05 July 2006 @ 11:16 pm
You've seen the proposal, you watched the trailer, now prepare to be thrilled by the hottest action all summer. Hold onto your popcorn, folks, it's going to be a wild ride.

The scene opens on a bar, obviously a tavern, pub, or drinking establishment, so archetypal it couldn't be anything else. . . Yet this bar is strange, and it's patrons even stranger. . .

The scene is established. Now, we focus on a small group, three girls, all dressed in businesslike black, armed and, of course, dangerous. The smallest of the three gives the other two a nod, and leads the way to a simple wooden door. She takes a breath. They all nod firmly. She opens the door.

Act One. In which there is rain, sneakiness, fighting, and motorcycles.


Act Two, Scene One. In which there is sushi and snark.

Act Two, Scene Two. In which there are antics at high altitude.

Act Two, Scene Three. In which the girls have difficulty with goggles, and Yakuza have difficulty with them.

Act Two, Scene Four. In which there is indeed fire in the hole, and certain items are nowhere to be found.


Act Three, Scene One. In which there are more explosions, and some serious ass is kicked.

Act Three, Scene Two. In which someone dies.


This plot has been rated R, and is available on general release. It is also linear - the last tag of each thread will link to the next.

Please be on the look out for the next exciting Milliways Production - coming soon to a game near you.
 
 
28 June 2006 @ 08:35 am
 
Hank is at the table near the Infirmary, sitting there, reading a book about modern theories of philosophy. He has been having a long week, but today is, so far, going smoothly. He smiles as he reads and glances around occasionally, watching people around the Bar.
 
 
28 June 2006 @ 02:15 am
OOM  
OOM >> Miho falls asleep next to Goldy, nightmarish woe ensues, and a pivotal point is reached.

Rated F for Foreshadowing, O for Ow and T for To Be Continued.
 
 
19 June 2006 @ 11:28 am
 
Alanna has commandeered a booth. It's littered with books, her sword and the remnants of breakfast.

The books have her utterly captivated. Adam sits beside her, poking her side when she starts talking to herself about Atlantis.

It's possible he's giving her funny looks.

[OOC: please ping eccofiore before tagging, per usual. :D]
 
 
21 May 2006 @ 12:54 pm

((OOM. Having negotiated her way out of Liam's pre-dawn tutelage, Goldy attends her first training session with Alanna and Miho. Somewhat predictably, it is less Shang and more... shenanigans. Rated G for Girly fun!))
 
 
26 April 2006 @ 12:01 pm
 
Valentine is drunk. Not roaringly so, but enough to be maudlin. He's staring rather sadly into the fire, glass of cognac cupped in one hand.

Miho is for once at a table, large sheet of paper spread out in front of her. She's sketching on it, but spends as much time staring into the distance as she does drawing.

Jadis is in her usual oversized armchair, glass of white wine at her elbow, reading a book. She's frowning, and every now and then makes a note in the margin.

Sheila is hidden away at the back of a booth, with a large and syrupy breakfast. There might be waffles.

Modesty, icon to the contrary, is nowhere to be seen.
 
 
11 April 2006 @ 10:40 pm
Miho is perched on a barstool, cigarette dangling idly from her fingers, watching the room.

Valentine is in his usual booth with his usual decanter of wine and glass for a friend.

Jadis is at a table by the fire, eating salad. Yes, salad. She happens to like salad.
 
 
19 March 2006 @ 09:07 pm
From Milliways, one would see only that Miho suddenly notices the door, stares at it briefly with pursed lips, and then walks through it with a backward glance. Moments later, she returns. Her face is harder, now, lines there which weren’t before. She’s dressed differently as well, in a traditional kimono and obi, delicate slippers barely on her feet. Her hair, which seems a little longer, is pinned up, and although her face is bare she has obviously been wearing heavy make-up recently – the fine lines of her lips are stained red, and there is white paint caught in her perfect willow-leaf eyebrows.

Her eyes are closed – she opens them. She stares around the room, much less briefly, before the dead look on her face dissolves into huge pooled eyes and a quivering lower lip. She walks slowly to the Bar.

“Bourbon, please, Bar.” A heavy glass tumbler appears, two fingers of liquor in the bottom.

“And the bottle, please. I think I need it.” There is a pause. “Please, Bar. I’m a grown woman, I’m not going to do anything stupid.” Another pause. Then, with a wooden creaking that sounds remarkably like a sigh, the bottle, squat and slightly dusty, appears next to the glass. Miho hefts it. “Thank you, sweetie.”

She repairs to a booth, where she can curl up as far back in the shadows as possible. She doesn’t want to hide in her room – assuming that she still has a room, that she hasn’t been away a long time. It doesn’t feel like she has – everything looks the same, the air smells the same, but then this is Milliways. In some ways, it never changes.

Be that as it may, she would still rather be in the main bar. Around people she can trust, in a place she feels safe. It’s been a long time. She drains the tumbler, and fills it up again. And proceeds, quite methodically, to get steaming drunk.

***

From Miho’s point of view, the event had been rather different.