-handedly noting that if Baze was too busy, he could go himself, it would be fine.

This would be why there are two Jedhan men, dressed in swim trunks, at the edge of one of the spa's heated pools. They are both battered and bruised - Chirrut's ribs are mottled to every color of the rainbow, Baze's face is sporting a heavy bruise and his hands are wrapped securely against further damage.

One of them is sure it can't be as hard as everyone is making it out to be. The other one is not so sure. They might not know they need help, but it would be advisable. Or at least, watching them flounder should be entertaining.
 
 
28 April 2017 @ 08:15 am
The front door opens and in walks Amanda, a large grin grows on her face, "Ah Milliways!"

She walks up to the Bar, "Lady Bar, may I please have a glass of wine?" then she takes a seat and starts people watching.







[OOC: I'm around for a couple of hours and then slowtime]
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28 April 2017 @ 12:04 pm
 
 
Jim had been very pleased to find a door to the bar yesterday, because he had some actual academic reading to do and for once, would have been quite happy to just sit quietly and get on with it. At least, that's what he tells himself; the evidence of yesterday is more that if faced with potential distraction, he'll fling himself at it as hard and as fast as possible.

Anyway, the whole thing put him off reading, so he's back to building stuff. Bar presented him with a note from his older self, telling him that if even thought about setting foot in the upstairs suite again, he'd regret it. To soften the blow of losing room privileges, he was given a box of computer parts and told to make himself a new one. 

So that's what he's doing, looking vaguely interested but still a bit grumpy. His face hurts and his lip keeps splitting open again. It's a drag. 

(But so worth it. Now he gets to plot his response, which is always the fun part of any situation.)



[OOC: Open alllll over this lovely long weekend. :D Violence in the link.]



 
 
27 April 2017 @ 10:01 pm
 
Oswin has reclaimed the kitchens (or at least, she has been allowed back in the kitchens on a limited basis and is being watched like a hawk), and has been baking.

Or rather spending a few pleasant hours reading cookbooks and then trying out one of the more interesting looking recipes.

This would be why Oswin is now sitting at the Bar with two trays of brightly colored circular cookies and a slew of pastry bags, trying different taste sensations.
 
 
27 April 2017 @ 06:55 pm
 
OOM: A successful assassination, an unlucky capture.

Cassian opens the door and leans against the frame for a long moment, half of his face is swelling, there's almost the imprint of a glove on his cheek and he's slightly trembling. This isn't his quarters but he doesn't want to move too much and takes a breath and sets himself to walk to the counter. He sits and a mug of tea and a bowl of soup appear in front of him.

His hands shake as he wraps them around the tea and inhales it, the scent anchors him and he'll be here then rest. He's alive and completed the mission, here he doesn't have to report to anyone, not yet.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, warning for torture and mentions of killing in the OOM. Catch him anywhere between the door and counter.
 
 
27 April 2017 @ 10:18 pm
 
[oom: Guppy speaks to his children about Wilford's dog, and Fry discovers Joram has been in a fight at school.]
 
 
27 April 2017 @ 02:19 pm
 
"--Papal envoy! A fucking papal envoy. The fucking envoy to fucking Rome!"

It's one of those entrances where the person is so busy shouting back over his shoulder that he doesn't realize he's walked into Milliways. When he does realize it, William Douglas stares wildly around the room and shouts again: "SO YOU'D BETTER WATCH THE FUCK OUT!"

Then he stalks to the bar.




((See backroom post. Warnings for violence and homophobia in the threads.))
 
 
27 April 2017 @ 08:45 am
 
It's a quiet day in Central City. No dead bodies have dropped to call Barry into his day job, and a quick zip around the city yields only a mugger and one jaywalker who would've been pancaked by a garbage truck if 'The Streak' hadn't been there to rush him to the safety of the sidewalk.

(Seriously, he needs a better superhero name.)

With things so chill at home Barry is glad when he finds Milliways in his apartment. He was looking for something to eat, but the fridge and cupboards in his place are bare.

Obviously it's time for him to join Costco or something, but in the meantime...

"Hey, Bar," he greets the counter, sliding onto a stool wearing blue jeans and a sweatshirt. "Can I get a-- "

A platter appears with deli meats and cheeses all cut down to fit on the accompanying Ritz crackers. It's the type of tray usually made to feed small armies of party guests.

"--snack."

Barry grins and while he starts assembling cracker sandwiches, Bar produces a chocolate milkshake; which earns a wary glance from Barry, but he soon discovers this one isn't a protein ruse.



[ooc: Here all day, and this will be open through the weekend.]
 
 
26 April 2017 @ 07:23 pm
 
[OOM: Previously, on Londinium.]

He'd had his weekly clinic visit and six-month checkup earlier today. He hadn't expected the news he'd heard.

("It's too early to know how long it'll last, Gabriel, but ... it looks like you're stabilizing."

"What?!? Vincent, are you sure?"

"I've always been a rational man, but this is nothing short of a miracle. I'd say you have something to celebrate.")


When Gabriel Tam walks into Milliways, he looks more than a little stunned... but he's smiling.
 
 
26 April 2017 @ 02:39 pm
 
Rather unusually, Enzo may be found in the kitchen for an hour or two this afternoon, in human form. He's trying out a few different recipes, all of which involve both peanut butter and sugar.

You may also find him in the main bar later, in his usual shade of green, with the results of his efforts laid out on a table along with a pitcher of milk. A text window reads:

FREE
in exchange for feedback

(definitely contains nuts)
 
 
26 April 2017 @ 07:59 pm
 
There comes a time in the life of a Lord of the andain where one has to make a choice.

That is why Galadan is currently dressed like a Rim-dweller from River and Gabriel's world. The andain of Fionavar are now in the good hands of Kevin -- Ceridwen's son -- just to set the fox (or in this case deer) in amongst the hens, and he is, perhaps for the first time in his entire existence, a free --

Let's call him a man.

The Tacitus is waiting just on the other side of the door. So one more drink, and then he'll take his leave.
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26 April 2017 @ 06:44 pm
 
The door opens to the muffled sound of a woman’s voice and the sound of a fussing baby. “No, no, I’ll check—”

Tavi is standing in the doorway, beard neatly trimmed and the light from the Bar glittering off both the plain steel band on his head and his tunic—an article of clothing that is literally cloth-of-gold and covered in gemstones, mostly of the sapphire, ruby, and diamond varieties. He is also, in the arm not holding the door open, carrying the aforementioned fussing infant.

From somewhere behind him comes another muffled comment (’Aleran?’) as he stares at the Bar for a long, silent moment, and then looks down at himself. “. . . What? No, it’s nothing,” he calls over his shoulder absently, then looks back up for another thoughtful pause.

“No.”

The door slams shut again.

About thirty seconds later it opens. “… working for two, just go to sleep. I’ll get him settled,” Tavi is saying as he shoves the door open with his shoulder. Not in anything fancier than (admittedly high-quality) linen, today, and the steel circlet’s missing too. Baby is definitely with him, though, and basically still. He’s halfway in by the time he realizes this is the Bar, and after a visible moment of hesitation lets the door close.

He makes his way to the Bar. “You’d better not mess up his sleep schedule,” he tells the counter sternly. “If you do, I am not responsible for Kitai’s actions. And can you not make a habit of replacing the nursery, please?”

Napkin.

“… Yes.” He smiles softly. “He’ll be very happy one day to be meeting you, too.”

Milliways, meet Gaius Desiderius Tavarus.
 
 
26 April 2017 @ 12:49 pm
 





[oom: little help from his friends ]




 
 
25 April 2017 @ 08:49 pm
 
Tess is caught a little off guard when she enters Milliways today. She's just come from bo practice and isn't expecting to be brought into the bar.

No matter. She'll take her bo staff and grab a cup of coffee before settling on a couch, feet up, and attempt to do this thing called 'relaxing'.
 
 
25 April 2017 @ 06:34 pm
 
Brotherly love is a beautiful thing. Brotherly love, reconciliation. Forgiveness.*

And an enormous platter of food.

Look, Loki isn't sure how long it's been since he last ate, but it's somewhere in the order of months. That's not enough to kill him--though he's happy to let Thor think he's arrived as one of Milliways' dead--but it's enough that once Thor steers him to a seat and orders a meal for them both, he's going to down a phenomenal amount of food. Enough that it would make the most solicitous grandmother proud, if there were a grandmother around to see.

It's all a little too methodical and determined to call feasting. But Loki's not so single-minded that he can't keep a watch on the sights and sounds of Milliways, particularly in the intervals when Thor is off consulting with Bar or ordering more food.



*Actual levels of brotherly love, forgiveness, and reconciliation may be open to debate. Possibly violent debate once Thor and Loki get to talking.

((Not a joint post because Thor-mun is pretty busy for the next day or so, but Thor might be able to drop into some threads.

Bedtime for now but feel free to tag in--I'll get back to you in the morning!))
 
 
25 April 2017 @ 12:10 pm
 
(OOC: Baze trains the children of the temple in martial arts for the first time. He gets more than he bargains for when Guardian Imwe poses as a student.

Warning for violence.)
 
 
24 April 2017 @ 10:30 pm
Some days, the shadows of her past are closer to the surface than others. That's why Ibani gave up on sleep at 4 in the morning and went outside to train with her wooden practice blade. The sun is up now, but she's back at her training after a brief rest. The motions of the lightsaber forms are a kind of moving meditation for her, and proper practice never hurts.

Even so, she'd be glad of company that wants to talk, observe, or maybe even spar!
 
 
24 April 2017 @ 09:50 pm
 
Sitting in a booth today: Some textbooks.

...

Oh, wait, no, hang on, there's a young man there, as well, with a laptop.

He's mostly obscured by books: Textbooks for nearly every subject possible, cookbooks, a few heavy tomes on high-level programming ideas that he doesn't really understand at all, a few local travel books about the wider Tokyo area.

Yamato himself doesn't look like he's slept in a while. This is fine, because he has a full mug of very strong coffee, the scent of which is probably carrying halfway across bar, and that is a viable replacement for sleep.
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24 April 2017 @ 09:22 pm
Spring has fully sprung, the cherry blossoms have been and gone, and the season is making some people rather frisky and restless. This state of nervous energy has different ways of expressing itself, in different people.
  • Dr. Hannibal Lecter is in the Caribbean inlet, swimming laps -- he seems to have marked out two landmarks on the shore, and swims back and forth, parallel to the beach, in flawless form, just as if he was in a pool.
  • Ragnar Lothbrok is riding his motorcycle around the lake. He's going very fast and making it roar, which is fun.
  • Father Pearse Harman is in the bar, has thrown open the windows closest to the piano, and is playing and singing old Ivor Novello songs with a good voice and not much inhibition.
  • Alex Vause has taken a punching bag outside, has hung it in a tree near the sparring grounds, and proceeds to beat the living daylights out of the poor thing.
  • And finally, Teja's three forge cats (Myrrh having defected to stay with Bodhi) are chasing each other all through the bar, outside through the garden, jumping in through the windows Harman left open and up a pillar into the rafters, in an obstacle race all around the chairs and table, out again through the back door between the feet of some poor bewildered patron, all the way down to the forge, and up again, weaving among the late tulips and hyacinths and in through the kitchen door, where the rats scatter and scold. And on into the bar once again... They seem indefatigable. Teja, in the meanwhile, is sitting by the backdoor, teaching little Egil to fletch arrows.