milliways_bar | Apr. 22nd, 2008

Apr. 22nd, 2008

[OOM: Toure ye well; hark ye well, see
Where they are rubb'd,
Up to the nubbing cheat where they are nubb'd.

Warning for public execution.]

wolflord_andain

[OOM: In which a wolf and a Senator talk around the possibility of a plan.]

tragic_mask

-- Melpomene steps through, still smelling of smoke. The Muse of Tragedy is back, and she can't suppress a small smile as she flutters in.

The smile falls after a moment though. Unsustainable. And then her face is a mask again as she moves quietly through the room.

kevlar-diamond.livejournal.com

There was a living sculpture sitting, or rather, kneeling, on a chair. Before her was a glass of juice with a long, curly straw and a plate of sliced veggies. She was slowly eating a salad, if chunks large enough to spear could be called such. Healthy meals were a necessity now it seemed.

She was experimenting with salad dressings, small cups of various flavors around her plate were sampled as she poked and prodded things, and those she really liked? She was learning the names of.

Currently? She was on "Blue cheese".

[Tiny tag: Penance]

seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra took the time earlier to consult with Oracle about her new target in this mission. Oracle had expressed some surprise at who she'd ended up with, but had provided enough information to get Cass started.

Now she sits in the rafters again, looking down on the bar in search of her prey. Come out, come out, wherever you are!

[tinytag: Assassins]

mendanddefend_archive

Bob was up late fighting a Game last night, so he felt entitled to sleep in a bit. Dot was already at work by the time he woke up. He went downstairs, poured himself a cup of Java, turned on the TV...

And found himself watching a special report on Dot Matrix's secret pregnancy. Apparently, someone managed to stumble in on her regular checkup with Phong, and alerted the local media.

Bob's hiding out in Milliways now. He's not looking forward to dealing with Dot when she gets back from work tonight.

Current Mood: frustrated

gone_byebye

A package arrived at the Firehouse today for Egon, with its return address a government office in the Bahamas. Ray was there when he opened it. Funny, he didn't think you could mail that much pure bad news for so little postage...

Ray trudges into the Bar and orders his usual Green Stuff. After it arrives he gets out his holocomputer and riffles through some of the files before coming to the CAD program he usually works in. Anyone who glances his way will see the complicated schematics hanging in midair in front of him. Anyone who comes close and gets a really good look? Will spot the words 'Proton Assault Cannon Mk. 2' in tiny tiny letters at the bottom of the image.

Some days, even Ray has to admit that it just doesn't pay to chew through the leather straps.

[tinytag: Caprice Quevillion, Benjamin Grimm]

hermajestysfury

You do not get to be the age of Sir Nicholas Fury, he passed his sixtieth birthday some time back, and still be as fit as he is by sitting around and reading. Although he would, if asked, agree that he's too bloody old for this shit...he would also point out that it's all he knows and there is a comfort in the familiar.

So Sir Nicholas is out back doing training drills as best he can with no partner.

Tags: Sir Nicholas Fury, Penance, Scaramouch, the Irredeemable Ant

((Post will remain open until it scrolls off the page or zombie apocalypse, whichever comes first.))

acts_of_gord

[OOM: At Black Mesa, an act of absent-mindedness leads to an infiltration, a wager, and a discovery.]

Two days after the Kleiner incident- which, if Barney is to be believed, is probably just going to be the first of many- Gordon finds himself somewhere definitely not the New Mexico desert. Today wasn't an HEV suit day, so he'd planned on taking his lunch break outside in the balmy fifty-two-degree weather of late February. Hence the Science Team uniform: white lab coat, blue shirt, beige slacks, and red tie- although that last is probably not quite uniform spec.

Well, it's not outdoors, but it'll do. Gordon peels off the lab coat and heads for the Bar to see just how well this place can outpace the Black Mesa cafeterias this time.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, rod gallowglass]

unhingedwarlock.livejournal.com

There's a reason for that.

...because people, no matter how great, are still people. And teenage people, no matter how great they might become, are very often exceedingly moody and self-centered (otherwise known as annoying). The first is the result of hormonal imbalances, the body trying out new chemical formulae for the extended role it will soon be playing, that of Adult. The second? Some would say such a period is almost necessary, a behavioral adaptation for the time when a human being is biologically ready to find a mate and charitable feelings towards others are counterproductive at best when one is presented with the task of passing on one's genes.

It could also be argued that teenage angst is just a universal constant, instituted to allow people the time to get all their nonsense out of the way so they can eventually focus on being productive and in some cases, awesome.

For the moment, Rodney D'Armand, one day to be the single most powerful warlock in his universe, is a teenager. Dressed in the drab uniform of the engineering crew on the space freighter he's traveling/working on, he makes a singularly pathetic sight as he wanders in. He's obviously eaten an entire tray of lemons and when he realizes where he is, he growls before heading over to the bar and ordering a steak, rare, with a glass of cola.

[rod gallowglass]

eirenikos

Today is a special day for one of Eirene's relatives. She'd like to be able to celebrate it with the person in question, but her door is still locked (it was checked right after breakfast this morning), so the next best thing is doing something here. The tradition, amongst humans, was only started recently by immortal measuring, but Eirene feels it's a good one.

The petite blonde can be found outside today, wandering around in her tie-dyed peace shirt, jeans and sandals, with a bag; walking across the well-used trails and picking up any trash she might see. She's also probably talking to herself. Or, at least, the representative of an entity both planet and woman.

Come help celebrate Earth Day with the currently mortal goddess, or just drop by for a quick chat. She's happy with either.

[tiny tag: Eirene, Aeneas]
[mun's brain died, calling slow. Will pick up tags inna morning.]

fiery_ring

Things got rather exciting at school last night, though for once it wasn't Carlotta who was in trouble.

She's up in the rafters, enjoying a few quiet moments of acrobatics whilst she thinks of what to tell the head about what she saw. It's not that she likes the girl in trouble, but it wouldn't be fair to give the head a biased turn of events.

She pauses on one rafter, moving into her preferred upside down balanced position. It's much easier to think like this...

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

garbage-boy.livejournal.com

Sometimes, you just have to sit on a couch at the end of the universe and wonder if trilobites are kinda like crabs, or kinda like really weird beetles.

Maybe they're neither. Or both. The platypus of the prehistoric animal kingdom. They must have had misfits back then too, right?

Anyway. There's a streetclothes!Linguini onna couch, trying to do that hands-clasped-around-drawn-up-knees thing without actually getting his feet on the upholstery, and watching the trilobites. (From, okay, the other end of said couch. They're just a little weird, but it makes them a very apropos accent to the strangeness of Milliways. Nothing says "Aren't you glad we're in a glass tank?" quite like them.)

tragic_mask

Melpomene drifts in from outside, bringing a breeze in which flows around her bare ankles. She sits at a round table in the middle of the room, and sets down a box of cigarettes and glass of wine.

Her lighter flicks. As the smoke rises around her face like a veil, Melpomene begins to people-watch. Feel free to watch back.

[tinytag: ouranos, weyland]

command_dot_com

[OOM: You hear the bomb before it drops.]

The COMMAND.COM that enters Milliways is not a happy one.

A warning to all empaths and telepaths within a 25 pixel radius of her, Dot is currently an unholy cocktail of Pregnant Mom, BrideZilla, and just plain pissed.

If anyone wants to talk to her? She's going to be going to Ironhide's demolition crater and shooting off a few ~~hundred~~ rounds.

If you happen to see the Media Sprite responsible for her current mood...be sure to gift wrap him.

Current Mood: enraged

anchor-branded.livejournal.com

Demon hunters are not afraid of anything!

Joris' careful avoidance of one particular person-demon-angel-something in the bar is mostly due to a bit of a sulk. But sulking will not help Joris figure out a safe way to leave the bar- or at least a safe way to get past the swarm of demonically controlled rats just waiting right outside the front door.

So, with a new copy of Mim's List and a small, pocket-sized notebook, he is currently brainstorming a few ideas.

Most seem to favor the use of explosives.

... Well, it would work to some degree, at least.

[tag: Joris]

undignified

Specials
Bantha Blaster
Dark Side Daiquiri
Whyren's Reserve

The usual pile of Oreos on a plate may or may not count as a special; they're free for the taking.

Wes is behind the Bar, pretending to be productive by cleaning glasses. He's just special without the article in front of it.

[ooc: ~~here 'til a little after midnight gmt; happy to take slowtimes after that.~~
eta: skfjsf SLEEP, yeah, a little earlier than i said. slowtimes may not be attended to until thursday afternoon, je regrete, but would still be exceedingly happy to have them.]

guppy_sandhu

It's been another good day for Guppy. He managed to get two patients discharged in one day, which given how hard it is to find anywhere to put them, is quite an achievement. So many of the patients have nobody to take them home.

He's currently looking through a magazine of flowers.