milliways_bar | Entries tagged with tess mercer

A few days after this:

A late session with Shuri in the lab had led to a late dinner and even later drinks with her and Nakia, and by the end of it Sharon hadn't wanted to either walk down to the lake or wake Bucky up, so she'd opted to stay in her own room.

Which was a mistake, because when she wakes up sweating from a nightmare in which she can't find Bucky anywhere but knowing something terrible had happened to him, there's no one else in the room to soothe her back to sleep.

Forty minutes later, she gets up and gets dressed in some sweats and a tank top and pushes through her door into Milliways.

"Bar," she says, as she sits down. "Can I have some paper and a pen, please?" When Bar provides the supplies, she authors a quick note:

To Wei Wuxian,
Thanks for making Bucky get patched up. Or at least trying. Much appreciated.
Sharon Carter

"Can you make sure he gets this?" she asks Bar. "And... I don't know – is there something he really likes? Put it on my tab."

A small white bottle apparently made out of porcelain or ceramic appears and Sharon ties her note to it before the whole package disappears back into the gleaming bar surface, only to be replaced by a frankly enormous ice cream sundae. There's hot fudge and whipped cream and a cherry on top. It is visibly comfort food, and Sharon gives Bar a wry glance before picking up her spoon.

"Thanks."

onceaviking

Eric Northman is lounging on the couch.
Dressed all in black, with a tall glass of TruBlood within reach.

He looks vaguely bored, but vampires tend to do that.

Also, he isn't really thinking about anything in particular.

For some reason, he tends to get pensive at this time of year. Here, anyway.
And since he doesn't particularly enjoy being pensive, he wouldn't mind distractions.

canttrickmeanymore

These books are heavy - he lost his backpack again - why was he taking advanced chem? That book alone weighs a ton. And since he doesn't have time to go to his locker before chem, he's gotta carry the damned thing to Spanish class too.

Sure, he has his shiny super strength, but that doesn't make heavy books any less heavy - it just means it takes a little longer to be uncomfortable. He shifts again to settle the books in his arms and hopes the door isn't closed when he gets to the classroom.

Even better, he meets up with Ned on his way to class. Ned is still in the mode of asking him random Spider-Man questions, but he has at least gotten the hint to not ask them quite so loudly anymore (it only took a year). Then they switch over to talking about Spanish homework...

"No, Ned, we don't have a test today, but we probably have to still answer everything in Spanish..." as he steps through the door, only for his Spanish class to suddenly look a lot not like a classroom and his best friend seems to have gone astray. And that's pretty damned weird.

[[ooc: He's in the mode of keeping his secret identity (mostly) secret - so, unless he's told you, please let's not canon puncture the kid. And we're somewhere between Homecoming and Infinity War.

Marvel folks: superhero types - if you wanna CR having met outside the bar, totally game, and he probably would've told you all of his names like a doofy fanboy weirdo. (I'm Peter... oh, we're using our made-up names...)

Deadpool: what even are 4th walls - knock yourself out, babe.]]

have_no_mercy

When Tess approaches the bar today, she receives a cup of tea and two cupcakes. One cupcake has a 4 candle and the other has a 0 candle. She'd completely forgotten it was today. What with going back to work and juggling the life of an eight month old, she forgets things quite a bit now.

She slides onto a stool and just stares at the desserts for a while, watching the candles burn.

princeinexile

Patrons may be bewildered when they arrive in the bar today, and immediately have to wade through a ballpit. Zuko was, that's for damn sure. He's never even experienced a ball pit. It's hip deep, full of hollow, plastic balls in a variety of bright colors made to entertain children (and adults.) It's going to be one of THOSE days in the bar, he can feel it.

The wait rats are doing their best, scurrying along the top with drinks and dishes, but you know, if you really want to eat drink and be merry, outside is the place to be, and that's where Zuko was going anyway.

On the way to the forge, Zuko passes:

Food stalls selling everything from turkey legs to fried Snickers bars.
A barn with country music playing for an old fashioned barn dance. (Square Dancing is not required, thank you.)
A petting zoo with goats and other farm animals who are remarkably chill about everything and want to be fed and given love. Does that goat have pool noodles on his horns? He does. He's very fiesty. There's also very chill ponies waiting to be brushed and maybe even give a ride to a small child.
A pavilion kept cold with butter sculpture from a buttery Elvis to the near-ubiquitous presence of a State Fair Butter Cow. (The cow may moo at you. Elvis will not.)
Carnival games with prizes like stuffed bears, funny hats, and other toys. Toss some rings! Shoot a target! Throw darts!
A Ferris wheel and merry go round have been set up closer to the beach, where there's plenty of places to relax away from the noise and bustle with fruity drinks if that's one desire.

Zuko goes to one of the food stalls, finding red-hot fireflakes, and happily goes to sit on one of the benches and people watch, content with his insanely spicy treat and the autumn sunshine. Maybe he'll go pet a goat. He's never seen a goat that's... just a goat before.

Welcome to your Anti-Doomscrolling Milliways All-Skate!

All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates.
5. Please don't be a dick.

As always, no need to stick to the fair locations.

have_no_mercy

It's been a busy day for Tess. Today Lettie is six months old, a milestone Tess is thrilled to have reached with baby still intact. Since it's not an actual birthday, she had scaled back the celebration and merely invited a few friends over to chat and reconnect.

Naturally, Lois and Clark were there and it was strange to see Lois so interested in Lettie. Lois is not a baby person. But then Clark had asked for her help and the pieces fit into place. She said she'd have to think about - and work on - it, as the request was not something she's sure she can pull off.

But she does have one idea.

At the moment, Tess is curled up in an armchair holding an odd looking crystal, sleek and smooth, with a mirror finish. She doesn't look pleased.

daringyoungman

Dick has a plan.

Dick's plan involves money. Or bar-currency, at least, as he won't use the children's fund for this plan. Bar did offer to charge his Bruce for it, but Dick was very clear that he wasn't his Bruce anymore thank-you-very-much. And as Dick doesn't have another cource of income, he's offered to do a spot of bartending.

So.

SPECIALS

Slushies
Milkshakes
Ice cream floats

Your young bartender for the evening is on the bar, in soft shoes, juggling glassware. Because of course he is.

mane_event

If you're sitting an a booth or a table in Milliways right now, this happens:

A lion cub just leapt on to the opposite seat, or another chair at your table, put his front paws on the table, and his head on his paws, and is now looking at whatever it is you've got on the table.

"Whatcha doing?"

have_no_mercy

It's a beautiful day outside and Tess has decided to make the most of it.

She's out by the lake, blanket on the ground, siting with her legs stretched out and a pillow behind her back. She's surrounded by children's books, which she goes through one at a time, fairly carefully.

have_no_mercy

The time has come, the Walrus said, and that's all we need for him to say right now. Tess is so very tired, though she's up to just enough to sneak into the Bar and post a note.

( Read more... )

That done, she heads back to her world and the tiny new life that needs her.

[OOC: if you think your pup knows Tess enough to receive a picture, you get one. If you want one regardless of knowing Tess, you get one. Free for all! No threading, but reactions are welcome.]

i_am_your_host

Everyone who has come into the bar during the past week or so has received an invitation on a little white card along with whatever they ordered. Some may know who sent it; some, perhaps, even after all this time, may not. Either way, all are welcome. It reads:

Join me, one and all
For a most fabulous and fantastic farewell
New Year's Eve Celebration!

Food - Drinks - Music - Karaoke
Come as you are
Take the stairs or the lift to the 2nd floor
And follow the trail of glitter - you can't miss it!

(All-Night Dance Party begins at Midnight)

Yours always,
The Master of Ceremonies

Won't you join him in ringing in the New Year?

The trail of glitter snakes down the hallway and leads to a pair of black double doors, a WILLKOMMEN - BIENVENUE - WELCOME sign posted on the left hand side. Once you step into the wide, expansive room, you are transported to what seems like an era between eras, a past that has blended with the present.

In the warmly lit interior, classic cabaret tables -- adorned with little lamps with red satin shades -- cluster around a hardwood dance floor, above which several beautiful orbs and mirror balls slowly rotate, casting sparkles of light like snowflakes.

Emcee will be flitting around like the social dragonfly that he is, wearing a black leather bow tie choker, and a white tank top festooned with kisses made out of red sequins. His makeup is, of course, impeccable.

[OOC: Millitimed to December 31. OPEN FOREVER]

irish_vagabond

The front door opens.

And Cassidy falls into the bar, his clothes soaked with blood and riddled with bullet holes.

Groaning, he kicks the door closed and sits up. He's clutching a large, pump-action Thermos jug, one of those old-fashioned plastic ones that you saw at picnics and barbecues when you were a kid, you push the thing on the lid and ice cold lemonade or cherry Kool-Aid comes out of the spout, but no, this one dispenses no such refreshing beverages. There's blood in this one.

Please excuse Cassidy for unceremoniously unscrewing the top and gulping down the Thermos's contents. He's been shot a lot. Like, a lot.

have_no_mercy

Tess is ... too large to fit at the bar at this point and also uncomfortable in a booth. A couch it is.

She takes her birthday cupcake from Bar and heads to the fireplace where she intends to relax for a few minutes before heading back to the circus that has become her life.

Mmm, chocolate.

have_no_mercy

It's been a struggle, but Tess finally has her power back under control. She's celebrating by having a nice cup of tea while sitting comfortably in an arm chair somewhere near the Window.

She's sporting a small baby bump, which she rests a hand on, and leans back against the chair. Catch her before she falls asleep.

have_no_mercy

[In which Tess goes to Wilford's world to fix a slight problem. It goes better than expected!]

have_no_mercy

There's a breeze wafting throughout the bar today. It's light, but definitely noticeable.

Seemingly unrelated, Tess is sitting by the window. It's rather windy around her, so much that she's given up trying to do anything and is simply sitting there out of spite. Every now and then she moves to get her hair out of her face, but it's generally a losing battle.

Realization hit about an hour ago that she can't stop it.

Fabulous.

mightbeagoodone

Sherlock did not attend the christening only because he was promised cake.

Somehow he ended up with the baby and no cake. John is talking to (Gareth? Giles? What's his name again?) and Mary is talking to Mrs. Hudson and someone handed the baby to him even though he said, "Oh, no, no, no," but at least the baby -- whose name, by the way, is not Sherlock the Second -- isn't crying, is, in face, making little mumbly noises and yawning, so he must be doing something right.

And when the door opens to the bar -- he meant to wander into the back garden and show the baby what trees look like -- Sherlock shrugs, figures what's another child in this madhouse? and steps through. They'll be gone for less than a minute.

Bar, meet Rosie Watson. She can't see faces yet, so don't be disappointed if she doesn't remember you later.

[ooc: If there's something you'd like Sherlock to observe and deduce about your character, please comment here. Comments are screened.]

irish_vagabond

It's Sunday. Jesse's sermon is over; mass is done. Cassidy had lurked in the balcony the entire time, watching and listening, anxiously wondering what Jesse was going to do. He'd set up that loudspeaker system during the weekend -- was he going to use the Word on the congregation?

He didn't.

And Cassidy couldn't be more relieved, except...he saw. He saw.

That poor arsey-faced kid.

Cassidy draws back as the churchgoers file out into the Texas sunshine, and he turns to retreat back into the attic when his door leads to Milliways.

Though it's been a while in the grander scheme of things, it's only been a few days (a rather rough few days, full of depressed drinking and drugging) since Cassidy's last visit. Because time is weird. And he might as well make the most of it.

Looking and feeling like a dumpster fire, Cassidy shuffles up to the bar and orders a bottle of cheap whiskey to start a nice, long bender.

electro_kinetic

Noriko comes into the bar today carrying three small plastic cups and a much larger bag hung over her shoulder: in each of the three cups there is a fish, all brightly colored and swimming around and around, taking in their new surroundings. In the larger bag there are several tanks for them: each a hemispherical bubble with an opening in the top, designed to be hung on a wall. There's also the ubiquitous pebbles and tiny water plants, fish food and water conditioner, but those are all things she will handle when it comes time for installation a bit later.

In the meantime, find Noriko parked at a table watching and feeding her new roommates one flake at a time, and contemplating names. (By all means, come help.)

have_no_mercy

Tess is curled up in an armchair, a dog on the floor where her feet should be. She's reading What to Expect When You're Expecting, a lazy grin on her face.

She's drinking tea again today, slowly, as the book is rather interesting.

elegantdisaster

When Celine walks into the bar holding a frying pan, she sees where she is, shuts the door, and just sits down on the floor. She just wanted to do something nice. How hard could it be to follow a recipe from the internet?

Pretty hard apparently, since she's left with a completely ruined frying pan, a horrible smell in the house, and a sink full of something that's black and smoking.

She has no idea how she's supposed to fix any of it. Sitting on the floor of the bar is the best first step she can come up with right now.

[ooc: Celine is psychic. Please see this post for info.]

cottoncandypink

Wilford likes to think he can cope with change. But it’s been a very long time since everything changed overnight without him making a single decision in that direction.

This weekend wasn’t change. This weekend was an unmitigated catastrophe. Things could have been worse; a lot worse, really. But that doesn’t make the situation any less overwhelming. So he’s done what he can to keep himself level — kennelled the dogs, taken leave from the show, sent Andy on a vacation.

He doesn’t know what to do about Celine. Telling her no isn’t an option, but he has not shared such close space with another human being like that. Ever. Her moving in was never even discussed, but it was always inevitable given the circumstances, so he can’t just turn her away. And he can’t exactly flee right now either. So today, he brings Michael with him to the bar, along with his laptop. He tries to juggle the two, hoping to get a little bit of work done in one of the chairs by the fire. It’s a good idea, until he’s forced to accept that he doesn’t have room to hold onto a fussy child who only gets bigger by the day, and get some work done at the same time. He gives up on that idea, and flags down a rat instead. It’s hard to tell if Michael’s still on his hunger strike out of spite, or if he just has no appetite from being ill, but maybe he can be convinced to nibble on some fish cakes.

have_no_mercy

Tess may be seated by the window today, but she's not enjoying the view.

Today, she's surrounded by books. Parenting books. From childbirth to teenage tantrums, she's got it, leafing through this and that as the whim catches her.

Her drink - tea - is being ignored and getting cold.

just_cant_lose

Jim's been in and out of the bar over the last week, in various guises. Tourist, businessman - a normal businessman, in a suit he wouldn't generally be seen dead in - student, professor, regular Joe of indeterminate means.

One day he stops for a conversation with Bar, perfectly polite, after which he takes the remote for the biggest TV and flicks it to a certain channel. A grin spreads over his face, and he switches it off before taking a huge wad of cash out of his pocket and placing it on the bar.

'Put it in your fund.'

Then he goes upstairs, changes clothes and heads back out again.

And now it's today. He appears wearing a suit far more him, the finest cut with the sleekest tie, a crisp white shirt and not a hair out of place, no pretending to be anyone else. He walks with a faint smirk which is nothing compared to the jubilation inside, flicking every TV around the bar to show the same screen. It's a football match.

And then he sits himself down in an armchair to watch. Half a minute, maybe less... and the screens begin to flicker. Interference at the end of the universe, perhaps...Moriarty smiles and stretches his neck until the tendon pops, rolling his eyes in pleasure. Football disappears, the crowd subsides, replaced with a face - his own face - and a single mantra repeated over and over and over and over and over...

Did you miss me?

Did you miss me did you miss me did you miss me did you miss me did you miss me did you miss me did you miss me did you miss me...

He'd give a lot to see Sherlock's face right now. But that's alright. He's got a very good imagination.

nerves_of_ice

It's been a while, now.

He hadn't really let himself think about how nice it was to know there was always a place where he could catch up with Steve in a way that he can't out there in their world. Now there isn't, and, well...

Bucky (who's fighting to think of himself as Bucky again more and more these days, not Soldat, and not even James anymore) reminds himself that brooding over the way things are isn't going to do any good, and makes himself walk through the door into Milliways anyway.

He brings the latest newspaper in with him. (This time it's Le Monde, in French, of course.) After all, he's got to keep up somehow.