Noriko is sitting in the bar today working on something.

She has a flat of blown-glass balls, hollow and with a hole in each, and is busy arranging tiny ferns and succulents in each one, layered above a spread of miniscule pebbles. There's a whole palette of colors in them; deep greens, glossy wet blacks and grays, oranges, lavenders, seafoams. Someone needed to take a little while to do some calming redecoration for her room. Considering she lives here more than she lives at home...it might as well be nice.

She'll keep an eye out for people she knows.

So, as of this afternoon, the stray monster has left the building.

Vyvyan wasn't going to let his new friend get shot by that stupid pink-moustached moron, but has at least just enough sense, next time he gets back, to let Wankerstache know to stop shooting everything that moves.

He's not brilliant at writing, so he's taken a series of polaroid pictures; one of the little monster in front of Big Ben where he took it for a walk earlier, one of it watching television, and one of it in front of the opticians looking at another big eye. Then he stuck them on a piece of paper and in careful writing annotates them.

'This is Duster.
He has a new home outside the bar.
DO NOT SHOOT'

That ought to do it. He lurks around nearby for a bit to see if the shooting moron is around.

The front door to the bar opens and in walks someone who hasn't been seen a whole lot recently.
Which isn't to say that he hasn't been around, but rather that he hasn't been seen.

Ninjas are wiley that way, after all.

These days he's a broad, bald, white guy who moves with the authority that comes with knowing that he can dish out more than most people can take, and take more than most people can dish out...punishment-wise. He's not dressed in black, exactly, but a very dark nearly-black shade of green, and on his thick black belt hang a pair of anachronistic-for-his outfit sai.

He moves towards Bar, and settles in his favorite spot by her side. 
A knock on her top is all it takes to order his favorite beer, a sandwich, and a first aid kit he's not entirely aware he needs yet.
(There's spot of darker than dark-green forming on the left side of his back, about midway down.)

William Douglas isn't always the cheeriest visitor to Milliways, but he's been in an ample good mood today and when he pops in this evening he settles at the bar with a smile.

He orders food and drink "--And a book. Why not." Let's have all kinds of education. Self-improvement. Broadened horizons. What had Joly said? That people argued about characters in plays? "A play. Christ no, I've no idea which, you pick something."

So he's comfortable and expansive at the bar, with some bowls of nibbly things, making not-very-earnest progress on a book. Easy to interrupt.

 Dr. Hannibal Lecter's breakfast today is chocolate themed.

Hand-roasted honeyed oats with cocoa nibs under a chocolate cream, coffee spiced with raw cocoa and cardamom, and finally a few lovely dark pancakes with cranberry preserve.

He is eating slowly, and savouring every bite.


[[OOC: Warning: among the pancakes are veriohukaiset as well as chocolate pancakes, so beware of stealing them!]]

His mom and dad aren't home, and Tim's Not Disappointed because they're busy and it doesn't really matter, anyway, plus they sent him a very nice birthday card and a book, and his nanny bought him a cupcake, so it's been a nice birthday, really. It just... maybe had room to be nicer?

And the Bar obliges this wish when he happens to wander into the Bar, presenting him with Superbear wearing a party hat and a little bowl of ice cream, which he's eating with a big grin on his face. Come congratulate the birthday boy on turning six!

((William Douglas and young Jim Moriarty go back to 1450 Rome. Mostly talking and exploring, some fade-to-black/not very explicit sex. And a vihuela.))

The one piece of clothing that Cassian has with him that doesn't fit with the character of Willix is his beat up flight vest, because it packs well and its warm, his identification is hidden away. Since the heating in his apartment doesn't work as it should, he opens the door with his vest on tight and sighs, he was hoping for the utility room but Milliways will work. He goes up to the counter, rubbing the back of his neck and gets a napkin.

"Fine, yes, but can I have some caf with whiskey in it first?" Cassian asks in Festian, when it appears, he goes behind the counter to try and think of specials as he warms his hands. At least here he doesn't have to lie as much and there isn't surveillance everywhere. The cocktail book is incredibly distracting and he soon has more options than he expected including ones from his galaxy that he's never heard of.

Specials
Flameout
Vista Way Margarita
Double-Dip Outer Rim Rumdrop

Once the specials are up, he stands behind the counter and looks to see who's around in Milliways.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Up early as I found the SW's canon mixed drinks. Open until it scrolls or another happy hour goes up, whichever comes first.

There is a little girl and a large head of lettuce at the bar.

The girl has a glass of orange juice, a poloroid-type photograph of her, the head of lettuce and her blue ribbon from the Milliways summer fair, and a pen and paper, and she is trying to word a letter of some sort.

The lettuce is just sitting there.

So while Vyvyan was mooching around upstairs, he found a weird monster thing.

He's now sitting on one of the upstairs corridors, chucking it bits of bacon sandwich to eat.

Guppy isn't looking terribly pleased today. He has his foot resting on the table, because it's still bloody sore, after some idiot started shooting through the ceiling after an escaped monster thing.

He'd go and visit Wilford in the cells, except he's pissed off and can't be bothered.

The waitrats are generally fussing over him, bringing him snacks and tea.

Emcee requests to borrow a few things from the bar: a pen and notepad, a pair of wireless headphones, and a laptop computer with DJ software.

He doesn't specifically say wireless or DJ software, since his knowledge of modern technology is still quite basic, but the bar knows what he means and gives it to him anyway.

So here he sits in a booth, staring wide-eyed at the laptop screen.

This...might take a while to learn.

OOM: My dreams are humble and lean as arrows
And streetwise, ready and fair

Jakob Dylan - Valley Of The Low Sun Lyrics

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, warnings only for the corruption and destruction of the Empire

Summer always seems to bring with it too many productions of A Midsummer Night's Dream, Quentin's found one on the television and he can't decide whether to be insulted or horrified by this one that has everyone in suits.

It seems to be missing the point and he's started tossing popcorn at the screen every time a fairy is on stage. He's in a Real Life Disney Prince t-shirt, jeans and his pointed ears are visible under his bronze hair. Soon he's going to need to get more popcorn because he doesn't understand all the weird ideas mortals have about Fae. Tinkerbell is almost better than this, at least she's powerful.

 
16 year old Jim got a message from his older self, telling him chances to come to the bar would be virtually zero over the next month, so he'd better take one if it turned up. He didn't say why the chances would be zero, but that's par for the course.

So anyway, the kid's taken over a corner of the bar. There's a computer, a pile of junk food, textbooks, future!movies to watch and...apparently some fashion choices to make, if the magazines and bolts of cloth are anything to go by.

He's as botherable as he ever is. Possibly more than usual.

 
After this, there's a note for Security - both at the bar, and in the office.


There's a thing running loose upstairs somewhere. It's quick as anything, and basically looks like a bowling ball with one eye in the middle of it, and something sprouting out the top. It came in with Warfstache, and got loose. He doesn't know what it is or what it does, but he was trying to kill it so it probably isn't great to have running wild.

Gene Hunt 


That done, he returns to his pint. Damnit, it has gone warm.



[OOC: Wilford can be visited here. The one-eyed monster is free to be run into by anyone, at any time, in any place. It's very fast, and no one knows what it is or what it can do. Enjoy! :D]

Tiny!tag: Bernard Black.]

Out by the shooting range, things have been changed, just a little, just for a little while. There are a series of heavily armored targets hovering down a long stretch of open ground, drifting slightly as they bob on their repulsors. There's a faint hum from each, barely audible against the sound of the breeze through the trees and the water in the lake.

At the firing line is Chirrut, standing tall and still, his ornate lightbow charged and ready in his hands.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

There's a sharp snap of sound and the smell of ozone, and the nearest of the targets spirals out of position as it is struck by a bolt of plasma.



(OOC: Have a blind man with heavy ordinance, nothing could go wrong here. Baze may wander into any and all threads. :D)

It's the summer holidays, and Mum finally agreed to coloured hair.

Coral, who has the longest and lightest hair of her siblings, is very pleased with the way her brown hair now curls into a pretty mid blue at the tips. (It's not quite as good as Noriko's hair, but still). Mum even let her pre lighten the tips a little bit, since it was well away from the scalp.

She's currently in one corner of the bar taking selfies with smallest brother Gil, whose hair is a much shorter mop of tighter brown curls, and who wasn't prepared to sit still long enough for Mum to risk doing anything huge. But he didn't want to be left out, so he has one solitary blue curl, currently clipped with a butterfly hair grip.

{ True Blood canon time: Eric returns from Milliways and encounters a fairy.
Briefly.

Fairy blood is intoxicating and protects vampires from sunlight. At least for a little while.}

The door opens and Eric stumbles through.

This time, he is wearing a blanket wrapped around himself, sarong style. And he looks a bit under the weather.

He heads to the Bar and meets Pam on the way (thread is ongoing).

[OOM: Sabine, Kanan, and Zeb complete a mission. Sabine discovers something important, and then debriefs with Hera; leading to a new direction to her art.