25 May 2017 @ 12:44 pm
So. This is...pretty awesome. Far more fun than dealing with an old manuscript, which is what Jim had thought he'd be doing next time he found this place. He blinks at the decor for a second, then goes to investigate.

Ten minutes later, he has a lightsaber (red, natch) in one hand, and piece of cake in the other. He examines the games on one table, and plays around with them for a bit. But there are other things, so he heads outside and whooshes around with the lightsaber for a while spends half an hour climbing over the ships on display. But there's a flight simulator! And actual pod-racers!

The racers get the first go, because he has a feeling he won't be getting out of the simulator once he's in it. And it's a beautiful day, made even more so by zipping around the place in a Star Wars pod. Excellent fun!

[OOC: open through the weekend. Catch him anywhere around the place, playing with whatever. <3]
galen erso]

23 May 2017 @ 05:36 pm
Jim is...well. Not in as good a mood as the last time he was in. 

...see, the thing is, he doesn't want this dog. So he went home to get it, and told Sherlock it was time to give him back, and yay for a-hair-and-vomit free home, right!?

Sherlock had nodded. And looked sad.  And stroked Buster's head goodbye, AND JIM HATES THE WORLD, OKAY.

So anyway, he is here and the dog is tied to the table leg, and not even a strawberry daiquiri is making any of it better.


21 May 2017 @ 09:47 am
It's in a predictably bad mood that Wilford comes into the bar today. He shows no sign of having been blown up by a maniac outside, aside from the fact that he may be plotting said maniac's death. But he doesn't want to find Jim right now. That might end with one of them burning the entire place to the ground, and even Wilford can understand that such an outcome would be undesirable.

So instead, he sits down in front of the fire, propping his feet up on the coffee table, and quietly thinks about all the ways in which he can make Jim wish he hadn't done what he did.
18 May 2017 @ 04:56 pm
Jim wanders into the bar from out back, humming under his breath, leading Buster Bonehead, and looking very amused. 

Really, it shouldn't be allowed for anyone to look that pleased with themselves.

Upset (but unharmed) dog under cut )

Jim rolls his eyes, and orders a Caesar salad for dinner. He'd prefer to go home, but that might involve cooking. Gross.

18 May 2017 @ 08:53 am
It’s a quiet day, like any other day. Outside, there’s a dog barking in the distance. Birds are chirping in the trees.

And then there’s an explosion from somewhere in the forest, so big and so loud, you might be able to hear it from inside.

And then, all is quiet again.

[warning: death by dog plot. No dogs have been harmed in the link. Reactions only.]
16 May 2017 @ 08:50 pm
At some point before he goes home for the day, Jim leaves a note at the bar.

X-23 )

There is a drawing of a cartoon Dalek at the bottom, and a boy attacking it with a wooden spoon. Also, a dog carrying a leg in its mouth, for no apparent reason. 

16 May 2017 @ 02:02 am


aka: awww, Jim takes Loki home to meet the family. Or...avoid the family, and steal some really rather valuable shit. That too.

[OOC: warnings for theft, non-graphic violence, and off-screen death, I guess? Also, fleeting homophobia.]

15 May 2017 @ 02:08 pm
Tess is dressed down today, yoga pants, a tea shirt and cardigan, with her feet curled up under her as she sips a cup of tea on a sofa. She has brought work with her to do, but it lays beside her on the couch, untouched since she sat down.

It's been a Day.
13 May 2017 @ 09:04 am
Wilford has had a few days to calm down and think about the current situation at hand.

No, that's not right at all. Wilford has had a few days to get riled up into a hair-trigger rage. His dog is still missing, and the responsible party has yet to nut up enough to admit guilt. Though, he has had some time to think, and may have changed his mind about some details. Not that Teja's smug ass will be getting any sort of apology, since he shouldn't have threatened to steal the dog in the first place.

dog plot )

It's with all this circling around in his head that Wilford is over by the fire, pretending to be going through notes, but in reality, being too angry to even focus on his own writing.

[ooc: there is no violence or dogs under the cut. There is violence in the thread with Jim.]
12 May 2017 @ 12:07 pm
Jim is curious as to why there seems to be doors available into Milliways at the moment, when they disappeared for ages before. But not too much so because ugh, there are too many people in his house and here's as good a place as any to avoid them. Milliways may have its own set of annoyances, but at least he doesn't have to pretend to be nice.

He's a bit surprised to find his older self has left a few drones and the 'poon he got from YT, so he can play the 'catch me before I blow up' game. It feels like another attempt to keep him occupied, or maybe a peace offering from himself. The note doesn't say anything about that, it just states under no circumstances put cameras in these things, which is a drag, but whatever. It also adds, ask Bar for your bow and arrow if you get bored. Teach yourself archery.

Jim asks for it immediately, and takes himself into the corner with a burger, Coke and his various toys. He'll be out on the range later, learning for himself how difficult it is to master a weapon almost as tall as he is. 

[OOC: catchable inside or out, blowing up drones or being an inept amateur at archery. Open all weekend.]
11 May 2017 @ 10:11 pm
There's a stir at the edge of the forest. First rustling leaves, then footsteps scattering the underbrush, then barking, loud and excited and uncontainable. The dogs jump out from the trees, dashing back and forth and circling the man who has just emerged from the forest with them.

Graham crouches down in the grass, arms open. He murmurs to them, mostly "Hey, hey...," over and over, as the dogs keep barking, jumping and tussling a little with each other for room. They're maybe a little impatient that there's seven of them, and Graham only has two hands.

[ooc: Feel free to lend a hand! Open until it scrolls.]
06 May 2017 @ 11:12 pm
Jim is on one of his entirely necessary, what are you even talking about, visits to stop him fading out while he's away from the bar. He literally only plans to walk in, count to ten, and walk out again because he has shit to organise in his new world. He's a bit surprised to find that it's the middle of the night when he comes in, but whatever. At least it's quiet, and he won't see anyone.

He's at six when movement catches his attention. Wilford's dog stretches in his bed, making a wide yawning sound. And Jim smiles.

Dog-stealing under cut )

[Cut-warning: Dog stuff
OOC: Not for tagging, thanks! No violence under cut.]

02 May 2017 @ 07:28 pm
Jim would rather not be here, it's fair to say. After introducing Sherlock to his new place of work, and securing somewhere modest to live, he'd prefer to be out there thinking up fun ways to terrorise the citizens of Los Santos, and making interior design choices. But seeing as his younger self showed up while he was away and certain things went badly, he figured it was better to come back and make sure the kid couldn't get back in and vent his frustration. Also, three days were up, and there's a certain fiction to maintain.

This is why he can be found at a table by the Observation Window, leafing through magazines that all claim to be able to provide him with the ideal home. He very much doubts it - none of the pictures involve rooms full of computers, a chemist's lab, or any surveillance equipment at all - but some of the paint combinations are nice. It keeps him from trying to find someone who can time-travel him back a few years, so he can throttle himself, at least. 

[OOC: first link is NSFW at the start and end, but fine in the middle. Second is completely SFW, unless teenage tantrums are against your work's regulations.]
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 @ 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.))
20 April 2017 @ 06:02 pm
Sherlock comes through the door, so engrossed in his book that he doesn't even notice he's no longer in Baker Street.

That's he's barefoot and in his dressing gown and pajamas and no longer in Baker Street.

He just finds the likeliest armchair and curls himself into it. Somehow a six-foot-tall man compacts himself down into its space quite comfortably.
20 April 2017 @ 09:51 am
Unlike the previous person to step through the door today, Mycroft does so with very little fanfare. He gives very little away when he realises that something is seriously wrong right now, but those who know him might see the quick cycle of emotions: confusion, anger, doubt — all at once, and very quick.

Either he has been drugged, or...

Or what? Places don't just become random other places at a whim.

Mycroft Holmes is not amused.
18 April 2017 @ 04:13 pm
Some people, if they were in the bar when Jim Moriarty was last around, might have noticed a few events. Such as Jim getting his baseball bat smashed by a magic hammer, and Jim himself getting carted off to the cells.

(Thor is many things, but subtle is rarely one of them.)

Some time later, Thor emerges from the Security office, with a look of suppressed exasperated annoyance that makes him look rather like a very shiny and warrior-like teacher of thirteen-year-olds.

He leaves two notes with Bar. The first is a note from Jim to Sherlock, written in pink crayon: Locked up again, darling. Two nights. You don't have to visit, but can if you like. xxx

The second is one to X: My friend, I trust that you and yours are well. I wished to inform you that I have arrested Jim Moriarty for violence attempted upon an innocent creature in the bar. My sentence was two days in the cells, but if you wish to alter it to something you find more creatively fitting, I make no objection. I did not increase his sentence for being annoying, but I was sorely tempted. By my hand, Thor Odinson.

[OOC: First link goes to an EP that contains animal abuse; second link just goes to a visiting post for Moriarty in the cells. He'll be there for two days, and it's open to visitors! Edit: probably going to be at least some references to animal abuse in the Wilford thread in the comments to this post, too.]
15 April 2017 @ 04:26 pm
Jim had a lovely day yesterday, and is in a great mood. So great he's in danger of getting annoyingly manic, which is why he's brought himself downstairs. Better to annoy random others than Sherlock. Unfortunately, that also means that he's at a loss for things to entertain him - he tries a walk, but is bored within ten minutes. The music in his headphones isn't enough, making Bar flick through a few hundred TV channels gets old very soon, and he only manages twenty minutes on the piano before shutting the lid and tapping his fingers over it restlessly.

And then he spots the dog. And smiles.

Ten minutes later he can be found crouched on a sofa by the fire, with Buster's Bonehead's baseball bat in one hand, and a dog biscuit in the other. This thing is going to learn to sit, one way or the other. Every time he manages it on command (mostly by accident), he gets half a biscuit. Every time he doesn't...well, even a half-chewed bat does the job it was intended for. 

[OOC: catch him anywhere in his wandering around the bar, or with the dog. Open until next week! Link warnings for tattooing, jealousy that does not come from Jim, disgusting amounts of devotion and happiness, and inevitable NSFW behaviour.]

03 April 2017 @ 10:54 am
Wilford comes into the bar with a small tape player, a stack of tapes, and a laptop that manages to both be small and clunky all at the same time. This isn't supposed to be his job, but the only other person in the building who was stupid enough to admit to knowing how to do it just walked out. So now on top of everything else, it is Wilford's job. With nothing but a pack of stale vending machine chips to keep him company, Wilford sets up at a table to transcribe a bunch of poorly-recorded phone interviews.

He can't wait until stuff all starts going digital.