12 September 2017 @ 05:25 pm
Noriko comes down to the bar today in comfortable clothes, twirling the black lace plugs in her ears, and a very large armful of bulky white yarn: it must amount to several dozen yards when stretched out. Luckily for her it's all in huge wrapped skeins that's somewhat easier to carry, and doesn't take up nearly as much room in the chair with her.

She has about three-quarters of her shape done, which currently looks like a slightly misshapen bag of white stiff knit. When she's done, she'll have a very big--think person-sized--white fox ready to be stuffed. That part may be somewhat more messy to deal with, but she'll manage with several trips to the bar for more stuffing. This should be good, once she has it finished and can sew on the eyes and nose.

completely botherable.
14 August 2017 @ 09:53 pm
The shaking of the ground that happens under an eighteen-ton animal landing is formidable: it's noticeable even to those of us used to it, and the animals that cause it. Noriko, case in point, is very used to feeling incredibly tiny in comparison to her dragon, who is more than capable of carrying her in one taloned hand. Which is what he's doing, until he sets her down quite gently. He lowers his huge draconic head and Noriko leans herself fully against it, stroking the scaly, bone-spurred hide. Noriko might be overlooked against the massive riot of color that is the dragon: he's variegated blue in color, shading to orange along the length of his impressive wings, barred with black and white at the edges.

"Aki, look, this is where I was telling you about. It looks like Laggan, doesn't it? Short of the beach. Not sure how that got there."

Akihiko seems far more interested in protecting the human leaning against him than in exploring the outdoors--or contemplating letting her into the building he's certainly not fitting into--but Noriko will drag him around to it eventually, making him at least look around the place. Already she's considering wading into the lake once she gets out of her boots and stockings.

Feel free to stare! They do make quite a picture.
11 August 2017 @ 05:44 pm
Noriko comes through the door looking...essentially not at all like her usual self. In place of the usual modern and rather baring clothes, she's in polished boots and a fitted waistcoat, pulling at a black knotted neckcloth. Her hair is neatly queued back with a securely tied black ribbon, and from the securely-stitched leather harness (that thankfully somewhat obscures the fact that she's wearing breeches) hangs a short sword.

It isn't the typical British boarding sabre, because the person wearing it isn't a typical British officer, despite the captain's bars on her bottle-green coat. A coat which she is hurriedly shedding, because she really quite hates wearing it, leaving her in shades of cream and white in her shirtsleeves. However, upon not finding the valet that should be by the door, she stops and looks up: then over, at what ought to have been an open door and the lieutenant she'd last seen on the other side of it, seeing neither.

"Ah. Well," she says to herself, and re-folds the letters, carefully hanging her jacket on a nearby coat tree.

If only she had the faintest idea where she was, collecting herself might be a somewhat faster process.

[ooc: AU week Noriko is a go! She's coming from the Temeraire series of books by Naomi Novik, and is a captain in the British Aerial Corps under somewhat...peculiar circumstances.]
20 July 2017 @ 05:00 pm
Noriko is sitting in the bar today working on something.

She has a flat of blown-glass balls, hollow and with a hole in each, and is busy arranging tiny ferns and succulents in each one, layered above a spread of miniscule pebbles. There's a whole palette of colors in them; deep greens, glossy wet blacks and grays, oranges, lavenders, seafoams. Someone needed to take a little while to do some calming redecoration for her room. Considering she lives here more than she lives at home...it might as well be nice.

She'll keep an eye out for people she knows.
19 July 2017 @ 05:37 pm
The one piece of clothing that Cassian has with him that doesn't fit with the character of Willix is his beat up flight vest, because it packs well and its warm, his identification is hidden away. Since the heating in his apartment doesn't work as it should, he opens the door with his vest on tight and sighs, he was hoping for the utility room but Milliways will work. He goes up to the counter, rubbing the back of his neck and gets a napkin.

"Fine, yes, but can I have some caf with whiskey in it first?" Cassian asks in Festian, when it appears, he goes behind the counter to try and think of specials as he warms his hands. At least here he doesn't have to lie as much and there isn't surveillance everywhere. The cocktail book is incredibly distracting and he soon has more options than he expected including ones from his galaxy that he's never heard of.

Vista Way Margarita
Double-Dip Outer Rim Rumdrop

Once the specials are up, he stands behind the counter and looks to see who's around in Milliways.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Up early as I found the SW's canon mixed drinks. Open until it scrolls or another happy hour goes up, whichever comes first.
16 July 2017 @ 02:01 pm
Out by the shooting range, things have been changed, just a little, just for a little while. There are a series of heavily armored targets hovering down a long stretch of open ground, drifting slightly as they bob on their repulsors. There's a faint hum from each, barely audible against the sound of the breeze through the trees and the water in the lake.

At the firing line is Chirrut, standing tall and still, his ornate lightbow charged and ready in his hands.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

There's a sharp snap of sound and the smell of ozone, and the nearest of the targets spirals out of position as it is struck by a bolt of plasma.

(OOC: Have a blind man with heavy ordinance, nothing could go wrong here. Baze may wander into any and all threads. :D)

(OOC: Warning in the Galen thread for deeply inappropriate romance novels)
09 July 2017 @ 10:52 pm
Not far from the forge, Teja the Ostrogoth and Galen Erso are putting the finishing touches on a -- thing.

It consists of copper pipes and flowerpots and rubber tubes and little windmills and solar panels and clanking gears and slightly glowy tiny crystals arranged in swirly patterns. It looks like a steampunk version of a Rube Goldberg device or Tinguely artwork, with aesthetics via the Star Wars universe, which is probably what it is.

You're quite welcome to take a look, or enquire, or just be baffled by the apparently purpose-free art of it all while the Gothic smith and the ex-Imperial engineer are bringing their cunning artifice up to their exacting standards.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want or get both. tinytag: galen erso]]
08 July 2017 @ 07:46 pm
Noriko comes into the bar far less dressed-up than she did the last time; she's in something more normal for her in jeans and a one-shoulder top, looking into a ring box as she takes a seat at the bar, getting a cup of tea.

She had the smaller part of the ring Remy gave her remade with tungsten carbide and re-set with the same blue diamond. She's currently looking at it with a half-smile, seeing how it slides over her gauntleted finger into the channel of silicone she put in it. It's kinda cool, now that she's letting it sink in that she's engaged.

Holy crap.
30 June 2017 @ 03:01 pm
Noriko comes through the door (happily now no longer a colorful bird, though it was fun for three days) and upon looking around breathes a small sigh of relief; she's been at a very fancy party if her clothing is anything to go by, it being a white dress that sweeps over one shoulder and leaves most of her left side entirely bare. Her hair is done up in a knot at the back of her head, showing off the undercut flower at her nape and all in all leaving her looking as much unlike the usual Noriko that shows up in Milliways as possible. And now she's somewhere comfortable where she doesn't need to parry back way too many stupid come-ons. It amazes her that men will try even if she's in the company of someone else.

But. Well.

"I'm gonna need a drink."
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]
"Well it's mine now." Bar produces another napkin-note; Loki reads it, eyes narrowed. "--Then I'll pay. There's money in my account. Roughly a bank's-worth. It ought to cover a single unarmed skiff. --All right, thank you. And the paint I asked for? Green. Mm."

Loki leaves the bar with a bucket of paint, shaking his head, and makes for the lake, where his skiff, the one that is definitely his and not Milliways property, is waiting. Thank you, Milliways, and thank you X.

((OOM link to adventures with Loki and X. Catch Loki in the bar or outside!))
11 June 2017 @ 10:30 pm
Noriko, today, comes into the bar in workout clothes; baggy harm pants pegged around her knees, a tank top, and soft wrap boots. She hadn't intended, specifically, to come into the bar, and so she tosses her hair out of her sweaty face before asking for a tablet and a cheeseburger, and a very large drink. That done, she'll be parked on a chair at a table, watching a video series on blacksmithing different weapons.

She knows nothing about blacksmithing, but it's entertaining, and she's game for random knowledge. She's balanced on two legs of the chair, sitting backwards with her feet hooked up on the rungs, and...oddly, not touching the table at all. She's good at finding her balance points.

Currently, Nori is absently flicking open and shut a bamboo fan, and thinking. This could have ramifications.
07 June 2017 @ 03:00 pm
It smells like something really unspeakable for a moment as the remarkably short but heavily power-armored figure clanks through the Milliways door. Then the door closes and Ellen removes her helmet and all the reek you get in a post-apocalyptic version of the Schuykill River shoreline dies away. "Bar," says Ellen, "I need something I can wipe down with and then I need a drink before I can even think of getting out of this armor. There were hippos today."

Possibly this accounts for some of the newer gashes and impact marks on her armor. It's hard to say.

At least she's got a reinforced chair to sit back in and take a drink and a few breaths.

[tinytag: Baze Malbus]
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
14 May 2017 @ 09:59 pm
It's been a while for Noriko. Not overly long, mind, but long enough that there are some noticeable changes. The short hair is probably first, and the stuff in her arms is probably second, given there's also a stack of books under her arm that she's trying not to drop. She didn't exactly intend to move her crap here, but she supposes given other things changing, she can bite the bullet and change her stuff here too. Some of it, anyway.

She sets all the things down on a table, and steps up to the bar to start a conversation, going back and forth with a steadily-growing stack of replies on napkins being discarded to one side, and the numbers on the tab board by her name shifting--though not always down. Eventually, with a sheet of paper spread out in front of her, Nori seems satisfied, until she points at a line drawn on the floorplan. "Just...no window right there, huh? 'Cause that's a little weird. Full frontal and all."

She'll be trading room keys after that, and making a couple trips up and down the stairs in between snacks, and there will be decorating stuff later, once she makes sure the magic hasn't messed with her clothes and things.
30 April 2017 @ 02:14 pm
Noriko comes down to the bar today in comfortable leggings and an overlarge shirt (not hers), and a very large armful of bulky white yarn: it must amount to several dozen yards when stretched out. Luckily for her it's in a huge wrapped skein that's somewhat easier to carry, and doesn't take up nearly as much room in the chair with her.

She has about half of her shape done, which currently looks like a slightly misshapen bag of white stiff knit. When she's done, she'll have a very big--think person-sized--white fox ready to be stuffed. That part may be somewhat more messy to deal with, but she'll manage with several trips to the bar for more stuffing.
23 April 2017 @ 07:49 pm
Noriko comes into the bar in a breezy, fluttering tank top and a pair of skinny jeans, quiet for once as she collects a small tea tray from the bar and retreats to the couch; she tucks her legs up and stares at the slate-gray and gold cup, carefully placing a sugary, salty preserved flower in the bottom. Brewing the tea has already been taken care of and she watches it go from clear, faint green to cloudy as the petals unfurl.

Looking around the bar requires remembering things she in't sure how to feel about yet, and the constancy of confusion gives her a headache. On a separate saucer, there are two panda-shaped and -decorated tea cakes, which she pushes away, facing them towards the wall.

There might be signs of some distress to handle.
24 February 2017 @ 06:52 pm
Nori comes in with a slightly different kind of companion this time: perched on her shoulder is a small parrot, colorful and occupied at the moment with a wooden stick, which he is holding in one claw and biting. He's wearing a purple harness, the elastic leash end of which is held around her wrist; she whistles to him playfully before she realizes where she is, and the tune dies.

"...Well this is not where I expected to be."

It's a bit different than the pet shop she had not planned on leaving.
22 January 2017 @ 04:51 pm
It's been a while for Noriko: she was in around New Years, and then left for a little while, and comes back in today in a windblown coat over leather leggings and a long-sleeved tunic. It's now nearing the end of Janurary, and Noriko smiles as she steps through to the bar, relieved at being out of the dreary weather.

She's holding onto a bag as she comes in--purple hair dye since she just got her blue touched up, and a bunch of earrings--and asks for a jewelry organizer to dump all of them into. It's several dozen plugs, all different materials and with inlaid or painted or varnished patterns: the ones she already has in are clear glass with tiny black flowers inlaid. She also asks for a mirror, and a sterile piercing set as she retreats into a booth.

Definitely botherable as she sorts jewelry. And does other things.
31 December 2016 @ 09:50 pm
 Hannibal Lecter is in the kitchen this last afternoon of the old year, preparing sushi, drinking prosecco while he does.

2016 is getting a proper send-off from him.