10 June 2017 @ 09:47 am
After some great advice from some new friends.

There is an Amanda outback laying out in the sun.

Because she cares so much about Milliways she even keeps her top on.
10 June 2017 @ 02:15 pm
Jay comes in through his door, holding it propped open with a kit bag while he ferries several other bags in and dumps them on a table.

The view through the open door is of a jungle, green and humid with a sluggish muddy river flowing slowly. Jay bounces down the gangway of a houseboat till all his belongings are off the boat and inside the bar.

Time to repack and move on.
31 May 2017 @ 02:35 pm
It's not fair.

Who decided that suns can burn? Even in heaven? No one ever informed Baze and Chirrut of this painfully unfortunate fact. They've had wind burns before, even frost burns, but nothing like this torture. It's been days since their third stint of nudity on the beach, and they're still slathering aloe on blisters.

That's what they're doing now, sitting on the couch by the fire--because after all, even burned, they still want to be warm--with Baze carefully smearing the blessed balm on Chirrut's reddened face.

"There should be a warning," Chirrut says for the millionth time, ignoring repeated orders to keep still for once. He's already earned aloe smeared across his mouth more than once for his disobedience. "In that pamphlet of yours, there should be a warning about the sun, that it can do such things."

"I'm fairly certain most people come from planets with suns that burn," Baze says, with a long-suffering sigh. "Two people burned is not enough to necessitate a warning for the whole bar."
18 May 2017 @ 09:12 pm
After the explosion Amanda hesitates briefly inside the bar. She isn't certain if she should go back to her world as planed or go investigate. What if someone needs help?

It doesn't take long before Amanda is outside. She makes it halfway to the forest when she suddenly realizes since she was inside she doesn't know where the explosion came from.

So there is an immortal outside looking for anyone, especially Guppy.

[OOC: I posted this tonight because it's time appropriate, but sadly it's my bedtime. I will be back online tomorrow morning. I'm awake! Post open until it falls off the page. Have a wonderful night to all]
15 May 2017 @ 04:34 am
A cluster of bubbles rises to the surface of the lake.

blub blub bloop

bloop blurp bloop bloop

The water is still for a moment.

And then it suddenly isn't, as a smooth, blue head and shoulders break through with a splash. With a flare of neck gills and a startled nictating of ocular membranes, Abe Sapien finds himself in Milliways.

It's been a while! If Abe had collagenous lips, he would smile.

He wades up onto shore, kind of like the Creature from the Black Lagoon, except clad in black wetsuit shorts, and less likely to abduct you than politely discuss the weather with you.

[OOC: Abe will not actively or inadvertently read your pup's mind, but he might pick up strong emotions, that's all. PM me with any questions!]
13 May 2017 @ 11:06 am
Amanda's outback in the wooded area working out with her sword. She is practicing fighting an opponent and jumping and attacking from the trees. She is keeping herself and her feet moving.

There is a small bag just out of the way, closed, next to the bag is a bottle of water.

The blonde immortal is having fun. She is focused and having fun.
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]
As Dr. Hannibal Lecter comes to the bar tonight, he puts his hand on the counter, and talks to it for a bit.

A napkin pops up.

He gets behind the bar, and puts up a sign in very careful chalk lettering:

Happy Millways Appreciation Day
12 year old MacAllan scotch
2004 Mouton Rothschild
Cucumber, mint & melon punch

Tell me about the best thing Milliways has done for you,
and your drink is on me!

[[OOC: I intended to do this yesterday, but completely failed out -- but as nobody signed up for today, here I am, just one day late!]]

29 June 2016 @ 12:49 pm
Jamie is a touch embarrassed thinking back to his first appearance in the bar. He suspects-- he knows-- he did not exactly make the kind of impression he'd have wanted on the people he met. (Though he consoles himself with the knowledge that he only told one of them he is a king, and thus only once failed to live up to that lofty standard.)

As he sits in the bar now, therefore, he keeps an eye out for anyone he spoke to while he was still... let's say confused about his surroundings: perched on the edge of a barstool, eyes scanning the room, long fingers drumming on the edge of the bar.

And simultaneously, he tries not to look too on edge, in case he should encounter anyone new. (He should, he thinks, probably order something to eat, to look more normal. But he doesn't.)
20 February 2016 @ 01:11 pm
Dr. Hannibal Lecter is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Black pudding features heavily.

From a small radio on the work top, positively cheerful classical music is playing.
19 February 2016 @ 07:50 pm
Amanda might be getting a bit too comfortable in Milliways today. Having taken the day off of training.

Dressed in a ancient Greek inspired dress with white slipper shoe's, sitting by the fire reading '20,000 Leagues under the Sea'.

A pot of tea sits on a table next to her, her feet curled up under her on the chair.

A quiet night, and totally bother-able.

[OOC: post open all weekend]
10 February 2016 @ 07:06 pm
The Master of Ceremonies comes downstairs one evening and


he is suddenly dressed head to toe in the most flamboyant 18th century attire he has ever seen, complete with a rather large and elaborate hat to house a tall pompadour.

With a flounce and a sigh, and a hand upon his hip, he gives Madame Bar a sassy, red-lipped smirk.

"Darling, you really must try harder if you want to make me look ridiculous, because this, quite honestly, is fucking fabulous."
06 February 2016 @ 06:44 pm
The front door opens, beyond the door is a car submerged in the Pacific ocean. Beside the door is a figure with dark hair, that has just enough time to realize there is suddenly an open door before she falls through the door along with a rush of ocean water before the door closes.

Amanda starts to get up, coughing up water.
23 January 2016 @ 12:41 pm
Seventeen-year-old Rae Seddon manages not to slam the door when she enters the bar in a seething rage, but it's a very close thing. Some part of her that isn't currently given over to anger at her mother still realizes that slamming the door will just make things worse in the long run. And that's the problem, isn't it? Whatever she does, it's not the right thing. Even when she's actively trying not to piss of her mother, it never works. If Rae is working hard at the coffeehouse, trying to save up some money, her mother feels free to tell her she should be studying and trying not to fail her senior year (said with the tone of one who is already certain she will fail). If Rae is studying quietly in her room, she should be helping out her step-father at the coffeehouse - doesn't Rae see how her parents are working their fingers to the bone? And why can't she find some nice boy to settle down with, not like all the boys Rae has dated in the past, of course (and neatly overlooking that Rae's messy break-up with Baz is still a raw wound for the girl in question).

Fuck all of that.

The newspaper Rae has clutched in her hand is already crumpled, and her treatment of it does it no favors as she storms across the room to the bar, where she slumps onto a bar stool. Fuck all of that, so much. Just another month, she tells herself. A mere month. And then - gods willing - she'll have squeaked by on her exams and graduated. And she can move out. Get her own place. Be free.

It takes a few moments for her to calm down enough to notice the napkin that had appeared on the counter top when she'd sat down.

"What?" she says, reading it but not quite believing it. "Now? Really?"

Another napkin.

"Couldn't someone else do it? I mean, now is really not a good time-"

Another napkin.



"Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Fine." It's just more of the same, wherever she goes. Rae stands up abruptly, rolling up the newspaper, and heads towards the kitchens. Some time later, still seething, Rae returns and hangs the Specials board. It reads:

'Happy' Hour
Tea of all kinds
Non-alcoholic sangria

Jalapeno Business (Jalapeno-sweetcorn muffins with butter and honey)
Artichoke On It And Die (Spinach-artichoke dip with chips)
Rock Out with your Guac Out (Guacamole dip with chips)

A Real Pizza Work (Mushroom pizza with caramelized onions, fontina cheese, and rosemary)
Tempura Tantrum (Assorted Vegetable Tempura)
You Wanna Pizza Me? (Pesto pizza with roasted red peppers, mushrooms, and asparagus)
Kaaaaaaale No (Cannellini Bean and Kale soup)
Quiche of Death (Spinach, tomato and feta cheese quiche)

Ice Cream:
Cherrytale Wedding
Deja Brew
Banannoying As Hell
Grow a Pear
Chocoholics Anonymous Failure
Utter Peach of Shit
Mango Fuck Yourself

"So, bar's open, everyone," she mutters. That done, and hoping no one really takes notice, Rae settles down with the classifieds section of the New Arcadia newspaper, looking over the listings of apartments for rent.
22 January 2016 @ 10:47 pm
Guppy is at the bar, with a cup of tea, a banana, and the evening crossword:

Humorous mammal lacking a meat patty with cheese in a bun (6)

22 January 2016 @ 01:09 pm
It is impossible to maintain a smoking habit in London nowadays.

Which is why, when Sherlock Holmes walks into the bar, after his eyes flick around and take in ... everything, the first thing he does is get his pack of cigarettes out of his coat and light up.


[ooc: If there's anything Sherlock should observe about your character that is not in their profile, please leave a comment here. Comments are screened.]
14 January 2016 @ 05:19 pm
Wil had only been in Storlock for about two weeks, and was very frustrated by the Stor Counsel's decisions. He wasn't sure what he needed to do, but he was kicking around some ideas in his head. He was wandering around the town now, bored and trying to make a decision. He wasn't going to give up on this dream, he must become a healer. He finally decided to make his way back to his rooms and when he opened the door he found himself in a tavern. As confusing as it was, this one wasn't too different from the Inn his grandfather and uncle ran back in Shady Vale, but it wasn't supposed to be here. He was very confused by this, and it showed.

"What the hell?" he asked as he turned around and noticed that time had stopped on the other side of the open door.
07 January 2016 @ 07:02 pm
Amanda is sitting a table near the bar, wearing a yellow sundress with black silk under shirt and a beaded necklace draped around her neck (see icon). The immortal is drinking a mimosa and people watching to pass the time.

She is clearly botherable.
29 December 2015 @ 09:59 am
[OOC: in celebration of Force Awakens]

A rare sight these day's, to see this immortal in bar. Even more rare is seeing this immortal practice with her lightsaber. A gift from a teacher and friend, one of many she misses greatly.

Outback is an immortal practicing with a lightsaber. Working the kata's she was taught by Mace Windu. As she practices, sweat drips from her forehead but she doesn't seem to notice, completely focused and yet aware.

She doesn't know it at the moment but she wouldn't mind a break.
28 December 2015 @ 09:39 pm
The front door opens. There's sounds of chaos and a firefight from outside, shouts, and a vaguely squishy THUNK.

Then a BOOM loud enough to rattle the silverware on the nearest tables.

"Ha! Maybe that'll learn ya!"

Continued gunfire suggests that it has not, in fact, learned them. Moments later, the world famed mercenary DEADPOOL staggers into the bar. He's tall! Strong! Manly!

Oh god, he's a little on fire. And possibly covered in blood.

It's fine. That's why the outfit is red!

"Cool! Hallucinatory bar." He manages to haul himself up onto a bar stool, and promptly stares off into space. Not that you can tell with the mask.