22 July 2017 @ 11:47 pm
 
OOM: After meeting in Milliways, Quentin helps Yamato with some chores.
 
 
17 July 2017 @ 05:48 pm
 
Summer always seems to bring with it too many productions of A Midsummer Night's Dream, Quentin's found one on the television and he can't decide whether to be insulted or horrified by this one that has everyone in suits.

It seems to be missing the point and he's started tossing popcorn at the screen every time a fairy is on stage. He's in a Real Life Disney Prince t-shirt, jeans and his pointed ears are visible under his bronze hair. Soon he's going to need to get more popcorn because he doesn't understand all the weird ideas mortals have about Fae. Tinkerbell is almost better than this, at least she's powerful.
 
 
06 April 2017 @ 06:45 pm
 
Partly OOM: After reluctantly helping Kazuichi, the Ultimate Mechanic dye his hair, Quentin explains to Yamato what happened.
 
 
01 April 2017 @ 12:21 pm
 
[Millitimed to after meeting Jim/Gethin and going up to Sinric's room (thread still in progress).]

Eli Gold comes downstairs into the bar.

That's right. Eli Gold.

He moves with a purposeful stride as if used to people getting out of his way. He's wearing a trim, navy blue suit and a red power tie with polished black shoes. His hair is neatly slicked back. Not strand or a seam out of place, and not a trace of good humor on his face.

He's annoyed, really. But when is he not annoyed. And irritated. And just--ugh, this is not a good day.

"Scotch," he snaps at the Bar.

And then he sneezes into a handkerchief.

A cup of tea appears instead. Eli stares at it. Unamused.

"Does it at least have scotch in it?"

A napkin appears: No

Eli huffs a sigh. "You're lucky I can't write a negative Yelp review," he mutters before accepting the scotch-free tea and taking a sip.

Anyone who overhears him will notice a clipped, American accent where a German one should be.


[ooc: Last of the IMDb flu? April Fool's joke? You decide!]
 
 
27 March 2017 @ 10:38 pm
 
One day, a few days ago, Yamato collapsed into bed with a headache and a blocked nose and a feeling like somebody had sprinkled tiny flakes of sandpaper into his throat.

About twelve hours later, Kazuichi Souda, Ultimate Mechanic, had woken up and wondered a) Why his hair wasn't dyed pink anymore, and b) Why there was not a single pair of overalls in his wardrobe.

For some reason, Bar refuses to provide him with pink hair dye, but as hope springs eternal, he's found himself back down in the bar, pleading with her.

"What about a nice shade of mauve? Or -- or violet? It's not technically pink, that's actually purple, which is completely different. C'mon."
 
 
17 March 2017 @ 07:25 pm
 
Last night, Quentin had spent the night at Milliways, he wasn't feeling right and tomorrow would go talk to Walther, find out what's wrong.

In the morning, Mathias wakes up with a cough, this isn't his hotel room in Berlin, she isn't here and his clothes aren't right, also something is wrong with his ears and hair. He has some people he needs to talk to about what they think they're doing. The hotel is staffed by rodents but they do fill his order and soon he has on a proper suit and is blowing his nose into a handkerchief.

Downstairs he orders a coffee and holds himself still as he watches and sneezes, he doesn't have the time to be sick.

(OOC: Since Quentin's PB is a model, he's coming in from this video, contains implied sexual situations and partial nudity.)
 
 
14 March 2017 @ 11:01 am
Loki (forget Harry Monmouth, this is Loki and he's going to keep on being Loki as long as he can) has set up a fortress of...something...at a table near the bar. A fortress of sciencey magic? Special-effectsy junk? Hot drinks and a growing pile of tissues? He wouldn't do this in public if he didn't have to, but this body is sick enough that going back and forth just a few feet between the table and the Bar is exhausting. Definitely not going to be hauling things upstairs to his room.

And what are all these things? Besides the hot drinks and tissues, it's odds and ends that are as close to Asgardian magic tech as he can get out of the Bar. (Sometimes he gets the feeling she's just being stubborn. Come on, what does she mean she can't give him a thoughtmirror crystal? It's a simple request! Ugggh, he doesn't have time to reinvent millennia of technological research.) But even for someone well-versed in Asgardian tech it might be a confusing jumble. That's...probably because he's working on two or three things at once, most of it camouflage for his real project.

Oh. And he's found time to upgrade his style. Can't do much about the hair, but he's gotten rid of the beard. And he's in green and black. It's funny how losing your ability to cast illusions makes you that much more attached to looking like your true self.
 
 
04 March 2017 @ 09:58 pm
 
Yamato thought that a few days just away from the School Festival would help him feel less completely frustrated over the failed-Omegamon-talk with Taichi. He did not properly account for his tendency to go over events in his head over and over again, getting steadily angrier.

Thus, this evening is an evening of obsessively seeking out distractions.

He starts off in the gym, brow furrowed in concentration, wailing on a punching bag in a way that has a lot less to do with proper form and a lot more to do with just silently venting.

Later, he hides out in the garage, wandering around a corner of it with a lot of shiny, colourful giant robots standing upright.

Catch him in the gym or garage.
 
 
28 February 2017 @ 06:46 pm
Quentin loves living in San Francisco most of the time, but today he hates all the hills and having to wrestle with other people to do the grocery shopping. He knows its an important chore but it sucks and when he finds Milliways instead of the cafe he was looking for, he relaxes. When he goes up to the counter and asks Bar to hold his groceries and gets a napkin he shrugs, its an easier thing to do.

Specials
Beer
Wine
Anything fizzy is half off.


Then he pours himself a soda and opens a box of cookies as he looks to see who's around. He hasn't remembered to take off his disguise off yet so he looks human with rounded ears and ash blond hair.
 
 
22 February 2017 @ 10:48 pm
 
Emcee (looking very pale, even paler than usual) retrieves something special from the Bar today: his black leather coat.

He had given it to her to have cleaned, to have the dried, caked-on blood removed. And so it comes back to him folded in a neat bundle, magically smelling of old leather again, instead of a near death experience. She also produces a repair kit and a tablet on which he can watch a short tutorial on how to fix the holes.

Taking these things to a booth out of the way in the back of the room, he sets to work.
 
 
21 February 2017 @ 08:21 am
 
[oom: Barry's best day ever.]

The front door opens to a heavy downpour, lightning flashing and thunder booming in the distance, and a young man runs through with his head ducked against the deluge; dragging a silver rollercase behind him.

All at once he notices the change in his surroundings and he startles, tries to stop, and turns to look around and the end result is the squealing of the rubber soles of his Chuck's on the wooden floorboards as his feet go out from underneath him and he hits the ground on his backside.

"Ow," is the first thing he says, sitting in a puddle on the floor. The next is a string of bewildered half-formed questions as he looks back towards the closed door and around at the bar at large.

"W-- what-- th-- where-- I just-- -- whu?"

He'll pick himself up in a minute, when he's done staring and stuttering in utter bafflement.


[ooc: New Barry, different mun. Barry is coming in from Arrow episode 2.9, before the lightning strike. Right now he is just an ordinary guy, sans superpowers. Feel free to meet him upon his entrance, or later when he's sitting at a table trying to dry off and take in the new surroundings.]
 
 
09 February 2017 @ 12:48 pm
 
Ahsoka is happy and, for once, not nervous. She has a master now, a jedi who has agreed to take her as his padawan learner. She's taken part in her first battle, which went really well and was amazing; although she's not to certain about her master's strategy. Who thinks of hiding in a box to sneak behind enemy lines? To be fair, it worked, but still...a box! He's also somewhat ungrateful, completely ignoring her saving his life in favor of yelling at her for pulling down the wall that saved him with no warning. It's like he didn't trust her or something.

At least the clones appreciated the story.

And now she finds Milliways instead of her quarters. Time for some refreshments and caf. She has a feeling she's going to need a bit of quiet before this new assignment gets started. What she gets is sushi with her caf, which she has no idea what to do with.
 
 
04 February 2017 @ 12:07 am
It's a very bright night out. 

And very cold. 

But there's a patch of clear water in the icy surface of the lake. Which has prompted Joly and Bahorel to interrupt a late-night walk with a Conversation on the merits of ice swimming. 

tl;dr they're swimming in an icy lake like people who make great choices. Anyone's welcome to join in, or point out the obvious flaws of the plan.  )
 
 
18 January 2017 @ 07:20 pm
 
Quentin's found the ice hockey on the Bar TV, he doesn't know the teams but they have good names, Falcons and Aces and they both know how to play.

Beside him is a massive plate of nachos with everything he could think of on it and he's drinking a soda as he watches.

His yelling sometimes goes into French because that's the best way to yell at hockey. He's dressed for court with his disguise down, his livery is folded beside him as he doesn't want to get it dirty but he can watch some hockey as he wakes up.
 
 
18 January 2017 @ 09:11 pm
 
Here's someone nobody's seen in a while...

Molly Hayes has a mocha-choca-gingerbread latte (extra foam, extra cocoa on top, gold glitter she didn't ask for but is very happy about) in her hand and her Security badge pinned to her pink 'FIGHT LIKE A GIRL' t-shirt.

She'd really have liked a beer, but she needed the caffeine; even so, she's more than a little slouched against the bar counter, facing outwards towards the rest of the bar.

'Sup.
 
 
08 January 2017 @ 10:19 pm
 
Not really OOM: Yamato and Quentin worry together and then find a little peace upstairs.
 
 
04 January 2017 @ 05:57 pm
 
[ooc: content warnings for references to drugging of a minor, kidnapping, and an underground fighting ring. canon is fun. references to Birds of Prey #118.]

Technically, Charlie is Supposed To Be Resting cause even if you have accelerated healing and even if that's further accelerated by your other powers, it can take some time to work through like 5+ days of near-constant drugging. Also the trauma and stuff, she guesses. (Also that whole thing with the letter and Black Alice being related to her and--really? Really?! But she's kind of trying to forget that for right now because maybe she does kinda need some downtime okay, and finding out that Black "ooh look at me I'm so emo and way more powerful than Charlie" Alice is blood-related to her is just--)

Anyway. She's sitting on a couch with a milkshake and maybe not... looking super-great because even though all the physical injuries from the fights and the needles and stuff have healed at this point, she's still kinda pale, sick, and out-of-it. (In fairness, though, wouldn't you if you found out you were maybe-probably related to Black Alice? Ugh.) It would be great if she could just pretend the last week of her life didn't happen at all. Then she could get back to being Awesome and settling into her cool new home instead of this... whatever this is.
 
 
31 December 2016 @ 03:23 pm
 
A waitrat comes downstairs with a little bundle of notes, which he deposits at the bar. They are to be delivered to Emcee's friends, inviting them upstairs to his room for a drink and a chat.

Emcee isn't up to coming downstairs himself yet. He's just slowly working his way back to being social again.

[OOC: If you think your pup would get a note, feel free to tag the OOM! If you're not sure, just ask :) Open forever.]
 
 
20 December 2016 @ 12:00 pm
[#elfwarning]

A tall, lanky, and fashionable fellow walks in looking at what seems like a tarot card. "Quentin Coldwater," he reads with an obvious hint of amusement. "Could that be anymore pompous?"

He makes it a few more steps before realizing he is not hearing the idyllic chirping of the birds of upper state New York, nor feeling the sun's warmth, and is instead hearing a bar; a very familiar sound to him. Looking up, he meets the eyes of an elf and can't help the smirk. "What are you looking at you voyeuristic Vulcan reject?"

Turning to escape the creepy toy, he finds another, which makes him step back in alarm and nearly trip over a third "What the hell?"

Welcome back to Milliways, Eliot.

[OOC: Same Eliot that's been here before, though I'm jumping him forward to the start of TV canon. Mun is having a crazy day at work and needs to blow some steam. I will get back to Sam's threads, I swear. Just need silly.]
 
 
19 December 2016 @ 07:40 am
[elfwarning]

It's not a properly proper Happy Hour: even though Lesgle has been practicing in the kitchen since he saw the notes about the Elf Problem, he still needs Bar's help with the cooking. But he's taken over the space behind the bar and has put up specials:


Salade niçoise
Pissaladière
Socca
Ratatouille


I recommend the ratatouille or the pissaladière, as Mme. Bar is responsible for their production; I myself am attempting the salad and the chickpea crêpes. Brace yourselves for disaster!

All meals are gratis, but donations to funds for young patrons, bound residents, or the Milliways Scouts would be welcome. A disclaimer before anyone gets the wrong impression: I am not from Nice nor have I ever set foot there. It keeps moving: one treaty or another has picked up that fine old city and relocated it variously to the Duchy of Savoy, the French Republic, the French Empire (hideous phrase!), the Kingdom of Piedmont-Sardinia, et cetera. Mirabile dictu. But I am given to understand that we have orders from on high: Be Nice. And further I am given to understand that these are Nice dishes to share. And so you have it. Soyons gentils.


While he cooks and serves up plates, he's chatting with a collection of the wretched doll things. How do you do, my you look lovely today, and how is your grand-mother, is your bunion still troubling you, what a handsome hat you have there, it really brings out the color of your eyes.

As they disappear, he rounds up more to take their place. Ugh. Nasty things, spies, but at least these ones are easy to spot and easy to send away.



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