milliways_bar | Sep. 19th, 2006

Sep. 19th, 2006

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

Main Man at the bar.

Having an ale, and cleaning his guns.

Big guns. And they are not overcompensation for anything.

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

A certain young lady, occupies a booth, in a not-so-shadowy corner.

She does not have a drink.

Dare you...

latino_menace

Millitimed to...the last time the muns were awake at the same time, so about two weeks ago: After this conversation in the bar, Random eventually comes home. There is comfort mixed with patronisation, until the full extent of the hurt is somewhat realised. And then there is an attempt at...something, and an agreement reached. Reconciliation is not an accurate word. Ramon goes home to tell Random the...good?...news and there is much tired relief on his part and general rambling on the past from both sides.

[OOC: Warning for a little bit of violence in the first thread, otherwise none needed. And on that note...the first thread is made of awesome. Madb and Steph rock everything with that one. *recommends*]

withamagicword

[OOM: Billy and Cassie's Wonderful Adventures: Elsewhere - Millitimed to the 29th of August in Bartime, because we are just that slow sometimes...

Billy and Cassie meet up, ready to go to her world. They arrive in her dorm room on a Thursday, and then get him a place to stay, then they go to the mall!

On Friday, Billy spends the day wandering, Cassie spends it in class, and they meet back up again to discuss things. On Saturday, they go to the beach and just enjoy each other's company. On Sunday evening, they go on a real date, with movies, dinner, and dancing, and they grow closer yet...

On Monday morning, they decide not to go back to Milliways just yet...

...but their plans are thwarted, and they are returned to Milliways and bound, the day they had left. Adventure occurs, powers return, and revelations are made, before snuggling is had.

Warnings throughout for cuteness, teenage romance, silliness, mush, and general Billy and Cassie-ness.]

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was laughing as he stepped through the door, "No, I'm telling you Grog is basically lemonade with rum in it, or pinapple juice with rum, just what...ever... right. Guess I'll stay here a while."

He whistled to himself, closing the door behind him. He was wearing a ruffly-fronted shirt, nothing new there really, but he was wearing an almost-military styled short jacket over it and the biggest hat he'd ever worn, it was a felted tricorn with an almost pearlescent green ostrich plume bouncing jauntily off the back.

He got a mug of rumless grog from Bar, who gave it to him with a paper umbrella and a small dish of butter-rum flavored caramels, before making his way over to one of the smaller tables to sit and watch for a while.

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Talk Like a Pirate Day was created in 1995, and didn't take off till some time later. So it's no surprise that Knox, a denizen of January 1990, has absolutely no idea at all why the Bar has given him a bottle of rum instead of a beer.

He stares at the rum, and eventually pours a shotglass of the stuff. As long as the Bar isn't charging him extra, he's okay with it.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells should be looking for Arithon. He'll do that later. Right now he's trying an experiment. When he'd first been infected (regardless of how Angua might ever have seen it, he will consider his condition an infection to his dying day), he'd taken to running as a means of 'feeding the wolf'. Doing something both tiring and almost purely instinctual bled off the worst of the urges that came at him out of nowhere. He's since learned to deal with those urges. They're on a short, stout leash and he has no intention of letting go.

Unfortunately, the rest of the world is not so easily controlled. A beast on a leash in the middle of a great city is in a bad position. If something isn't done, it's likely to grow so crazed with frustration that mad strength will let it slip its bounds. Wells is all too aware of that danger; London's pressed in on him more and more with every passing day. He's been trying to cope by coming to the Bar when each day is done. It hasn't been enough, so today. . . today he's going back to beginning. Start in the morning and pray that you can bleed off enough to get through the rest of the day without the wrong part of you winning.

Thus, those who look out the back door are likely to catch sight of a middle-aged Englishman in T-shirt, trousers, and combat boots running around the lake at a speed that implies his life depends on it.

There's a good chance it does.

underdarkangel.livejournal.com

As Drizzt enters the bar proper from the lake his attire is changed from his normal silver chain mail and forest green cloak to a light blue open front tunic with long sleeves, brown leather gloves are placed on his bare hands and his unicorn buckle sword belt is replaced with a standard sword belt with his scimitars hanging loosely from his hips.

"What in the Nine Hells?"

Looking down at Guenhwyvar, Drizzt bursts into laughter while Guen gives him a scowl that would under normal circumstances send most men running in fear. However with a Pirates Eye patch on it just looks silly.

So there is currently a Piraty Drow leaning on the counter for support while laughing his head off at his panther companion who is trying in vain to remove the eye patch over her right eye.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

He walks in, expecting to get himself some lunch and perhaps an ale or two before he has to head back into the mountain of papery death.

It hits him almost like a blow. Light cloth is exchanged for heavier, leathers and chain mail. Where his head was bare, now it bears a helmet of heavy metal. He wasn't wearing a sword and now he's got a heavy axe at his side.

"...why am I dressed like a Cherek?"

anotherlifebro.livejournal.com

[OOM: Odysseus was but a mortal man, with honourable intentions, wishing just for safe passage home. Rated S for Spoilers, Swearing, and crazy Scottish people.]

zodiacgod.livejournal.com

Akito is sitting somewhere in the back of the bar, palms fastened firmly to his ears.

He has no idea what the hell everyone thinks they're doing talking in such a retarded way, and is reluctant to order anything for fear the food is tainted.

And people call him crazy.

pretty_honoka

Honoka is sitting at a table, reading the manual for a long-range scanner which is on the table in front of her.

Yes, she's one of those people who actually read the manual. Shock, horror, etc.

the_lioness

[OOM: Bright and early this morning -- perhaps too early, according to some parties -- Adam and Alanna share their news with Jon. They are smug, and Jonathan laughs hysterically. Alanna might not be so smug, however, when she realizes what map she gave her king by mistake.]

damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com

This place again. Mugen wonders what the hell is up with this pirate shit, or at least he thinks it's supposed to be pirate shit. Back when he was a pirate, they didn't advertise it by going around talking like they were all hot shit or nothin'.

Anyhow.

He sits his ass down at the bar and orders some dumplings 'cause pirate or not, a guy's gotta eat. Back and forth: he's been back and forth a bunch of times. This place, home. This place, home. Not that he has a damn home or nothin' but still, this place, Japan, this place, Japan. That's more like it. Same old shit out there: a little fighting, a little stealing, a little messing around, a handful of silver monme so he can eat here, there, buy a chick or not, find a place to eat, have some damn tea.

The usual.

He ain't done pirate shit in a long time -- not since Ryuukyuu -- and he ain't gonna pretend to be one now. Nope, he's gonna sit here on his ass and eat and hopefully no real weird chicks will try and drug him or steal his money or none of that shit this time.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

She's barely even through the door before Paige's robes suddenly change into a completely different and very skimpy outfit.

She looks down at the dress, which looks like a sex shops idea of what pirates wore and sighs, the timing couldn't be much worse, she recently had a run in with a bunch of pirates that hd left her rapidly aging and close to death, still at least she knows that won't happen here. "It's not Halloween again right?" she asks no one in particular before towards Bar where an eye patch appears.

"You can't make me put that on," she points out.

A note appears spoil sport.

"Fine," she mutters and puts it on.

If someone would like to explain what Bar's up to now she's really appreciate it.

ten_of_swords

[OOM: The Becoming of a Queen: Mary Anne Bell takes her place among the tarot cards as the Queen of Swords. This is followed by every awakened card welcoming her into the family.

Warning for the second thread being slowtimed and in progress.]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie in the bar, looking... more or less like an Archie, as as far as he's concerned, pirates look and talk much like any other sailor, if perhaps a little more smelly on occasion. He does however find an eyepatch has appeared along with his tea this evening. It gets a rather incredulous look as hi sips the hot drink. There may be some rum in, just for good measure.

not-a-wizard.livejournal.com

Here again.

With his head in his hands and his eyes closed, leaning back against a tree out by the lake. Someone's been stretching themselves a little too thin again.

e_delmar

It ain't that cold out yet, but Ennis' back by the fire, with that old blanket o' his on his lap. His coffee's nearby, as is a burning cigarette, but he don't seem to be paying much attention to either of them.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Yarr, mateys! Seems a certain vampire isn't too pleased with this particular holiday (it could - just could - be the fact that her outfit seems to be a cross between this and this).

So Mal's perched on a barstool, staring glumly into a bottle of rum and attempting to become invisible.

Make even one joke about wenches, and she'll probably bite you.

anotherlifebro.livejournal.com

[OOM: "Here's the real question, Desmond -- do you have the courage to take your finger out of the dam and blow the whole thing up instead?" Rated M for More Spoilers, More Swearing, and More Crazy Scottish People. (Well, person.)]

OOC: NO REALLY. SPOILERS. Shouldn't be a problem since the new series starts ~~tomorrow~~ next week whut, but -- you've been warned.

anotherlifebro.livejournal.com

Occasionally, at the bar at the end of the universe, you get entrances accompanied (or preceded) by an explosion.

This ... is one of them.

This is, however, also one accompanied by a very bright flash of white light and an annoying buzzing sound (below the sound of the explosion), just before the door slams shut.

It's also accompanied by (or rather consists of) a man being thrown into the nearest set of table and chairs, and consequently curling up into a loudly-swearing ball of human pain.

It's Desmond.

He doesn't know where he is, yet.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Golden Goddesses, Part 4. After an afternoon of 5th Avenue dress shopping, Indy and Meg attend a glitzy museum fundraiser for the unveiling of the idol exhibit. Unfortunately, the main attraction does not comply.]

balletrat

A second ago, there was an empty space in the bar; now it's gone, replaced by Indy and Meg, both of them dressed to the nines and looking decidedly worse for wear.

Meg's barely set foot in the bar before she's racing off to the bathrooms at top speed, hitching up the tight skirt of her dress the better to run; when she returns a few moments later, at least a little of her irritation seems to have disappeared.

Indy, on the other hand, with his swollen fingers and despondent air, doesn't look like anything as simple as a trip to the bathroom is going to cheer him up. He heads straight to the bar and orders a stiff drink.

pirate_jack

The news he'd gotten last night had been anything but cheerful, and that may well be why there's a grim set to his expression when he strolls in through the lake door.

It lasts for all of three seconds, if that long. That's all it takes for Jack Sparrow to take in the sight of the room and realize that a certain holiday's come round again.

Laughing wildly, Jack saunters up to Bar and gives her an elaborate bow, then pats her surface in approval as a bottle of rum appears, along with a few glasses.

"Lass, there's not another like you. Never stop."

He picks up one of the glasses and pours it full, then sets it down on the bartop with a wicked grin.

"Now that there's for you, savvy? Drink up, me hearty -- yo ho!"

Suiting actions to words, Jack lifts the bottle and takes a long pull for himself.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Wellard is in the bar, taking in some of the other patrons' dress with a bit of amusement. As for him- he is dressed as he usually is.

(Not a navy uniform, but a shirt, waistcoat, and trousers of similar cut, in dark colors.)

You see, something to realize about pirates, if often times they look just like everybody else.

try_corsets

It has taken most of the day, but Elizabeth is finally able to leave her room without clutching the wall for support. Last night is but a blur, a series of images involving a man with a knowing smile claiming to be the Antichrist and supplying her with an oddly bright drink capable of stealing the wind from beneath an angel's wings, or something like that.

Elizabeth did learn one very important lesson last night: never accept a drink from a madman calling himself the Antichrist, real or no. There are worse things than rum.

Making her way into the bar, Elizabeth groans and shields her eyes from the light until they adjust. There's something about the atmosphere tonight that reminds her a great deal of Tortuga. A word here, an eye patch there -- she blinks and quirks an eyebrow as she takes a seat at the bar.

Bloody pirates, she thinks automatically but without any heat. Clad as she is in the clothes she had been wearing during the battle, Elizabeth is aware that she looks more pirate than lady. It should bother her, but it very much doesn't. She might investigate the ramifications of this when the headache goes away.

smallestopener

Ingress likes to dress up.

Some days, Ingress likes to dress up as a pirate. This is one of those days.

This penchant for dressing up does not, however, explain why Tom, who walks in with his sword-wielding pirate lass, is suddenly sporting an eyepatch.

The last time he turned into a pirate was at Halloween. That was most interesting indeed.

OOC: Yes, a double post and I am fated, no doubt, for slowtime land. But la!

lvpd_sidle

Sara's back from vacation.

"......Milliways."

Appearance to the contrary.

Suiting clothing to actions, she heads over to Bar. "Rum."

mogget_cat

It is a well-rested not'cat who insinuates himself into the bar room, tonight.

A well-rested not'cat who was perfectly happy not wearing an eyepatch and a bandanna around his neck.

Swaggering as much as one can swagger on four paws, Yrael makes his piratey way over to Bar. "Barrrrr, ye great beauty, why ye be treatin' yer friends so cruel? We ne'er done ought to deserve it, aye?"

The consolation prize tonight seems to be a tankard of rum.

Current Mood: Piratey

rigthegames.livejournal.com

Arrr!

~~Dread Pirate~~ Sands is in the bar, looking completely unimpressed. It’s not the frilly shirt causing him such consternation, or even the tricorn hat perched at a rather jaunty angle on his head (and let’s just pretend there’s an icon showing him in his piratical splendour, as the mun hasn’t any room).

Instead, he’s glaring down at the glass of rum in his hand.

Softly, “But why's the tequila gone?”

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

YA-AR!

WHAT in the name of bellowing goblins and skeletal fish tails is GOING ON?!?!? Lock Shock and Barrel have EYE PATCHES AND PIRATE HATS on their HEADS.

YA-AR!

[ooc: Alrighty, that's it for me I guess, my connection is all but dead. Talk to you guys tomorrow, and if you're so inclined, go ahead and tag and I'll catch it on Thursday after class.]

gone_byebye

There's a lot of people wandering around today with eyepatches and skulls and crossbones on. The fact that the Bar seems to have seen fit to bestow baggy red pants and a brilliant yellow silk vest embroidered with red dragons upon Ray instead may be a bit peculiar. The same goes for the red-and-yellow cap with the green trim. One can only hope that the long black braid in the back is attached to the hat, because it looks a little too much like Bar grew it out of Ray's actual hair.

"Néih hóu, everybody!" he calls out cheerfully as he heads for the Bar.

There's more than one way to talk like a pirate.

(OOC: And the mun is way too lazy to make an appropriate icon. So sorry.)

http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/

Estsanatlehi bounded into the bar in her usual exhuberant manner. Or, at least, the usual exhuberant manner for when she was eight. Which she was. And dressed like a pirate because this was the best day ever.

She promptly plopped herself down in front of the fire, hat, eyepatch and all, to watch the rest of the patrons.

She might have piratical corncakes to share if anyone's interested. Better than hardtack at least.

argyle_princess

Hannah is just entirely too...pink to be a pirate.

Sadly.

But she's in the bar tonight, looking around, a little confused.

"This is just...weird."

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes in through the front door, and makes his way towards the bar.

"Yaargh!" he says, then blinks, and clears his throat.

"Tea please... m'hearty. What the hell?"

He glances down, aware that he is suddenly dressed in a sailor's uniform, with a large plastic parrot on his shoulder.

Current Mood: confused

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was back, or, probably just 'still there' still wearing his ruffly shirt, demi-navy jacket and felted tricorn hat with the rather magnificent pearlescent green ostrich feather sticking off the back. He grinned, going to get another pocketful of butter rum flavored caramels from bar so that he could distribute them.

shufti

Alongside the ~~port bow~~ trilobite tank there be Shufti and Jack, the wee landlubber learning to find his sea hands and knees with a little help from his ma.

So far the littl'un hast only succeeded in landing on his nose, but he be learning. ~~Yaarh.~~

stilljustandrew

*There's the sound of sneakers thumping down the stairs, which turns into the heavier clump of seaboots as it reaches the main bar.*

*Andrew stops just inside the room, and one hand goes up to touch the hat that's just appeared on his head.*

*Well. This is new.*

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

A takeover in business refers to one company (the acquirer) purchasing another (the target).

A (hostile) takeover occurs when a company attempts to buy out another whether the management of the target company likes it or not.

A hostile takeover may presage a corporate raid.

He looks damn smug in midnight black (not every pirate wears an eyepatch and a fancy white shirt) Armani, with a tumbler of overproof rum from 1810.