18 July 2017 @ 09:57 pm
 
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.
 
 
18 July 2017 @ 04:27 pm
 
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.
 
 
17 July 2017 @ 10:17 pm
 
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
 
 
17 July 2017 @ 05:48 pm
 
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.
 
 
17 July 2017 @ 04:58 pm
 
 
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.
 
 
17 July 2017 @ 01:40 am
 
 
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.]


 
 
16 July 2017 @ 02:01 pm
 
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)

(OOC: Warning in the Galen thread for deeply inappropriate romance novels)
 
 
16 July 2017 @ 09:14 pm
 
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.
 
 
16 July 2017 @ 08:33 pm
{ 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).
 
 
15 July 2017 @ 10:30 pm
 
[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.
No more falling to pressure
No more failing acceptance
Throw all your hells towards the heavens
Cause your voice is a weapon
Tags:
 
 
16 July 2017 @ 12:54 am
 
I can put up with a lot, but you fuck with my face, it's time to die.

The door slams open and a tall figure draped with a thick veil and shrouded in black from head to toe enters. The stench of death and decay surrounds her.

It's Pam.

She lets out a scream of fury, of frustration, of anguish.

That witch will pay for this.

With her goddamned life.
 
 
15 July 2017 @ 03:34 pm
 
When Wilford comes into the bar today, holding onto an old printer paper box, he pauses like this isn't where he meant to be. After a moment, he decides that maybe this is the best place to be, and heads straight for the bar, putting the box on top of it.

He tries talking to the bar, asking her if she can get him something from a database, though she seems unwilling to help no matter how nicely (or rudely) he asks.

Every now and then, the lid on the box tries to pop up a bit, causing Wilford to have to slam it back down in a hurry.
 
 
15 July 2017 @ 09:35 pm
 
Bonnie is sitting in a booth, with a thick brown envelope, two smaller white envelopes and a rather thoughtful expression.

Why is nothing ever straightforward in this world?
 
 
Today, the bypass stairs leading from the lake area upstairs are a bit hard to navigate, as Teja and Galen are moving the thing they had been constructing upstairs, to install it on Galen's and Bodhi's balcony. If you are in a hurry going up or down, please excuse them for a moment while they get the copper pipes and rolls of rubber tubes and crates of odd little steampunk-y implements out of your way.


[[tinytag: galen erso]]
 
 
15 July 2017 @ 10:08 pm
 
[oom: In which Hera and Kanan are Very Mature and Responsible adults. Really.]

Last night may have been a mistake.

At least, that's how Hera's feeling about now, leaned over a table and resting her head in her hands. She's also thinking coming into the Bar may have been a mistake, given that at least it might have been quieter back on the Ghost. But then –

No. Chopper's on the Ghost. This was definitely the better plan.

She winces hard when Kanan returns to the table. He doesn't look much better, having only managed to lazily tie his hair back before coming in here. He puts two bowls of what looks like some kind of meat stew down on the table, along with two cups of caf.

"It smells awful," Hera comments, not looking up.

"I know." Kanan collapses into the chair across from her. "But the Parmathens I used to drink with swore by it."

Hera shuts her eyes for a moment, but then –

"If anyone knows their hangover cures…" Reluctantly, she lifts her head, and reaches for her bowl.
 
 
15 July 2017 @ 07:05 pm
 
It's time to be getting back. Sinric brings his silver tea service down and asking for the bar to look after it for him.

The bar presents him with a basket of thing which he takes over to a table and starts packing it into a leather pouch that seems far too small for everything he's fitting into it. There are quite a few things there that don't belong in the dark ages - toothpaste, shampoo, painkillers.

The bar makes sure he has one last pot of tea and plate of pastries before he goes. There's more than enough to share if anyone would like some?
 
 
15 July 2017 @ 01:05 am
 
[OOMs:

"That's a stupid plan."

"You're a stupid plan!" ]
 
 
14 July 2017 @ 06:36 pm
 
Ysalwen steps through the front door, looking lighter and less troubled than she has in weeks. Having your apprentice settled into a Tal-Vashoth mercenary team -- the Valo-Kas, as it happens -- will do that. Particularly given that they are newly formed, though taking in members of several different mercenary bands with a great deal of experience.

Meraad liked them, and James found very little to complain about with any of its members, so.

Ysalwen settles herself at a corner booth, pulling out her tablet-book and pulling up three holographic windows. One contains a complicated nuclear decay simulation, another has some sort of energetics equations on it, and the third is playing Die Hard. She's been told it's a quite interesting play, and so.

Liranan has settled underneath her chair, ready to take a nap while she works. He may come out when the movie's gunfire starts, or he might just roll his eyes and go back to sleep.
 
 
14 July 2017 @ 08:25 am
The French presence in Milliways may have quieted down a bit, as new guests come to the place and old residents settle into their ways. But it's 14 juillet, the Fête nationale, anniversary of the kick-off of one of the greatest Revolutions, and Lesgle isn't letting it pass unmarked.

He's an old hand at this by now, and bustles around behind the bar. Gets out the tricolor flag, the bunting, the cockades. Cheese, fruit, crackers. Sandwiches. Red wine, champagne, and Various Blue Drinks. A welcoming smile for all comers.

VIVE LA FRANCE!


reads the chalkboard, and

VIVENT LES PEUPLES!


and

Ça ira!





((Good heavens, this guy has been doing this for four years? Party thread rules apply--hop around, talk amongst yourselves, have fun! I might throw in some of my other characters as well for partying purposes.))
 
 
13 July 2017 @ 07:16 pm
 
OOM: A new mission, a new identity.

Cassian's in a neat white shirt with dark grey trousers and stares before a moment as he enters before walking to he bathroom. When he comes out again, his hair's slightly wet and his collar's open and he goes to the counter.

He orders a beer in it and asks Bar to surprise him with something warm and familiar. A large plate of chicken mole appears and he finds a seat with a good view before starting to eat and see who's around. Doors to Milliways will make this mission easier.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, no warnings for the OOM