19 July 2017 @ 08:35 pm
((William Douglas and young Jim Moriarty go back to 1450 Rome. Mostly talking and exploring, some fade-to-black/not very explicit sex. And a vihuela.))
15 July 2017 @ 10:30 pm
[OOM: Sabine, Kanan, and Zeb complete a mission. Sabine discovers something important, and then debriefs with Hera; leading to a new direction to her art.
No more falling to pressure
No more failing acceptance
Throw all your hells towards the heavens
Cause your voice is a weapon
12 July 2017 @ 08:03 pm
OOM: Even Cassian has to take orders from Doctor Relyne.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
12 July 2017 @ 02:41 am
(OOM: After Sinric's deception, Baze takes his anger out on Chirrut. Thankfully, he understands.)
10 July 2017 @ 07:51 am
Well. That was a hell of a day. Less than a day. A hell of a, what, twelve hours?

Young Jim Moriarty and William Douglas enter the bar from the same door, not speaking to each other, in the middle of the night, and both very quickly vanish. Jim to who-knows-where, and William to the room he still keeps here.

When he comes back down in a couple of hours, he settles at the bar and asks for hot chocolate. No, a drink. No, never mind, one of those computers. A computer with, what was it Cassidy said, cat videos? That's supposed to be a thing? And also with, um...you know...eh...

A napkin appears with a question, in answer to which William nods quickly before crumpling it up. And then a laptop appears, and--bless you, Bar--a cup of Irish coffee. Caffeine and alcohol, all in one place.

He's going to do some research. On cat videos. And other things.

((Two OOMs: Jim and William in 1450 Rome. They're totally on the same wavelength...until they realize that they're not so much. Warnings on the first for cheerful sexual situations with quick fading to black, but mostly a lot of conversation; the second is pretty much just arguing, with warnings for consent and homophobia issues and really poor communication.))
08 July 2017 @ 12:13 pm
When life gives you watermelons, you might also get lemons

There's a black rain cloud hanging over Wilford today, as he absently picks at his lunch at the bar. The nerve of some people, just showing up uninvited like that and ruining what was shaping up to be a perfectly good day.

Wilford's got the TV tuned to some garbage, where a zombie is being made to run obscene obstacle courses, but he's not really watching it. It's just noise to keep his mind from running too far away from him.

Seriously why now?
06 July 2017 @ 08:47 pm

Jim walks into the bar, laughing. He looks around, says 'no', and walks out again

Annnnnd, then he's back and is presented with a note. Just like that, his good mood evaporates. Not that he really has carpets, at least not in places the dog is allowed to go. But...ugh.

Well. Whatever. He checks for Sherlock - no go, and that lowers his mood further. He talks to Bar about London - no go, and no prizes for guessing how that makes him feel. So he goes to get the dog, and just goes home. It's apparently one of those days after all. Bleurgh.

06 July 2017 @ 12:46 pm
OOM: Kay doesn't approve of Cassian being injured.

OOC: Second link is original injury OOM with trauma, alcoholism, violence and a child in danger. No warnings for first link.
Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
02 July 2017 @ 10:26 pm
[oom: "...Well done, Detective."

content adapted from Red Robin #12, content advisory for violence and somewhat death-seeking behavior/thoughts]

“Injured teenager” is probably a pretty familiar sight to regular patrons of Milliways by now, but this is a day for old standards. Tim’s right arm is in a sling, there’s a pretty large white bandage taped under his left eye (that doesn’t quite cover the bloom of bruised skin on his face), and—well, that’s about all that’s immediately visible, and from the stiff way he’s moving, there’s more you can’t see.

Tim’s not really sure he wants to be in Milliways at the moment, but he wants to stay in the Manor even less right now. It’s been a hell of a few days, and yeah, there were some bright spots, like everyone believing that Bruce is still alive, but—but.

Everyone had treated him like he was insane. And then Dick realized the truth because he went and threw “Bruce” in a Lazarus Pit, the fucking hypocrite, and Tim’s just—he doesn’t know what he is. Exhausted, mostly. He ends up grabbing a few ice packs from the Bar and getting himself a room so he can just chill for a while.

A few hours later, when he feels less like he's going to explode, he comes back for a burger and a milkshake and finds somewhere relatively comfortable to sit down.
30 June 2017 @ 09:09 pm
[oom: "Your side of the street's a little darker than mine."

[ooc: set before Matt's adventures bound in the bar]
30 June 2017 @ 05:56 pm
[ 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.
30 June 2017 @ 01:14 pm
[[After Cubefall, Rose has an uncomfortable conversation.]]
29 June 2017 @ 07:40 pm
Sherlock went back to London this morning. Jim saw him off, went upstairs and changed into jeans and another old jacket. Messy hair, three days of stubble, and naked fury written all over his face. He's been sitting on it since Sherlock turned up shot, and there's no reason to hide it any more.

But the door won't open. He stalks over to Bar, batting away the vidscreen that's randomly presented to him.

'Let me out.'


'Let me out'

Nothing. This continues for twenty seconds, his anger rising and rising until he pulls a lighter out of his jacket with one hand, and a gun with the other.

'How much damage do you want me to start doing? How many people will it take? Let. Me out.'

Bar's silence is deafening. But eventually a napkin appears. 

Have it your way.

The handle turns this time. Jim's mouth sets to a line. Mary Watson is going to be delivered back to her husband in pieces. He steps through the door. And a few seconds later, it opens and he reappears again. Same clothes, a day's more stubble and with the faint air of farmyard on his clothes. 

'Do you think you're funny?'

The silence from Bar suggests, very strongly, yes.

[OOC: heads up for bad mood, and potential Temper. Open through the weekend.]
26 June 2017 @ 12:31 am

The change of scenery is welcome, but Jim doesn't dawdle. He heads straight up to his suite, where he swims for a straight hour to relieve the tension threatening to build to dangerous levels. He feels much better when he comes back downstairs, even if he doesn't look it as he's dressed in (*gasp*) off the peg clothes, and an adidas jacket that's at least a year old. 

He takes a business card from his pocket, and touches it to the handle before turning it.

Nothing happens.

He tries again, and nothing continues to happen. The door does not open. Jim regards it coolly for a minute, then turns his head towards Bar.

'Do you know something I don't, darling?'

The silence implies an answer along the lines of so many things, so Jim rolls his eyes and tilts his head at the door instead. Well, if it's like that, it's like that. He tries another business card, and the door opens onto the Los Santos beach house with no problem at all. He frowns and closes it.

He doesn't like this. He shouldn't have left. But it appears there's nothing he can do about it for the time being, so he glances around the bar and then disappears back upstairs. He would not be good company just now, and he needs to settle on a hypothesis for what's going on. Because something is, and watching it from the outside is terrible.

24 June 2017 @ 12:21 pm
[OOM: In a cantina in Thune City, sometimes fun can turn to trouble in a heartbeat.]

[tinytag: Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla]
22 June 2017 @ 10:03 pm
Sherlock has been very useful lately, and also full of interesting information.

Jim is not liking any of it. Something is definitely afoot. And normally it would be none of his business, except it's Sherlock so it is his business. With Mary Morstan in the picture, and Magnusson coming over the horizon - followed by his assistant, who will be lucky to get out of this alive - Jim is done sitting on the sidelines.

It necessitates doing something he does not want to do. But when has that ever stopped him? So he takes Mycroft's business card one day, and touches it to the handle of the front door. It opens. Jim looks out on the view for a long few moments, then stretches his neck to the side, and closes it again. 

The suit he's wearing is impossible. So he comes back ten minutes later in skinny jeans and basketball trainers, with a zip-up hoodie and dark shadows painted under his eyes. His skin looks whiter than normal, because he's made it so. He doesn't hesitate again. This is a trip that has to be made, so he's making it.

[OOC: First link has NSFW content, and a lot of conversation about various things. Also, angst. Miscommunication. And mutual admissions that there's still something they're rubbish at.]

19 June 2017 @ 01:26 pm
[oom: You’re a tough little bastard, you know that?

warning for uncomfortable and invasive medical procedures]
18 June 2017 @ 02:20 pm
(OOM: Seeking new hobbies, Baze learns how to brew beer and distill moonshine.)

The bar is quiet today. People mill about, drinking and chattering and generally minding their own business.
Then there's the explosion.
Smoke pours out of an upstairs room, invading the lungs of the two Jedhan boys who flee from it. Baze Malbus and Chirrut Imwe are singed, coughing, and laughing--though Baze is secretly disappointed. Rats rush up there with buckets of water and extinguishers to put out the small fire.
The bite of alcohol fills the upstairs hallway.