13 August 2017 @ 07:18 pm
When Mycroft steps into the bar today, he's absolutely exhausted. He finds himself a quiet table, and before he even drops the stack of papers down onto its surface, flags down a waitrat. Breakfast, coffee, and a cigarette are all needed before he goes any further.

He's not looking forward to what's coming up next, but it has to be done. And of course, it has to be his job to do it.

(ooc: Glam rock AU. Expect slowness from me; I'm feeling rather unwell and may randomly decide it's time for bed.)
11 August 2017 @ 06:56 pm
[Fabulous, glamorous, and covered in glitter.]

The door to the bar opens to the sound reporters jabbering and photo shutters clicking, and in sweeps Sherlock Holmes.

He's made up, dressed up, and wearing platform heels that make his already six-foot figure even taller.

(He looks amazing. He knows it.)

Press conferences are exhausting. Thank goodness he can get away for a bit in an intergalactic bar.
09 June 2017 @ 08:52 pm

Jim does not look his usual debonair self when he walks into the bar today, because he was not looking to come into the bar today. He's been awake for three days. He has not eaten. He has a raging headache. And he is fucking furious.

Bar does not seem to care about any of this, and won't open the door when he turns around, and tries to leave straight away. So he goes and yells at her for a bit, but all she does is present him with a large sandwich, and a pint glass full of water.

'I will burn you to ash, you-'

Oh, whatever. He collapses onto a stool, and stares at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Jesus Christ. Why is everything so....everything.

[OOC: No warnings in the link. Open all weekend!]

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.

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.
16 July 2011 @ 07:31 am
Mycroft Holmes is a simple man with simple needs.

Today, he needs to make someone disappear from the face of the planet forever. We won't go into just why.

He's currently mulling over the best way to make this particular idiot vanish over a glass of Scotch that he knows he's not supposed to have. Knowing that he's not supposed to have it makes it all the better.
20 May 2011 @ 09:49 pm
Here's one guy who won't be going anywhere tomorrow. Not anywhere he doesn't plan to, anyway.

Oh, except for this place.

He stops at the Door, rolling his eyes in a way that suggests he really isn't feeling very rapturous at all. Then stomps over to the Bar and growls for a bourbon.

It's not helping.
19 May 2011 @ 03:29 pm
He's starting to think he works more here than at home. Still, he doesn't attempt to argue this time; he's well aware of the size of his tab. But he's hardly going to submit without stipulations. He's not stupid.

'Gonna make it worth my while, then?'

A napkin appears, with a message that turns his expression from resigned to shocked.

'No need for that! Soddin' women.' Hmpfh. 'Go on then, go away an' stop botherin' me.'

There's a pause, and then a box appears. It's Subbuteo, and his face brightens immediately. 'Nice one, luv.'


Ale (from Central Manchester)

Beat me in a penalty shoot out, have one on me.

He's been playing this game his whole life. He fancies his chances.

'Come an' get it then.'

Bar's open.

[OOC: Celebrating having handed all my coursework in! It's playtime, folks - this is open for new tags for the next 9.5 hours (1am GMT). Brief slowtime in a couple of hours for child-collecting; other than that, have at! :D]
30 April 2011 @ 09:55 pm
British Government.

At a corner table.

Tea for two.

Care to join him?
30 April 2011 @ 09:32 pm
Dr. John Watson sits at the bar with a lager he has sipped quite a bit and a book he hasn't opened yet.

He's too busy enjoying the relative peace of the bar.

[tiny tag: John Watson (BBC)]
06 February 2011 @ 03:02 pm
This time he's ready for it.  This time he's prepared for that odd little shift in light or gravity or what have you that makes this place manifest in the stead of his study.  Or his kitchen.  Or the ruddy anatomy laboratory.  This time, it will not get the better of him.

Which is, of course, why his head is down over his mobile when he loses signal.  He stops in the middle of the floor for a moment, watching the acquiring signal icon flash, his thumbs hovering over the keypad.

A rat tugs on his pant leg, and chitters a brief message.


Right.  A book it is, and a cup of tea.  Enforced relaxation, Mycroft would call it.  Therapeutic.

He sneers at the very thought.

[ooc: subject to sporadic slows, open till he EPs again ]
02 February 2011 @ 07:36 pm
[Partly OOM: It is never reassuring to awaken in a strange bed.]

He limps down the stairs in a suit that fits but isn't his, leaning on the banister and assessing the situation.

Partway down he realizes that someone has shaved off his mustache and when he finds that he's in an unknown tavern, Watson is angry and yells,

"Holmes! What have you done?!"

He is aware that he seems to have a slight fever but that matters far less than where he is and how he goes here.

Tiny tag with an identity problem: Moist von Lipwig aka Watson, IMDB flu
02 February 2011 @ 05:35 pm

“Christ Ahmighty…”


It’s been a long day for Voodoo. Escorting VIPs around in humid, sweltering summertime Houston for eight hours straight in a polo shirt and jeans is not his idea of a good time. Tomorrow is Friday. Friday means a ten-mile pack run and a two-mile swim, but for now, he’s just happy to kill time in the platoon hut.


Which is why he is decidedly unhappy when he opens the door and finds…well…something else.


Out of every obscene phrase Voodoo has learned in his many years of service, only one seems adequate in this situation.


“What the fuck?


In short: there is a plainclothed SEAL (i.e., not so much this as this) with a M4A1 and a leg holster standing in the door to Milliways.


Give him a warm welcome, won’t you?

28 January 2011 @ 12:57 pm
The British Government is back in the bar today, and he doesn't seem at all bothered by the recent mayhem he may or may not have inadvertently caused.

No, he's far more interested in the instruction manual he received from the Bar on his first visit. Reading the manual seems far more efficient than trying to figure out all of the intricacies of this place through trial and error.

He's quite certain that accidentally coming across a giant squid outside would have been quite terrifying indeed, so he's quite glad for the thoughtful warning included in the book.
28 January 2011 @ 09:40 am
[[OOM: Previously, on the all Boo channel]]

A small child with bouncy pigtails runs through the door into the bar. She has with her what appears to be a balloon, but upon closer inspection it can be seen that Behind her is a small yellow guy with overalls, black boots and black gloves, and a pair of goggles covering his one large eye. Attached to his overalls is a string made of Red Vines to ensure that he doesn't float away.

Boo stops almost as soon as she gets through the door, squeals and claps her hands. "STUART!" She glances up at her friend, who looks as surprised as she is happy. "LOOK! It's the bar!"

She runs from place to place, Stuart bobbing along after her, telling him what she things are the important things to know. ("Here I met Lellow Kake. An here I made pretty hearts 'n here is where the Birdie always sits and..")

Once Boo's tour brings them to The Bar, she scrambles up onto a bar stool and pats the wood fondly. "Dis is Lady Bar. She is nice. And-" she lowers her voice to a whisper "she knows everything."

Just then a Hello Kitty Bill plate of waffles (WITH CREME) appears with a glass of chocolate milk. "See!! I told you she knows everything!"

Stuart babbles something incoherent and a plate of food appears for him as well. His eyes widen and then he grins and begins trying to swim through the air towards his plate.

"Oh, um." Boo looks thoughtfully at Stuart, who is too far above to reach his food. A balloon filled with sand appears on top of Bar. "Thanks!" Boo ties Stuart's Red Vine string to the balloon and places it on the floor so that Stuart is hovering just a few inches above the top of the bar top.

Stuart takes a bite and babbles excitedly to Boo.

"I know! Isn't it good?!"
13 January 2011 @ 01:30 pm
The British Government is in the bar today.

Okay, not the entire British government, but he might as well be. The tall-ish man who walks into the bar holds himself with almost perfectly straight posture, and seems to do so quite comfortably. He's reading over a file of some sort, which he starts to absently hand off to someone who is no longer standing right beside him.

"Dear, could you--"

When he notices that a) his assistant is gone, and b) he's no longer in the secure building he'd just been five seconds ago, he slides the file into his jacket and looks around calmly, barely betraying a hint of emotion.

"How... interesting."

[ooc: Subject to slows, as I've sort of hijacked my mum's laptop while she's at work. But I'm bored, and wanted to bring this guy in. Also, please help the mun out and see this post before tagging. Open to all.

And will be back later tonight!]

Fake Tag: Mycroft Holmes