20 July 2017 @ 02:29 pm
The front door to the bar opens and in walks someone who hasn't been seen a whole lot recently.
Which isn't to say that he hasn't been around, but rather that he hasn't been seen.

Ninjas are wiley that way, after all.

These days he's a broad, bald, white guy who moves with the authority that comes with knowing that he can dish out more than most people can take, and take more than most people can dish out...punishment-wise. He's not dressed in black, exactly, but a very dark nearly-black shade of green, and on his thick black belt hang a pair of anachronistic-for-his outfit sai.

He moves towards Bar, and settles in his favorite spot by her side. 
A knock on her top is all it takes to order his favorite beer, a sandwich, and a first aid kit he's not entirely aware he needs yet.
(There's spot of darker than dark-green forming on the left side of his back, about midway down.)
19 July 2017 @ 05:37 pm
The one piece of clothing that Cassian has with him that doesn't fit with the character of Willix is his beat up flight vest, because it packs well and its warm, his identification is hidden away. Since the heating in his apartment doesn't work as it should, he opens the door with his vest on tight and sighs, he was hoping for the utility room but Milliways will work. He goes up to the counter, rubbing the back of his neck and gets a napkin.

"Fine, yes, but can I have some caf with whiskey in it first?" Cassian asks in Festian, when it appears, he goes behind the counter to try and think of specials as he warms his hands. At least here he doesn't have to lie as much and there isn't surveillance everywhere. The cocktail book is incredibly distracting and he soon has more options than he expected including ones from his galaxy that he's never heard of.

Vista Way Margarita
Double-Dip Outer Rim Rumdrop

Once the specials are up, he stands behind the counter and looks to see who's around in Milliways.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Up early as I found the SW's canon mixed drinks. Open until it scrolls or another happy hour goes up, whichever comes first.
15 June 2017 @ 01:02 pm
 So, things are still a bloody mess, and Jim is about dead on his feet. Once again, he did not intend to come to the bar and once more, here he is and unable to get back out. He doesn't have the energy to yell at Bar this time, so he goes upstairs and takes a shower and even tries to sleep...which lasts forty-five minutes, before he's woken up by his brain screaming about all the things that need to be done. Progress has been made, but he's not going to be able to rest until he's removed the people at the root of the issue.

So he drags himself back downstairs, and the door still won't open. He turns to look at Bar. She produces a sandwich, and a pint of cold water, with her usual silence except it still manages to be pointed. Jim grits his teeth, and slopes over to the nearest stool.

'Forcing care on people is a violation of their human rights.'

Bar does not seem overly concerned. 
"Well it's mine now." Bar produces another napkin-note; Loki reads it, eyes narrowed. "--Then I'll pay. There's money in my account. Roughly a bank's-worth. It ought to cover a single unarmed skiff. --All right, thank you. And the paint I asked for? Green. Mm."

Loki leaves the bar with a bucket of paint, shaking his head, and makes for the lake, where his skiff, the one that is definitely his and not Milliways property, is waiting. Thank you, Milliways, and thank you X.

((OOM link to adventures with Loki and X. Catch Loki in the bar or outside!))
31 May 2017 @ 10:02 am
Barry strolls in with his head bent studying a file folder in his hands. His expectation is to find his lab, when he looks up and sees Milliways instead he grins and promptly shuts the folder, tucking it under his arm and heading for the counter.

Fiber analysis for Captain Singh on the Olaf case can totally wait, right? Right.

Apparently it can, because when Barry slides onto a stool Bar presents him with a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, a tall glass of milk and a comic book.

Barry looks at the cover of the book and grins. Perching his Converse on a rung on the stool and grabbing a cookie, Barry opens up the comic to read it; file folder completely forgotten on the counter beside the plate.
30 May 2017 @ 11:25 am
[OOM: ...the guardian realized the way was open to the world.]

Danny enters and stops at the door, confused. This is most definitely not a tiny bar in whatever country he finds himself in. World geography had never been his strong suit and all he knows is he's down in one of the valleys below the mountains that hide K'un Lun. No, this bar is much more like what he'd find back home in New York City. Dazed, he only moves when a rat carrying a tray with drinks on it squeaks at him; side stepping and then spinning to take in as much of the bar as he can.

Help a new guy out?
18 May 2017 @ 12:53 pm
As promised, Baze does some light reading in the library about the Anzati, and drops a note off for X.

X )
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18 May 2017 @ 07:46 am
X settles at a corner table, Security badge affixed to her belt.

It's paperwork time.

(Or maybe research time into how Bar can possibly feed patrons that live on life energy. Surely there is a historical example somewhere.)
16 May 2017 @ 08:50 pm
At some point before he goes home for the day, Jim leaves a note at the bar.

X-23 )

There is a drawing of a cartoon Dalek at the bottom, and a boy attacking it with a wooden spoon. Also, a dog carrying a leg in its mouth, for no apparent reason. 

06 May 2017 @ 09:13 pm
[From here.]

There's something he has to do before they get back on the road - one last thing, one last time. Dean had agreed when Sam suggested it.

He walks through the door into Milliways alone, with a duffel slung over his shoulder. In his hand he carries a notebook. (Ruby's knife is sheathed and out of sight under his shirt, seated at the small of his back, in easy reach.)

Sam takes a seat at the bar, one with a good view of the room, and orders coffee. He's got a lot of letters to write.

[ooc: open until it scrolls, or longer if needed/wanted. This is Sam Winchester's last visit to Milliways. thanks!]
02 May 2017 @ 10:54 am
When he enters the bar today, Kylo is slightly shocked at how much he feels in the Force. It's stronger than his last visit. This requires some looking into.

To do so, he's slowly and quietly creeping his way around the bar proper, for now, to see if he can determine any source of what he feels. If there's nothing inside, he'll try the outdoors later.
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30 April 2017 @ 09:57 pm
Garnet walks into the bar.

She (she will do, as a pronoun, though it doesn’t mean quite what it does for humans) is tall and dark and impassive. She is bemused—what is this weirdly ordinary-looking place, and how has it supervened upon the Crystal Gems’ portal? She is concerned—is there someone or something at work on their portal, perhaps some technology from Homeworld? She is, perhaps, a little entertained, especially when she looks at the welcome brochure.

None of these feelings show on her face, as she walks in with Pearl.

Pearl, a step behind, is a study in contrasts: fluttering along, visibly and vocally concerned. "Did it work? Do you see it? Oh! It worked! We're here! You see, just like I told you!"

"I see," is all Garnet says.

There's a fireplace, filled with fish. Garnet and Pearl gravitate there. It's good a place to stand and view the bar--and also the fish.

[ooc: tag in for Garnet, and for the occasional Pearl popping in at will, since Pearl-mun is away for a bit!]
30 April 2017 @ 11:30 pm
[[After Chirrut and Baze got into fisticuffs with Teja (who then got his ass handed to him thoroughly by a blind old monk), X-23 intervened, and the two Guardians ended up in the cells, where they can be visited.]]
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28 April 2017 @ 01:29 pm
Here's the thing:

Chirrut Imwe has never learned to swim.

He's never needed to, not really. The only body of water big enough to properly swim in close to NiJedha was in the kyber caves, and it was cold enough to freeze a man solid within minutes.

So he never learned. It never became an issue.

Except now he lives (non!lives? after-lives? The terminology is difficult) in a place that has an abundance of water. Logic says that the blind man should just avoid the lake, or the pools, or the spa, because there's this saying about old dogs and new tricks. Chirrut may be called a mad dog sometimes, but he's also getting to be that proverbial old dog.

Chirrut never liked sayings like that anyway.

So this morning he laid out his plan to Baze with tactical precision, - finding a place that was a more controlled environment, tempting Baze with warmth, and then off-handedly noting that if Baze was too busy, he could go himself, it would be fine.

This would be why there are two Jedhan men, dressed in swim trunks, at the edge of one of the spa's heated pools. They are both battered and bruised - Chirrut's ribs are mottled to every color of the rainbow, Baze's face is sporting a heavy bruise and his hands are wrapped securely against further damage.

One of them is sure it can't be as hard as everyone is making it out to be. The other one is not so sure. They might not know they need help, but it would be advisable. Or at least, watching them flounder should be entertaining.

(tiny tags: Baze Malbus, Chirrut Imwe, Dodger, Mark)
20 April 2017 @ 10:49 am
A door swings open. Beyond it, a glimpse of swirling blue-green shot through with fire, and the coldness of space. All the air in the room--and definitely all the loose papers and bar cloths--seems to rush towards the door. And then someone hurtles through at high speed. He skids across the floor and rolls into a crouch as the door slams shut behind him.

It's all very dramatic, in other words. Big budget special effects.

The man pulls himself up from his crouch and takes in a slow shaky breath. So. A place. He's in...a place. It might even be real, a real place, not just something in his head. He smooths his hands down his sides and comes away with a sharp knife clutched in one.

So like....hey Milliways. What's up.

((Oof, all right, bedtime for now, but I'll be back tomorrow! Thanks for the threads and good night! baaack <3))
18 April 2017 @ 04:13 pm
Some people, if they were in the bar when Jim Moriarty was last around, might have noticed a few events. Such as Jim getting his baseball bat smashed by a magic hammer, and Jim himself getting carted off to the cells.

(Thor is many things, but subtle is rarely one of them.)

Some time later, Thor emerges from the Security office, with a look of suppressed exasperated annoyance that makes him look rather like a very shiny and warrior-like teacher of thirteen-year-olds.

He leaves two notes with Bar. The first is a note from Jim to Sherlock, written in pink crayon: Locked up again, darling. Two nights. You don't have to visit, but can if you like. xxx

The second is one to X: My friend, I trust that you and yours are well. I wished to inform you that I have arrested Jim Moriarty for violence attempted upon an innocent creature in the bar. My sentence was two days in the cells, but if you wish to alter it to something you find more creatively fitting, I make no objection. I did not increase his sentence for being annoying, but I was sorely tempted. By my hand, Thor Odinson.

[OOC: First link goes to an EP that contains animal abuse; second link just goes to a visiting post for Moriarty in the cells. He'll be there for two days, and it's open to visitors! Edit: probably going to be at least some references to animal abuse in the Wilford thread in the comments to this post, too.]
12 March 2017 @ 10:34 pm
Loki is settled, and Thor is --

is --

Thor has too many feelings roiling inside of him for calm, and nothing at all productive to do with them. And the longer that's the case, the less easily he can keep all those feelings inside, and keep a calm head for everything needs to be done. He knows this. He's been ready to punch something, to batter the world into a better shape, since Loki in Hal Monmouth's flu-ridden body first croaked brother? from the floor.


There's a thunderstorm outside: boiling clouds, lashing rain, lightning leaping from cloud to cloud. And there's an Asgardian inside, roaring.

Later, when the rain has slowed (but not yet stopped), and the clouds have lightened (but not yet parted), Thor is sitting on a rock on the far side of the lake, well away from the bar and easy passersby, slumped with his forearms on his knees and his head bowed. He'll straighten up if anyone comes by, and he'll go in soon, but -- not quite yet.

[OOC: IMDB flu-related, though Thor himself is not currently suffering from it. Open to threads either when he's in the storm or after, but when he's in the storm he's not likely to respond much or at all, so it might be just a reaction post kind of deal. Afterwards, he'll respond to friends, but non-friend threads will probably be quite short, though they're still welcome if you want to take your chances.]
19 February 2017 @ 09:43 pm
Deadpool is sitting on a comfortable couch by the fireplace. He's surrounded by a pile of sharp objects. A couple swords, a combat knife, several pouches full of throwing knives, a few shuriken...you get the idea.

He's industriously cleaning, sharpening, and polishing all of them. It's a lot more focused energy than you usually see from Deadpool.

Oh wait, he's humming In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida under his breath, and occasionally doing an air guitar solo. He's probably fine.
01 February 2017 @ 06:01 pm
Another day, another city. He's not sure how long he'll be in this one - weeks, maybe a month or two, if he's lucky. He hasn't been lucky for a half-year or so now, but there's nothing to do about that except stay ready, and move when he needs to.

He'd picked the apartment because it was high up in the building. He prefers it that way; it lets him watch from various angles and lines of sight when he needs to, and gives him quick access to the roof and escape.

Not that he can see much from inside at the moment, of course, having just finished taping newspaper -- multiple thicknesses -- over the windows. It helps; the lines of text and distortion of blurry newsprint photos disguise any shadows that he might cast from within.

James takes a moment to look around. It's got everything he needs; sleeping bag unrolled on the cheap mattress in the corner, the windows (now covered), washroom no bigger than a closet, kitchenette barely bigger than that, even complete with the unimaginable luxury of a full-size fridge...

... ah. Food. Right.

He's not hungry, but food's the fuel that's necessary to keep going. It's too late to go to the market now, though. Instead, he goes to the apartment door, and opens it into Milliways.
23 January 2017 @ 02:04 pm
Looks like the long, shiny, well-muscled and highly photogenic arm of the law won this round: Thor came, saw, checked with his boss, and, inevitably, conquered. Darn it! But the nice thing about Milliways is that it isn't sixteenth-century Spain, and the worst that happens is they make you wash some dishes. No flogging, no branding, no executions!

...okay, they make you wash some dishes and give the money back. That part stings. It really does. But it's a cheerful, if slightly damp, Miguel who settles himself down at the bar after his dishwashing shift and tunes up his lute. Guitar. Cittern. Lute. "So what is Wonderwall, anyway, Bar?"

Unfortunately for us all, she gives him sheet music.

((Sorry, we would have wrapped this up sooner, but everyone involved had some busy spells! Tulio-mun is only partly around right now, but will tag in when she can.))