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.
 
 
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?
 
 
12 July 2017 @ 12:04 pm
 
After spending so much time with so many people during the county fair, Emcee needed time by himself to decompress.

Attention is like a drug to him. He'd missed that particular high, night after night, performing for a captive audience. But now that he no longer has a nightly audience, these days the highs are far less frequent, and the crashes are much lower. These days, the liquor and sex can only do so much.

(He misses other highs, too. But he's managing without them. Just about.)

It's a quiet early evening when Emcee settles into a deck chair on the back porch. With a glass of red wine and a basket of fried paradoxes on the table next to him, he lights up a cigarette and draws his knees up to his chest.

He's listening to classic Elton John through a pair of earbuds to drown out the silence.
 
 
04 July 2017 @ 06:23 pm
 
As she has more times now than Steve Rogers feels is exactly correct (but he figures she's making up for all those lost birthdays when he was in the ice), Bar greets Steve with a cupcake frosted in a swirl of red, white, and blue, and decorated with a sparkler.

"I know, I'm an old man," Steve says, and uses the sparkler to write HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY in the air.

There is also a napkin, with a familiar question. His answer is, "Of course I will," and he goes behind the bar.

INDEPENDENCE DAY SPECIALS
Blueberry Lavender Lemonade
Watermelon Breeze
Air Force Ones

Non-alcoholic
Strawberry Lemonade
Fourth of July Sangria





[ooc: open until midnight MST Calling it earlier than planned. Slowtime in effect, and thanks for tagging.]
 
 
02 July 2017 @ 09:32 pm
Outside on the grass, from the Scout Hut towards the beach, there is bunting and fairy lights and a large banner.

MILLIWAYS THIRD COUNTY FAIR

The fair is here for the whole week, and there's something for everyone, so come along and join us!



[ooc: OPEN TO ALL!
Threadhopping encouraged!

For further details, this post, and this post.

Horticultural show entries are now CLOSED.
Sports threads are now CLOSED.
Stalls/other are OPEN]
 
 
30 June 2017 @ 05:56 pm
OOM  
[ OOM: An amnesiac vampire briefly returns, and Emcee tries not to get attached, but fails miserably.

"I don't feel bad about it."
"I don't believe you."


He misses the old Eric. The one who wanted him and used him and didn't feel bad about it. ]

Warnings: vampirism & sex in the first half; tears & regrets & awkwardness in the second half.
 
 
27 June 2017 @ 05:59 pm
 
Sinric comes down to the bar, laughing happily at the sight of all the colourful building blocks. He accepts his screen and smiles. "How wonderful! Thank you."

After a long moment of consideration he makes his selection.

There's a beautiful blonde woman with stunning cheekbones standing by the fire, singing softly and testing his her vocal range.
 
 
24 June 2017 @ 09:40 pm
{So Pam stopped by and frightened Eric and once she left, Sookie had to coax him down the stairs to his cubby.

There, he fell asleep and slept like the dead. And then he woke and climbed through the door at the top of the small ladder
}

The door opens and Eric hoists himself up and onto the floor,
He is dressed in washed out shorts (they're meant to be long, but they stop a little higher than they're supposed to. Awkwardly) and a just as worn t-shirt.
His hair is a bird's nest and he is blinking sleepily and a little dazedly at the scene in front of him.

Why is he back here?
 
 
22 June 2017 @ 10:34 pm
 
Oswin has a plate of cookies. They're actually not bad cookies - chocolate walnut, if we're being precise. And not even burnt.

Much.

Anyway.

She has a plate of cookies (she may have accidentally doubled the recipe, but at least it seems that she got the ratios right across the board), and a lemonade, and...

Well.

She'll enjoy the summery weather from the booth near the window to the back.

That's... close enough. For now.
 
 
20 June 2017 @ 01:51 am
 
When hunger and a need to be social finally drives Emcee out of hiding, and when he's fairly sure that he won't randomly burst into tears at the drop of a hat, he comes downstairs to get a meal and a drink at the bar.

A note on a napkin pops up next to his plate of Swedish meatballs and mashed potatoes.

And he presses his fingers to his lips, suddenly looking as if he's going to cry.


[tiny tag: Cassian Andor]
 
 
19 June 2017 @ 09:35 pm
 
Bonnie is sat in a central booth, with a big box labelled:

'RAFFLE TICKETS 1 US DOLLAR OR EQUIVALENT

Prizes include:
'Vampire Tales and Other Eerie Matters'
A block of sapir tea
A plate of no-bake cookies
Cuddly Toy Demonic Bunny
Huckleberry Pie
1950s USA leather jacket
'

Come buy some raffle tickets!

[ooc: See back room posts.]
 
 
17 June 2017 @ 11:07 pm
 
"I'll give you twenty-four hours to deliver that witch to me," Pam growls with unblinking, terrifying calmness, her fangs bared. "And if you don't, I will personally eat, fuck, and kill all three of you."

With this ultimatum, Tara, Lafayette, and Jesús hastily disappear up the dungeon stairs, slamming the door behind them.

And Pam is left alone for a moment to collect herself as best she can before she heads up, too, her stiletto boot heels clicking coldly on the damp concrete. Except that when she opens the door, which should have opened onto to the hall leading to the main room of Fangtasia, she steps into Milliways.

"Oh, goddammit."

Her fangs gleam as pointily as the decorative spikes on the shoulders of her black denim jacket.

She's really not in the mood.


[tiny tag: Baze Malbus]
 
 
15 June 2017 @ 09:34 pm
 
His door is back.

At first he doesn't notice and when he does he almost - almost - hurries through it.

Then he remembers what he was told. He will have to look the way he did when he entered.

So Eric gets dirty jeans and a small bucket of mud from Bar and heads for the men's room. Some time later, he returns, in dirty jeans and bare feet, with tousled hair and mud everywhere.

And then he goes home.


{ooc: Eric returns to canon. Feel free to catch him ere he goes}
 
 
08 June 2017 @ 02:07 pm
 
Alana is much more at peace with herself when she steps through the back door of the bar today. She's not unkempt, but she's not as coiffed; Will's place didn't have a blow dryer.

She lingers in the bar for a while, sipping a latte she orders at the counter, and then heads upstairs for a proper shower with conditioner.
 
 
05 June 2017 @ 11:57 am
 
Andrew kindly introduced Bodhi to the idea of cooking shows.

Thanks to the bar, Bodhi is currently curled up in front of the bar TV, a datapad open on the arm of the couch for notes and a little kitten attacking a fluffy toy in his lap.

Company is welcome, especially if they bring food. Watching is making him hungry.



[Tiny tag: Bodhi Rook]
 
 
02 June 2017 @ 03:10 pm
Emcee dusts off the karaoke machine. Poor little machine, so neglected. Well. That's going to change.

As the video screens flicker on, Emcee steps up to the microphone stand. He's wearing a leather kilt, chunky motorcycle-style boots adorned with buckles and straps, and a black, pinstriped vest with no shirt. Also, a rainbow-colored feather boa. As usual, his makeup is flawless.

An acoustic guitar intro strums through the speakers.

"I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola
C-O-L-A Cola..."


Emcee adopts an Iggy Pop-esque stance, gripping the microphone in both hands and singing intimately into it. He knows the words already and doesn't have to watch the screens.

"She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
L-O-L-A Lola
La-la-la-la Lola..."


This is Emcee's first attempt at rocking out. And he will do so, fabulously, as if he were always meant to.

Read more... )

Anyone who wants to can dance or sing along. In fact, Emcee encourages it!

And when the song ends, he takes a bow with a rainbow-colored flourish. He still is what he is.

[tiny tag: Cassian Andor]
 
 
Current Music: Lola - The Kinks
 
 
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."
 
 
31 May 2017 @ 04:03 pm
 
Clay is sitting at the bar drinking water and eating a large burger with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and onions. The sauce dripping down, being caught by his plate, next to the fries.

This is a strange place but Clay is getting used to it finally. So many strange beings, so many strange smells.

He is eating and people watching.
 
 
31 May 2017 @ 10:02 am
 
Barry strolls in with his head bent studying a file folder in his hands. His expectation is to find his lab, when he looks up and sees Milliways instead he grins and promptly shuts the folder, tucking it under his arm and heading for the counter.

Fiber analysis for Captain Singh on the Olaf case can totally wait, right? Right.

Apparently it can, because when Barry slides onto a stool Bar presents him with a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, a tall glass of milk and a comic book.

Barry looks at the cover of the book and grins. Perching his Converse on a rung on the stool and grabbing a cookie, Barry opens up the comic to read it; file folder completely forgotten on the counter beside the plate.
 
 
25 May 2017 @ 08:10 pm
 
Jay comes down to the bar and is suddenly dressed in his favourite scoundrel's outfit. He bounces to the bar, where he's presented with a napkin and a cart full of part.

Jay grins and vanishes down to the garage with the cart. He returns an hour later with a cart full of plastic blasters with hoppers on top, safety googles and a bunch of gloves.

He tacks a sign to the noticeboard.

Blaster paintball with 'Force push' glove shields.
Milliscouts welcome. We'll come up with a badge for it later.


Jay sets up an arena out near the beach with a bunch of obstacles and targets.

Come down and play!