12 September 2017 @ 07:46 pm
 
 
OOM:
Point of no return


Jim trips through the door, biting his fist to hold back a scream. Where has all the noise gone? He can't bear the silence, it's not natural. It's not....

...Dublin. Fuck. No. He wasn't expecting Milliways.

He disappears from the bar to try and keep out of sight. But the walls of the generic hotel room close in at once, no matter how much he paces, no matter how much he hits his head to make it work again. The rooms are silent and empty, and he can't bear that either, so he comes back downstairs.

Bar tries to offer a glass of water as he passes. He doesn't even see it, and just heads to the Window. It's busy out there but he can't hear it, no matter how close he presses to the glass. Knowing it wouldn't make any noise out there either doesn't help. He hits the glass. He'd break it if he could. He'd break everything if he could.


[OOC: Warnings for a mental break?]

 
 
 
28 August 2017 @ 12:57 pm
 
[OOM: You don't tell him. You don't tell John.]

Home, finally. This hospital stay was far too long -- and he can admit he made it longer through his own doing (John will not leave that particular point alone, now that they're both back in 221B) -- and it's a relief to climb his own stairs, lie in his own bed, pull on his own clothes.

And it's even more of a relief to open a door in his flat and find Milliways on the other side.


Sherlock Holmes is still looking a bit wan as he enters the bar, but there's no IV stand trailing behind him and the hospital gowns are put away. Back to normal, if his life can ever be called normal.

And there's a gift waiting for him, that he hasn't been able to pick up. First stop is at the bar -- "I believe there's something for me?" -- and he's presented with a viheula, one of the most exquisite instruments he's ever seen.

There's only one thing to do.

He has to learn to play this beautiful thing.

Sherlock sits on the floor near the fireplace to begin doing just that.


[ooc: NSFW warning in the second thread.]
 
 
28 August 2017 @ 08:33 am
 
"Yes, yes, I'll write the letter to go with it!" William Douglas backs through the door, laughing. "I'll do it myself, I can write, you know...oh." This is Milliways. Not the usual door. But fine, not a problem, Milliways is fine. Fine!

He has a bundle under his arm, which he sets on the bar as he asks for a bottle of wine and the means to write a letter.
 
 
12 August 2017 @ 11:13 am
 
Willie's already had a narrow escape from some...fairy servant...thrall...who-knows-what. Which really she should have expected, since she appears to have stepped into a magic land. Still, it's got her a little unsettled, along with--well, the whole magic land thing. It's a bit much, right? When you were just expecting to go into the kitchen and sort out why the porridge has been burnt the last three mornings running?

So she helps herself to a bottle of wine from behind the bar and sets up camp at a table where she can keep an eye on everything.

...You know, you have to say this for magic lands, the wine is really good.




((AU Week: William Douglas is Wilhelmine Douglas. It's her first time in the bar.))
 
 
11 August 2017 @ 07:46 pm
Ysalwen steps through the doorway, holding a stack of scrolls and books to be returned to the library. She makes these rounds every afternoon, walking up and down the corridors of the senior enchanter's dormitory, then the regular enchanters, then the apprentices.

Then she sweeps the library. But this is not the library.

It is not the Fade, either. It will never be the Fade again.

Ysalwen's arms are getting tired. She sets the books on a nearby table and seats herself there.

Waiting until someone comes to fetch her is all there is to do. Curiosity, you see, happens to other people.

[ooc: Tranquil!Ysalwen, at your service. Her write-up is here.]
 
 
01 August 2017 @ 11:01 pm
 
After drinking the night before with Cassidy, Cassian spent the night at Milliways. He woke not long before the sun from a nightmare, tried to sleep a little more before deciding to get up. At the counter, he picks up a thermos of caf and some breakfast then goes down into the garage. The Willix cover has left him wanting to remind himself of who he is and what he can do.

In the garage, he sets to work on the X-wing, he has a better idea what Anakin was going for and is able to get some work accomplished. Being able to fix a ship and understand it better is satisfying.

Later in the day, he finds the speeders that Jay had mentioned and spots the door out. With his leather jacket tight to his collar, he drives the speeder bike out into the back. Its not flying a ship but he has control and freedom. He does a circuit of the lake, a few turns in the forest and later ends up stretched out on the bike near the beach with his jacket as a pillow while he does some reading on his datapad.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor. Find him in the garage working on the X-wing, out on the speeder or relaxing on the speeder.
 
 
01 August 2017 @ 03:12 pm
When Cassidy comes down for his daily whiskey, this time he also receives a note on a napkin.

"If it's a bartender you want, luv, you might wanna consider someone else--"

Another note.

Cassidy sniffs, shrugs.

"Alright, then, if you say so."

If she's going to trust him with the inventory, well, that's a big vote of confidence. Besides, he has a huge tab to work off. He'll make the best of it.

HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS
Whiskey
Beer
Tequila, vodka shots


Simple, really.

One scruffy, tattooed secret vampire behind the bar, at your service.


[OOC: If your pup can sense supernatural 'otherness,' they may be able to sense that there's something off about Cassidy, but other than that he presents as human. And please, for now, no other vampire pups; I need to see what canon does with that first. Thank you!]
 
 
01 August 2017 @ 12:39 pm
 
Rome's been pretty good for William Douglas lately, just to guess from looking at him. He's gotten himself some new clothes, a jacket and a hat which he tosses casually onto the barstool next to him when he takes a seat. Then he plunks down a handful of coins. "Right, Bar, good to see you again. Now. How much whisky will this buy? In bottles that won't look out of place where I come from? --Grand, just keep them for me till I'm ready to go back, thanks. And do you have that book I was supposed to be reading?"

One of the bottles he hangs onto before Bar can tuck it away for storage; he pours himself a drink and settles in to try to concentrate on some serious reading.

...Within about five minutes he's gazing up at one of the television screens instead, and asking for something to eat.
 
 
21 July 2017 @ 09:42 pm
 
After Cassidy returned from a little excursion with Cassian, he'd immediately gone missing for several days.

Well. No. Not exactly.

He'd just been up in his room with a supply of spice, the good kind and the better kind. An embarrassment of riches, really.

Apologies to his neighbors who might have heard ceaselessly loud music and even louder, very enthusiastic one-sided conversations. And possibly arguments.

Late one evening, Cassidy finally comes downstairs, wearing a floral patterned bathrobe and blue pajama pants with an all-over Hello Kitty print (these were "borrowed" from the Lost & Found box). As he yawns and scratches himself, he flops down onto a barstool and orders a steak. Rare. Very rare. Like, it's still fucking moving rare.

Also, whiskey.

Anyone who comes near him will catch a whiff of some vaguely pepper-like scent.

[tiny tag: Cassidy, Cassian Andor, Baze Malbus, Chirrut Imwe, Galen Erso, Bernard Black]
 
 
20 July 2017 @ 11:17 am
 
William Douglas isn't always the cheeriest visitor to Milliways, but he's been in an ample good mood today and when he pops in this evening he settles at the bar with a smile.

He orders food and drink "--And a book. Why not." Let's have all kinds of education. Self-improvement. Broadened horizons. What had Joly said? That people argued about characters in plays? "A play. Christ no, I've no idea which, you pick something."

So he's comfortable and expansive at the bar, with some bowls of nibbly things, making not-very-earnest progress on a book. Easy to interrupt.
 
 
19 July 2017 @ 08:35 pm
oom  
((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.))
 
 
17 July 2017 @ 04:58 pm
 
 
16 year old Jim got a message from his older self, telling him chances to come to the bar would be virtually zero over the next month, so he'd better take one if it turned up. He didn't say why the chances would be zero, but that's par for the course.

So anyway, the kid's taken over a corner of the bar. There's a computer, a pile of junk food, textbooks, future!movies to watch and...apparently some fashion choices to make, if the magazines and bolts of cloth are anything to go by.

He's as botherable as he ever is. Possibly more than usual.
 
 
12 July 2017 @ 12:04 pm
 
After spending so much time with so many people during the county fair, Emcee needed time by himself to decompress.

Attention is like a drug to him. He'd missed that particular high, night after night, performing for a captive audience. But now that he no longer has a nightly audience, these days the highs are far less frequent, and the crashes are much lower. These days, the liquor and sex can only do so much.

(He misses other highs, too. But he's managing without them. Just about.)

It's a quiet early evening when Emcee settles into a deck chair on the back porch. With a glass of red wine and a basket of fried paradoxes on the table next to him, he lights up a cigarette and draws his knees up to his chest.

He's listening to classic Elton John through a pair of earbuds to drown out the silence.
 
 
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.))
 
 
05 July 2017 @ 07:03 pm
 
 
Jim circa. 1992 wanders in wrapped up in a thick winter coat, scarf, hat, gloves, the lot. Without missing a beat he continues walking, shedding clothes as he goes until he's in just jeans and a T-shirt, dumping everything else into a chair. Bar lends him a pair of swimming shorts and towel, which he swaps for a bag stuffed full of books. He takes a glass of lemonade with him, and disappears off to the Caribbean inlet for a good long swim.

He's back when the sun gets low, perched on a bar stool with a decent base tan, and dripping water everywhere. He wipes his face with the towel, and says, 'okay, can I see it, please?'

The Book of Kells appears in front of him. He uses a dry bit of towel to open it up, because ancient manuscripts don't mix well with salt water and he might decide to sell it after all. In the meantime, he'll brush up on his Latin and admire the artwork. What a lovely day it's been. 


[OOC: Catch him inside or out.]
 
 
02 July 2017 @ 09:32 pm
Outside on the grass, from the Scout Hut towards the beach, there is bunting and fairy lights and a large banner.

MILLIWAYS THIRD COUNTY FAIR

The fair is here for the whole week, and there's something for everyone, so come along and join us!



[ooc: OPEN TO ALL!
Threadhopping encouraged!

For further details, this post, and this post.

Horticultural show entries are now CLOSED.
Sports threads are now CLOSED.
Stalls/other are OPEN]
 
 
29 May 2017 @ 12:38 pm
 
"Aw, Jesus."

It's what, four in the morning, five? and William was on his way to take a piss outside, and grumbling to himself about how it was too damned early to be up but a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and now here he is in this place.

Which he hasn't seen in quite a while. Couple of months? More? Anyway, it's too early in the morning for this. He stomps grumpily over to the restroom, and then over to the bar to ask for some trousers or something because Jesus he's just in a shirt.

And once that is settled, some of that hot chocolate they've got here. Aye, with the wee white sugary bits on top, the mallows or whatever you call them. They're nice.
 
 
28 April 2017 @ 06:02 pm
 
After depositing William in the cells, Harry leaves a message at the Bar:

Friends of William Douglas may this day and night find him in the cells, where they have leave to visit him.

Harry himself can be found not far away if anyone has questions-- or just wants to chat.
 
 
27 April 2017 @ 02:19 pm
 
"--Papal envoy! A fucking papal envoy. The fucking envoy to fucking Rome!"

It's one of those entrances where the person is so busy shouting back over his shoulder that he doesn't realize he's walked into Milliways. When he does realize it, William Douglas stares wildly around the room and shouts again: "SO YOU'D BETTER WATCH THE FUCK OUT!"

Then he stalks to the bar.




((See backroom post. Warnings for violence and homophobia in the threads.))