28 April 2008 @ 11:49 pm
[After this]

[OOM: Agent K figured the spaceflight out to the Rimiran colony would be boring as hell.

Looks like he won’t have to worry about that anymore.]
 
 
25 April 2008 @ 12:13 am
 
[oom: Agent K is off on his mission to the Rimiran colony, playing escort to two fellow Agents. They've decided to sleep along the way, but K has different ideas.]
 
 
23 April 2008 @ 11:50 pm
 
[After this]

It's later than usual when Agent K comes through the Door, and if he looks like a man who has places to be, there's good reason for that. If you know him very well, you might even be able to tell he's looking grim about it. This is one mission he's not looking forward to, and that's why he's stopped by for a quick drink beforehand.

"A double of the usual, Darlin'." A moment later and a double of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon appears before him.

The Man in Black eyes the glass before taking a sip. He's never been one to talk about 'sin',' but not being in a proper frame of mind to appreciate a double of Old Eli, well... That's about as close to a sin as there is in K's world.

He drinks on in silence.
 
 
23 April 2008 @ 02:19 am
 
[OOM: It’s bad enough when you know you'll soon be getting unpleasant news.

But it’s worse when you have to wait nearly three months just to get it.]
 
 
03 January 2008 @ 11:21 pm
[OOM: Zed's waited over a month to hear what's happened to the recon team he sent out to investigate a Black Oil-compromised alien colony.

Having to wait is never a good sign.]
 
 
02 October 2007 @ 10:26 pm
 
Two Men in Black are seated at the bar. A pair of MiB scanners rest on the bar between them, their holographic displays in full effect, hovering in mid-air.

"B uploaded this last night," Zed rumbles. "I don’t know what the fuck the Colonel is thinking."

To no one’s surprise, Zed looks grumpy. This briefing was supposed to be happening in his office in the new MiB Headquarters, but as usual, the Landlord had other ideas. So instead they're having it in the middle of--well, a goddamn barn, apparently, because the whole place is full of animals, no doubt for some fucked up reason Zed has no intention of asking about.

K, meanwhile, is just enjoying a bourbon while he listens. At least, he enjoys it until:

"...And if the King wants to roll that way, then he can kiss my blue suede ass. Anyway, that’s not the reason we need to talk. This is." Zed waves his hand over his scanner in a particular way and instantly a very different hologram appears in the air above K’s scanner. K immediately sits up a little more in his seat (though anyone would have sworn he was ram-rod straight in it before), and looks at his display very carefully. And then glares at it.

"That’s Oil."

Zed nods. "That it is, old friend."

"Where? These aren't Terran spectra."

"No, thank god. The techs picked up that transmission last week from the Regula Cluster. I sent out a recon team to check on it. Turns out the Oil's infiltrated a Rimiran colony and are using their stellar array to monitor Earth transmissions in real-time via a sub-ether distortion field. And it gets better: the team also sighted at least three of those hooded figures, like the one Steph Brown ran into."

"Keeping an eye on us."

"You can't be any more surprised by that than I was."

K glares at the hologram again. Then takes a long, slow drink.
 
 
[OOM: A few weeks have passed since the counter-assault against the Black Oil (previously seen here, here, and here), and ever since then, Stephanie Brown has been having even more bad dreams than usual. When Agents Zed and K invite her to talk about it, one last event from that day comes to light, and the Men in Black finally have a serious lead about who was responsible for the Black Oil invasion.]
 
 
18 March 2007 @ 09:15 pm
 
And here comes another Man in Black. He's not here because he wants to be, mind. But someone had to get Peter Venkman back into the bar, and K had already left.

And so, in comes Agent Zed, grumbling a bit about, "Can't believe I'm doing this on purpose."

Waiting for Venkman to come in, Zed shuts the Door behind them, and then sees Agent K over by the bar.

"C'mon, Doc. Your drinks are on me tonight."


[OOC: Plot-locked to bring Venkman back to the bar, but Zed will also be in the K thread for tagging.]
 
 
18 March 2007 @ 08:28 pm
 
The Front Door opens and, for just a moment, the sounds of a massive construction site came into the bar, along with a certain Man in Black who hasn't been around in quite a while.

Those who know him well might notice a spring in Agent K's step, not to mention an equally uncharacteristic smile, as he heads over to Bar and orders a bourbon.

As the glass appears in front of him, K pats the bar counter. "Thank you, Darlin'. It's good to be back."
 
 
[OOM: After the briefing, and after gearing up with every weapon they can can carry, Teams Alpha and Delta head out, while Team Omega stands guard at the Front Door, making sure not a drop of Black Oil reaches Milliways and, from there, the rest of the universe.

So how does it go?

Well, Team Alpha find out why you should never ignore an MiB trash can; discover what happened to an old friend; learn just how well named the MiB 'shooting gallery' is; and come face-to-face with the would-be architects of the Men in Black's utter destruction.

While all that's happening, Team Delta go flying on purpose and by accident; wreak havoc with the market value of the MiB HQ; and have a truly "ew"-worthy romp with giant, slimy bugs. They also discover what you'll hear in MiB elevators, and Goldy makes some interesting new friends.

Meanwhile, Team Omega hold the line against something that has way too many arms; 'borrow' some items from the MiB armory that will surely mean trouble for somebody somewhere; and are the first to see just how very, very BIG everyone's troubles are going to get before the Black Oil finally goes down.

And then there's an epilogue where thanks are thanked, snarks are snarked, and the volunteers are escorted back to the bar, so Zed can start figuring out just how many patents he'll have to sell just to clean up the place.]


[OOC: Many, many thanks to all the muns who took part in the plot. You guys made it so much more awesome than I could ever have hoped!]
 
 
12 March 2007 @ 08:50 pm
[OOM: The briefing's complete, the teams are ready, and the Front Door awaits. It's time to step across the threshold, back into the Headquarters of the Men in Black, where Teams Alpha, Delta, and Omega are delighted to find all sorts of shiny things.

Of course, these being Milliways people, the shiniest things of all are the ones that make other things explode.]
 
 
11 March 2007 @ 06:44 pm
[OOM: The day has finally come. No more planning, no more recruiting, no more working through possible scenarios. Just one more briefing, a few final questions.....

And then it's time to show the Black Oil just what happens when you mess with Agent Zed.]


[ooc: If you're curious about this whole Black Oil business, but haven't read any of the earlier posts, then no worries, this one should tell you everything you need to know. And if you have been reading them, this one will draw everything together. I'll be posting the rest of the OOM over the next few days.]
 
 
02 March 2007 @ 02:23 pm
 
(ooc: Millitimed (and plot-locked) from a few days ago)

There's a Man in Black growling at his own plan as he skims through several images on the holographic display he's set up on the table at his booth.

There's something missing from his strategy. Something he's overlooking. But what could it be?
 
 
01 March 2007 @ 11:43 pm
 
Zed would never and never will admit to enjoying himself in Milliways. It's a godammned nuthouse. That's his assessment, and he's not budging a femtometer away from it.

But it's also a place where people have stepped up, have volunteered to put their lives on the line to help his bureau, and maybe save his planet. That deserves respect, and Zed feels it, for the volunteers most of all, but for the rest of the bar too. But if you even think about trying to make him admit it, well.... The man packs a neuralyzer, and he's not afraid to use it.

Anyway. It's the night before the Final Briefing. The night he has to make sure everything is ready, that he's thought of every possible contingency. So he's going over everything, one last time.
 
 
26 February 2007 @ 09:45 pm
 
Zed is back in the booth, looking over the plans for MiB Headquarters, which are now covered in notations and colored arrows.

Looks like someone is closing in on final plan of assault.

He's also occasionally checking several holographic displays for reference. Some make him grunt in annoyance. Others make him smile. And one provokes a chuckle evil enough to give even the Black Oil pause.
 
 
16 February 2007 @ 10:13 pm
 
Zed is back in one of the booths, glowering at his printouts of MiB Headquarters.

Next to the printouts is a black box, which anyone who's been around K would recognize as a MiB all-purpose scanner. And next to that is a thin black cylinder, which is projecting a three-dimensional keyboard on the surface of the table and a multi-colored holographic display hovering about a half foot up in the air.

Caution: Man in Black making strategy. Future DOOM for Black Oil a likely possibility.
 
 
13 February 2007 @ 09:48 pm
 
Zed is sitting in one of the booths, and the table in front of him is covered with printouts. "Blueprints" doesn't quite seem appropriate. Better to call them "blackprints."

Zed is both studying and not studying them. Not studying them because, really, he knows the layout of MiB Headquarters by heart. But it's been a while since he had to retake the facility from an enemy force, and he's never had to do it against something as insidious as Black Oil.

So he's studying them. Planning tactics. And drinking whiskey. But mostly planning.
 
 
10 February 2007 @ 12:02 am
 
Zed would never admit it, but he's settling into a routine here at Milliways. It's been a few days since his arrival now, and he has to admit, the food and drink are excellent.

He also has to admit, he only has a half-formed notion, at best, of what to do about the Black Oil on his planet. And so, for the moment, he's cooling his heels, while enjoying another glass from Bar's excellent stock of small-batch whiskeys.
 
 
07 February 2007 @ 01:34 am
 
Among the many advantages of a Man in Black's Suit is that it never wrinkles. It may become sodden with the slimy guts of a Bug. It may get dusted by hundreds of molecules of proto-stellar matter during a sublight speed pass through the Oort Cloud. But it never wrinkles. Not even after its owner has fallen asleep in it for two nights running.

Of course, Zed knows he could have asked Bar for a room. But that would imply he was resigned to staying there for a while, and Zed is damned if he's going to acknowledge that fun-filled, madcap possibility anytime soon. A chair by the fireplace is just fine, thanks.

Well, actually, it was somewhat less than 'just fine,' but if that helped to put him in a bad mood, it hardly makes much difference. He was bound and Bound to be in a snit today anyway.

And so another Man in Black sits at the Bar, working on a glass of rye whiskey (Black Maple Hill), and pondering his next moves.
 
 
04 February 2007 @ 09:12 pm
Following the MiB/Black Oil briefing.]

He knew it would come to this. He knew it. All those reports from K, each one crazier than the one before it. A bar at the End of the Universe? More like a freaking nuthouse. And with a place like that, Agent Zed could be certain—absolutely certain--that the universe was going to find a way, sooner or later, to grab his ass and shove it straight through that Front Door, right into Milliways.

Yeah, the universe probably thinks this is funny as hell.

Because Zed knows exactly where he is. He knows about the Rules; he knows about the trilobite tank; he even knows about that damn karaoke machine. Zed knows about those things just like he knows someone is going to pay for him ending up in this asylum.

I better not be Bound. I just goddamn better NOT be Bound.

What Zed needs now, more than anything, is someone to growl at. Someone he can unfairly and irrationally blame until he gets his bearings. And lucky for him, who does he see first, but….

"STANTZ! VENKMAN!"

"Why am I NOT surprised?"


(ooc: Not plot-locked! Zed will be happy to growl at anyone, not just Ghostbusters!)