12 September 2017 @ 11:46 am
 
Sometimes, a person screws up so spectacularly badly that the only course of action is to just pretend it never happened and go do something else instead. Which is exactly what Wilford is planning on doing, once he settles a debt.

He wanders into the bar with the same pounding headache he had before he reset, and puts the smallest amount of effort into finding Baze. He's not anywhere in the bar. He's not immediately visible outside. Wilford even goes upstairs to see if he's trying to brew something that isn't completely awful.

But he's... not here? Well, that's awkward. Maybe he's just hiding somewhere Wilford's too lazy to look. Maybe he'll show up later.

Until then, Wilford heads back downstairs to sit by the fire and try to do something about this headache. He better not be getting sick. That's the last thing he needs.
 
 
12 September 2017 @ 09:17 am
 
oom:

A hunting trip in Canada goes very, very poorly for Baze and Wilford. Like, 'why did anybody think this was even a good idea' poorly.


Warnings for lots of death in people who can bounce back from that sort of thing.
 
 
04 September 2017 @ 04:28 pm
 
 
Jim is in a ridiculously good mood today. Just...yeah. The sort of mood that makes a person grin at random, and sometimes just laugh out loud (because quite apart from things being brilliant, they are also funny), and just generally exude good humour.

He bounces up to the bar, and says, 'Bar. Darling. Give everyone I like a free drink.'

But this means only three - four? - people will get one. He contemplates for half a beat, then makes an expansive gesture. 

'Screw it. Make that everyone I don't actively despise.'

Hmm. Also a tiny number?

'And everyone I haven't met. But don't tell them who it's from, it'll give entirely the wrong idea. And I'll take some lunch. Early dinner? Whatever. Food. Junk food.

He is presented with pizza. PIZZA. He hasn't had one of them in mooooooonths. This is very very very good day.


[OOC: Everyone is totally welcome to have a free drink! Even if you think Jim hates your pup, just assume Bar is being generous with his tab. He won't mind. And this post is open until whenever! :D]
 
 
03 September 2017 @ 09:32 pm
 
[oom: Fry gets in a scuffle on his first day back at school. New kid Ben learns that poking people who don't like to be touched in the ear is a bad idea.]

Fry is in one corner, massaging his knuckles, which are just starting to swell up.

He's pretty sure he won that round, however, so he is trying to ignore them while he works on his flag design. One of the waitrats brings him an ice pack, which he rejects, because ew, cold.
 
 
02 September 2017 @ 08:59 am
 
Wilford is still hiding out in the bar until he can go home without having to explain why he has to pass his story off to someone else. He's managed to clean up a little bit, and the bruises have mostly faded, but he's still not going to be doing any running for a while.

He's found a book to flip through, and is doing exactly that over by the fire. He is a bit upside down though, with his legs over the back of the sofa, and his head down over the front, so his hair is brushing against the floor. His glasses don't really want to stay in like this, but he's willing to put up with it for now, while Buster licks the side of his head like the weirdo he is.
 
 
29 August 2017 @ 09:00 am
 
Even after you let someone beat the shit out of you, there's only so much a person can sleep. So bruised and grubby from rolling around in the dirt, Wilford slowly makes his way downstairs. He considers stopping at the bar for something to eat, but decides that can wait. He heads to the infirmary instead.

There's got to be something in here someone left carelessly lying around. Aspirin isn't going to cut it. He finds a fresh ice pack for his knees, but everything else seems to be hidden away, and he's far too groggy to find it on his own.
 
 
26 August 2017 @ 09:23 am
 
After having a not-so-great night, Wilford had wandered into a promotional event in the square outside the station. Usually, he paid no mind to these sorts of things, but well. This time, the people at the table had something he actually wanted.

Which is why when he stumbles in today, looking tired and run down, he's wearing a bright green t-shirt and some old basketball shorts. He'd been trying to get some sleep, but eventually gave up on it, made some coffee, and found his way here. Here, there's a television that gets more than four channels, so Wilford finds a seat with a good view and hopes he can get the energy to do something, or exhaust himself to the point that he can finally pass out.
 
 
25 August 2017 @ 09:04 pm
 
 
For someone who doesn't like having their stuff messed with, Wilford sure is oblivious to what could happen when he messes with someone else's. His latest prank, needless to say, is not sitting well with Jim, which is why he looks less than pleased today. Also why he takes his phone out of his pocket, and shows a picture on it to Bar.

'I'd like this cake, please. Minus the 'happy birthday'. And you can make the bomb real, if you like....but as you won't, just deliver it to Wilford as is. Thanks.'

There are times for subtlety, and this is not it. That done though, he asks for the time machine specs and starts flicking through things needed to build it. 

'Do you have this stuff to hand?'

Bar's silence says no. But then the Lost and Found box appears on the counter. Jim raises his eyebrows at it, and sticks his hand inside.

An iPhone case with Nicolas Cage as the Mona Lisa.
An eight foot cardboard cut out of Will Ferrell.
A package of 1000 communion wafers.
Ticket stubs for a Hanson concert circa. 2009.

'...is there anything actually useful in here?'

The note says, keep going. So against his better judgement, he does.


[Tiny!tag: Vyvyan, Bernard Black]
 
 
23 August 2017 @ 11:01 am
 
Jim has crossed a line. Now Jim has to pay the price.
 
 
22 August 2017 @ 09:01 pm
 
"Oh honestly." Guppy is saying sternly. "How can you lose a shoe, Brooklyn, at your age? You're nearly five years old, old enough to know better."

Brooke doesn't look terribly sorry. Little brother Gil, who appears to be dressed as a piglet, stares at her wide eyed.

"Uh oh!" he says.

"Go and look for it please." Guppy says, settling down with Gil in one corner with a copy of Winnie the Pooh. Gil sits on his father's knee and chews on his piglet mittens.

Brooke goes around the bar, looking over and under and in things.
 
 
21 August 2017 @ 08:54 am
 
Wilford wants to do two things today: he wants to see if his dog is smart enough to know how to swim, and he wants to try to even out this godawful farmer's tan he's managed to pick up somewhere. And the Caribbean inlet is the perfect place to do both.

So that's exactly where he is. He's got a blanket that will inevitably get messed up and covered in sand, a cooler full of beer, and portable stereo playing something loud. In between throwing a ball as far as he can into the water for his dog to go chase after, he's throwing stones in another direction to try to annoy the giant squid into coming up and making noise.
 
 
21 August 2017 @ 10:05 am
 
Loki makes a graceful entrance. It's...graceful after the first stumbling step through the Door, anyway, which he walks off like a cat that's fallen off a windowsill. A) He meant to do that, and B) you didn't see anything, right? It takes him a second or two longer to recover from his momentary expression of Where the hell am I?

But right. It's Milliways. Perfect. He saunters to the Bar, where he finds a letter waiting for him:

From Loki of Asgard, to Loki of Milliways, Greetings.

Or if you're the less formal type: Hey Loki, it's Loki! <3 <3 <3

So, funny thing, I found myself in your multiversal bar while I was on my way to save Midgard from doom and misery (!), and....


The Bar offers him a drink without being asked, and he sips it while reading over his interdimensional mail.
 
 
11 August 2017 @ 02:31 pm
The door opens, and a dog trots through, stopping only to shake off a torrent of water from its fur. It's holding some sort of tentacle in its mouth. The tentacle is still writhing.

A few seconds later, the dog's owner steps through. Seeing where he is, Will breathes a deep sigh of relief and takes off his coat, shaking an even bigger torrent of water from it. After that, he and his dog make their way to the fireplace, where he immediately begins shedding as many layers as he can while still being in compliance of the "no nudity" rule, and hanging everything up on chairs to dry. From his boots, he pours out even more water.

With that taken care of, Will leans back into one of the sofas and tips his hat down over his eyes, hoping to maybe get a bit of rest after that ordeal.

[ooc: Wilford is from the Pirates of the Caribbean universe, and brings with him all of the monsters and mayhem from it.]
 
 
07 August 2017 @ 05:40 pm
The door works in the strangest of ways.

So when a certain someone is holed up in his room, his younger self, his much, much younger self, enters the bar.

Small and pale and undernourished, the elfin ten-year-old boy (who could be mistaken for even younger than that) is dressed in secondhand school clothes from a distant era: knickerbockers and knee socks, a cardigan and cloth cap. He stares at his surroundings with large brown doe eyes.

Has he been here before? Perhaps in a dream? Why does it feel so familiar, when the door shouldn't have led here at all?

But this is a pub, and the little boy knows pubs. He goes up to the counter, peeking over it on tiptoes, to look for the barman. But there is none. How odd.

Even odder is the glass of milk and the plate of cookies that suddenly appear out of thin air.

This must be a dream.
 
 
05 August 2017 @ 09:16 am
 
Wilford bursts through the door in a big hurry, holding a video tape in one hand and his .44 Magnum in the other. It takes about two seconds for him to catch Buster's attention, and then there's a flurry of excitement as Wilford runs up the stairs, with Buster following after him, barking and jumping all the way.

After a little while, they both come back downstairs and stop off at the bar. Wilford puts his gun down on the surface and gets a damp towel to try to clean some of the mud and blood off of his face. Only once his face is as clean as it's going to get does he think that maybe he should make sure that none of the blood on him is actually his.
 
 
31 July 2017 @ 07:22 pm
 
Fry slams the door behind him when he comes into the bar tonight, clutching a small black object. He looks around quickly, hoping to spot Gene, and then goes over to the bar.

"Bar, have you seen Gene? I need police advice or I might have to go on the run." he says.

This is the last time he takes advice from anyone with a pink moustache.


[ooc: Not plotlocked, but all threads millitimed to before Gene's]
 
 
31 July 2017 @ 10:23 am
 
Wilford is at the bar tonight, looking like a teenager who's been told to dress up nice for something. He got as far as a decent tie and actually styling his hair, and then gave up and finished his outfit off with a leather jacket and a pair of ratty old skate shoes. After the day he's had, he's occupying himself with an enormous steak and quite a lot of whiskey, while his dog continues to try to obliterate his baseball bat down on the floor.

[ooc: Mild violence, and casual reference to Westboro Baptist rhetoric in the link.]
 
 
29 July 2017 @ 09:49 am
 
Wilford walks straight to the bar, and immediately starts a quiet conversation with her. She's silent at first, just long enough to make Wilford think this isn't going to work either. But it has to work, because he has to get out of here.

Then, she presents him with a napkin, and the requested bright orange dog tag. Before he does anything with it, Wilford makes a few more arrangements with the bar. Changes that have to be made to his room, to be paid for out of Buster's tab. A few more quiet arrangements, and then Wilford kneels down to affix the tag to Buster's collar, in front of the purple one with his name.

I AM A PATRON
I LIVE HERE


Wilford sighs, and hopes that delays what will probably be the inevitable long enough for him to be able to come back. But he cannot stay here another minute. So with that, he walks out the door, leaving Buster behind to lick up crumbs beneath the bar.

[ooc: Wilford is not taggable, but Buster is, if you like.]
 
 
29 July 2017 @ 02:00 pm
 
 
Jim is at the bar again. He looks a bit more dishevelled than normal, and there's evidence of a rather spectacular fading black eye. But he's smiling just a little bit as he addresses Bar.

'I know what'll get you to let me out. But it's hardly fair, is it?'

Bar, it seems, has nothing to say about this. Jim's face twists in a flash of anger, but then he smiles again and asks for a couple of golf clubs. A driver and a putter. Both are provided, along with a large bag of balls.

Jim proceeds to drop one, set himself, and launch a beautiful swing straight at the Observation Window. Oh, he knows the glass won't crack, but it makes him feel better anyway. Then he goes outside, and starts hitting balls down towards the lake.

He'll be back inside later, not eating dinner. In the meantime, watch your heads if you're out on the grounds.


[OOC: catch him at any point, in or out. Open for a few days. :)]

 
 
25 July 2017 @ 09:11 am
 
Wilford's had a couple of days to really think about what Jim had to say, while he's been hiding out upstairs. The last time he had to do something like this, it didn't end well, and doing it now just makes everything itchy and restless. But nobody's come banging on his door to haul him away, so at least it's going better than last time.

He has to get out though. He can't stay here forever, and there are things he needs to take care of. If he can figure out how to take care of them, that is. He's not going to do that hiding away in his room, so he waits until morning to take Buster downstairs and try to solve his problem over breakfast. While Buster chows down on his usual breakfast of tuna and raw egg, Wilford has a quiet conversation with the bar. He suspects that maybe this place had something to do with the problem Jim caused, but he gets neither confirmation nor denial, and eventually gives up.

The problem — one of the problems — is that he can't keep Buster here. Too many people are prepared to snatch him up the second it looks like he's been left alone, which is what led to the problem with Jim in the first place.

Eventually, Wilford knows what he has to do. By then, the risk of having his hand bitten off because Buster is too laser-focused on his food to pay attention to where he's putting his teeth has subsided, so Wilford reaches down and untwists the tags from his collar, taking everything but the one with his name and giving them to the bar. That's only half of a solution though, but he has no idea what to do about the second half. So he sits back and waits for an idea to come to him.