13 July 2017 @ 01:28 pm
 
It's not a bad day out and Logan is parked out by the lake.

He's got his back up against a tree, a bucket of beer on ice close to hand, and a fishing rod propped on a rock with a line in the water.

Every now and again his hand goes into the breast pocket of the plaid button down he's got on over a tank top and he pulls out sunflower seeds to pop into his mouth; contenting himself with spitting shells out towards the water's edge.

Laid back as he is, it's probably safe to approach.
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02 May 2017 @ 02:09 pm
 
When Logan saunters in in uniform he's not really expecting the bar. But, since it's here he pushes back the mask and heads for the counter, parking himself on a stool.

Bar provides a beer and he hunches over to nurse it.

To go by the grime on the costume he's post tangling with someone or something, but since the clothing is still intact and he's not covered in say blood or blackened with char things weren't all that terrible.

Which is to say he's probably approachable.

Well, as approachable as Logan gets, anyways.
 
 
19 January 2017 @ 09:47 am
 
The front door opens and Logan saunters in. He heads straight for the bar, pushing a dufflebag that's slung on his shoulder off onto the floor as he takes a seat.

He's got on jeans and a faded brown leather jacket with snow about the collar. Bar serves him without the need for him to ask and he lifts the coffee mug that appears with a nod.

"Thanks, darlin'."

It's been awhile, he's glad to see the place.
 
 
22 March 2016 @ 12:25 pm
 
The front door opens and a man saunters in from parts undisclosed.

He bellies up to the bar, but before he can get an order in a shot in a glass appears pinning down a note. Logan eyes them both; reading the note with the glass in hand.

"Yer kiddin', right?"

Another note appears, this time with a bottle.

Draining the shot glass, Logan heaves a sigh.

"Fine."

An eye patch pops up beside the bottle and he snorts.

"Yer funny."

Grabbing bottle and shot glass he rounds the counter to the other side. The notes and eye patch get brushed off the counter into the trash bin and he contemplates the specials board a moment before chalking in a few items.

Specials
Wild Turkey
Jack and Coke
Anything Canadian


That done he pours himself a shot from the bottle of bourbon Bar gave him and waits to see where this is going to go.
 
 
27 July 2015 @ 11:20 am
 
As far as exciting entrances go Logan hasn’t (surprisingly) made many. That changes now as the door bursts open and Logan comes flying in, ass over tea kettle. The door slams shut as soon as he’s through, and he makes a crash landing into an unoccupied table and its chairs.

He picks himself up out of the wreckage, clearly ready to go again, but pausing when he notes his surroundings.

The claws retract and he brushes off, muttering a string of curses to himself about assholes and being too old for this shit.

The table itself is a lost cause, but Logan rights one of the chairs and uses it to occupy another table close by, barking an order to the nearest waitrat who scrambles off to fill it.

To hell with it, he's going to have himself a beer and a bite to eat before finishing the bullshit outside of the door.




[ooc: sporadic slow tagging likely. Open until it scrolls.]
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18 August 2014 @ 08:42 am
 
Although his life often plays out contrary, Logan likes to keep things simple.

Even his appearances in Milliways, sometimes.

Breakfast: steak, eggs, hashbrowns, toast and a short stack of pancakes with a fruit smiley face on it.

Bar thinks she's funny.

Logan is still gonna eat them.

He also has coffee, which means he's about as approachable as he'll ever be.



[ooc: open for car keys and anyone else. It's Monday, so sporadic may happen but I'm here all day and this is open until it scrolls.]
 
 
22 May 2014 @ 06:13 pm
[OOM: Jess meets up with a friend to ask a favor and ends up fighting ninjas, as you do. Fortunately, she bumps into a couple more friends along the way. Millitimed to hell and back to the day after this. Many thanks to all involved.]
 
 
28 March 2014 @ 10:45 am
 
Even though there's food, booze, and the potential for action, Logan doesn't like hanging around inside the bar too much. He's spent more time about the place lately than he has in a long time, and so today he's reacquainting himself with the grounds.

Near the lake shore he's sitting in the grass, his back against a rock and his hands clasped loose behind his head.

Bar gave him a sack lunch before he headed outside, and so that sits by his hip, and instead of a cigar today he has a piece of grass dangling from the side of his cheek.

It's a rare occasion that a guy like him can kick back and relax like this, but some spring days just call for it.
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20 March 2014 @ 07:27 pm
 
Millitimed to two weeks after the work on the charcoal kilns/Earl's meeting with Javert: Old Ground, New Rules.


Valjean comes in from outside and heads straight to the men's room to wash his hands. He would bathe and change, but he is ravenous from actual work again, and the clothes he wears are still respectable enough. He allows himself only black bread and cheese, however. It is Lent, so he will not eat meat.

He retires to a table near the fire, and looks over some designs Javert (begrudgingly) gave him to look at. Life here is still unutterably difficult, but perhaps it is looking up.
 
 
21 February 2014 @ 02:44 am
 
 Valjean comes into the bar with an expression of stoic calm on his face. He walks resolutely to the bar, deposits a handful of notes onto the counter, and conveys instructions in a quiet tone.


Logan )

 

Enjolras, Grantaire, Noriko, Hannibal, Teresa of the Faint Smile, Teja, Father Harman )



The bar is told to provide a meal and drink of choice to everyone who received the second note; the instructions for Logan have already been conveyed to him via letter.

That done, he takes himself back upstairs at once. He is not yet ready to face the people he met while he was someone else.

 
 
31 January 2014 @ 08:19 pm
 
Valjean's morning ritual was a little strange today. He comes downstairs looking pretty pissed about it, actually.

He has also done something rather alarming to his hair.

Possibly more odd is the fact that for a man usually covered with at least three layers, today he wears only a wifebeater and jeans. The scars at his wrists and showing at the top of his back are...considerable, to say the least. But he does not seem perturbed. 

'Huh. I found a hotel?'

OK, that's weird. He scratches at his naked jawline - seriously, what's with that? - and goes to look for a bartender. It's not too early for a beer, and he definitely wants a smoke.



[OOC: Valjean has already completed his mental transition to Logan, aka Wolverine. Physically, he's built pretty much the same (only without the adamantium, obviously) but he has far less facial hair, is horribly scarred and his hair has grey through it. Your call if this causes extra confusion or not. <3)
 
 
12 September 2013 @ 12:47 pm
 
It's raining outside.

Logan doesn't particularly mind the rain, but he's not all that opposed to creature comforts either (no matter what he or his rep might tell you). And so, he's kicking back in one of the overstuffed chairs by the fireplace, feet up, beer in one hand, cigar in the other, watching the fish swim around in the flames.
 
 
12 March 2013 @ 05:33 pm
 
Walking into the strange saloon at the end of time and space isn't really what the man who enters had been planning on doing - but given that the door rarely asks permission before bringing folks in, he's not entirely surprised.

What does surprise him is the note that appears when he steps to the counter, informing him that he'll be hosting that evening's "Happy Hour". He glances around wordlessly, looking for the barkeep, intending to get an explanation.

Another note, this time slightly more in-depth this time as to the requirements. He frowns, but slowly moves around the end of the counter and plucks a bottle of whiskey off the top shelf. After pouring himself a drink, he grabs a piece of chalk and writes on the blackboard:

Tell me something about this place
that I don't already know
and your first shot is free.

whiskey


Bar patrons may also notice that there's a rather filthy Border Collie sitting on the floor behind the counter. Bar herself provided the bone that the dog is chewing on - it may be three times the size of a 'normal' bone, but she's (the dog, not Bar) certainly not complaining.
 
 
23 February 2013 @ 11:13 pm
 
Logan.

Stool at the end of the bar.

Bottle of Jack and a shot glass.

Cigar.

Cowboy hat.
 
 
 
22 February 2012 @ 04:48 pm
 
In the beginning, it was a nice day.


This is a word which here means 'pleasing', 'agreeable', or 'delightful', so it may come as a surprise to you, dear reader, to hear the day described as such, given the situation in Milliways these past two weeks. But then, 'nice' is such a relative term, don't you agree? And certainly it would be difficult for things to get much worse.

So it is: the unnatural winter outside seems a touch less chilling today, and the blood-red sky perhaps a shade less bloody, reflecting pinkly off the glittering frost and the shallow snowbanks. The general atmosphere inside the bar is a little less oppressive - a mood helped, no doubt, by the fact that this morning, Bar got almost every coffee order right. Even the Observation Window seems to be creaking a tad less oppressively.

Maybe, just maybe, everything's going to work out okay.

[OOC: Millitimed to Thursday.]
 
 
10 July 2011 @ 12:20 am
 
Sometimes William really hates Milliways for all its nice folks who try and help make things clearer. He likes Miss Barlow and knows she's not as law abiding as she might be, but he doesn't know how to not be angry at Ben Wade.

Its one of those things that keeps him going along with Mark's coughing and his Ma's crying and all the nice in Milliways won't change the truth. Wade didn't shoot his father and didn't mean him to die but Charlie Prince shot his Pa to please Ben Wade.

Outside he's found a place to sit leaning against the forge and he wants to do something but there's never enough he can do. The lands theirs by a fingers width and one bad season and its gone, he doesn't even have a gun for target practice, so he stares at the stars he doesn't know and tries not to cry.
 
 
[ OOM: No one can resist her nature--or her mutation--forever. And family is all. After asking Logan to serve as grandfather, Kate admits to suspecting something will happen after nine months of not phasing. And Logan promises to have her back. Whatever happens. ]

[ Note: Name: Kate Pryde | Age: 26 | Codename: Shadowcat | Knowledge of a Man Named Ogun: Entirely too much ]
 
 
09 September 2009 @ 12:36 am
 
[OOM-but-not: No one knows you better than you know yourself. Except when you are Logan and X-23.]
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14 June 2009 @ 08:03 pm
 
Logan.

At the bar with beer and a basket of hot wings.

You can ask where he's been, but he probably won't tell you.