milliways_bar | Jun. 17th, 2008

Jun. 17th, 2008

Ianto looks like he faced a clan of cannibals and lost. There's bruises on his face and a cut on his neck, and it's clear from every step that moving hurts.

"Tea and aspirin?" he requests from the Bar, and takes both to one of the sofas by the fireplace to curl up and slowly drink the tea.

irredeemableant.livejournal.com

Eric has the remote to the TV/VCR above the bar and keeps hitting rewind and play to watch some music video that was left in the machine.

"This is possibly the best thing ever," he says.

Is Eric avoiding stuff back at Camp Hammond? Why yes, yes he is!

[tiny tag: Eric O'Grady]

livewithrats.livejournal.com

Krycek is downstairs in the bar proper today, sprawled out on a couch, Kazimir asleep on his stomach.

He is thinking like a thinking thing.

This place is beginning to seem less and less awesome. Krycek blames it on the fact that he's been bored out of his skull.

Sigh.

Being dead sucks.

artfowler.livejournal.com

Artemis has a very large package with him today as he ambles into Milliways. Not that he was expecting Milliways though. In fact, stumbling into the bar takes him quite by surprise but he recovers soon enough with a shrug and heads to the counter, dragging the box with him on a cart, to order a tea.

But back to the package: In its outside appearance it is just a plain ol' brown packing box about 165 x 135 cm in size. But it is not the packaging that is important - it happens to be what is inside that is.

Rembrandt's The Storm on the Sea of Galilee. It's quite beautiful really and well preserved, considering it's been missing from Gardner Museum since 1990.

It'll be kept in even better condition though now that Artemis has it.

Normally, you see, he might return (or sell - what is the reward at now, anyway?) such a valuable artwork back to a museum, but he's thinking of keeping it for himself this time around. At least for a couple of years; what could it hurt? Either way, he'll eventually return.

Now he just needs to find somewhere to hide it so his parents do not find out. Because really, he does not want to be grounded for this, seeing as how the Fowls are supposed to be doing legal endeavors and all now. But stealing from other thieves is not like stealing from a museum, right?

Right.

"...Bar, do I remember correctly that you rent out rooms?"

a1enzo

When Enzo asked Bob if he could stay in Milliways until he felt better, they both expected him to get back to school within a couple of cycles, tops. That, however, was before Hellboy entrusted him with the kitten.

So now he's stuck here for a few more cycles, caring for a tiny orange tom with a broken leg who, even if Hellboy didn't rather he remain undigitized, Enzo couldn't possibly hide at the Academy. That's okay, though. This is an Important Mission, and it does seem to have cured Enzo's function-sickness. After all, Bumbles is on the mend, and he certainly needs defending, mostly from his own clumsiness.

Come say hi.

[[OOC: Since Enzo is here all day and then some, so is the post. (I can't guarantee the same of the mun, though.)]]

nomorekaraoke

Someone had one too many gee-an-tees last night. Common sense, then, might dictate that someone does not seek out the bar behind the liquor cabinet - or in the closet, or behind the bathroom mirror; doors keep cropping up where he least expects them to - but someone isn't in the right frame of mind to listen to common sense.

Why?

Because Lady Bar is a darling, and she knows just how much water should go with that bottle of aspirin. He doesn't. Because math's tricky.

"Water, please, love. Lots of it."

Come see how many aspirins it takes to turn the demon's head back to normal size - figuratively speaking, of course.

[teeny tiny tag: Lorne]

Edit the last but not least: Bedtime it is, what with me living in strange parts of the world where the clock's set all wrong. But! This thread will be open for new tags 'til Friday, so keep them coming, people!

Also, slow-times apply, yes? :D

badinlatin

The general reaction to Mal's presence in the bar as his older self has mostly been one of...well, shock. On Mal's end, he's gotten to spend time with people he hasn't seen in quite awhile - at least, not in this context.

Kaylee.

Inara.

Right now, however, he's sitting at the fireplace, legs stretched out in front of him and far too comfortable to debate getting up to look around for people he may know.

[OOC: Off to bed.]

acts_of_gord

Yesterday was interesting, in a way that involved bullets and smoke grenades. It could have been a lot more interesting if the guards had been any better; Gordon hasn't had a helmet since the anti-mass spectrometer. For that reason, and for that reason only, Gordon excused himself from the work Fury and Rogers were doing and made for Milliways. "Bar," he says when he arrives, "are there records of patrons who could supply a helmet for this-"

He stops before he gets to 'suit', staring down at the familiar helmet that materialized in front of him.

"No, not like that. For combat in Fury's world."

A small pile of what amounts to gas mask parts materializes, and a set of tools.

"Firearm combat. With headshots."

The note that appears after that reads, in essence, we'll talk about that once you've finished with the respirator install. And since Bar refuses to communicate further or provide him with anything else except soda, a bowl of paradoxes, and over-the-counter painkillers, that means Gordon can be found at one of the better-lit tables, scowling and working on modifying his helmet in indignant silence.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

mitt-mittson.livejournal.com

It's been less than a month for Mitt, which puts him at about seven years and seven months, when he comes through the bar door. He pushes it open with his shoulder as he blows on his red and chapped hands to warm them up.

"Oh, for Ammet's sake," he eyes the bar wearily and winds the fabric guards back around his hands. "Couldn't y'ever catch me while I'm still flaming awake?"

He tucks in the end of fabric, and swings himself into a chair nearby. Mitt orders a hot chocolate from a passing waitrat; normally he'd go for a warm mug of cheap wine, but Peter was right--the stuff does taste good.

He's peering around the room to see if there's anything interesting he should go and check out. Quite botherable.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar is using some of her recent lessons on the initial part of optics to tweak Astatine a little bit. The drone is partially open, and beeping in a manner which implies that she's not certain she likes what is happening, but trusts Lissar.

Weirdest bluebirds ever indeed.

The dogs are spread around the floor in various states of exhausted. There was a lot of running today.

scurlock

The door opens onto a castle, if one looks close enough through the crack of doorway that falls shut after the man steps through. He wasn't expecting to end up here, of all places, and certainly not now.

Regardless, Josiah walks across the floor and has a seat at the bar. His beard is shaved clean, but a bit of stubble remains. Hair, trimmed a bit. Clothes, roughly the same style, but different. (Dark trousers, light linen shirt, new leather jacket.)

He smiles to himself as he orders a drink, a small glass of whiskey, then decides that he can take a few moments to enjoy it before heading back out and taking care of business.

OOC: Doc, if you're not aware, is not the only one inhabiting his body -- but exactly what is isn't clear, but to a few patrons. Botherable.

eirenikos

Eirene doesn't mean to fall behind the bar; but she's concentrating on not dropping any of the fruit currently being juggled, or hitting anyone with said fruit, so the sudden drop backwards comes as something of a shock. When she stands up, there is a napkin waiting for her with a prettily worded request. "Seriously? Well, sure. Is there a book I can look through?"

Which is when the Bartending for Dummies appears on the counter. Eirene flips through it for a few minutes, and then hunts up some chalk, scribbling specials on the board, and decorating it with a few flowers.

Tonight's Specials
Elephant Shake
Ginny's Slamming Goddess
Springtime

[tiny!tag: Eirene, Luccio, Metis, Scylla]
[ooc: ~~EP open until 11 pm MST. Ish.~~ Mun is going to pass out now. Slows welcome. Thank you to everyone who tagged.]

mything_person

Jerry is hauling a load into the bar today. The cart that held marking earlier is now awkwardly holding a beige tower, a precariously balanced monitor and a small box of connecting cables in a terrible tangle and a keyboard with mouse.

Next step, find an Autobot and test to see if video games ruin lives on a more immediate basis then usually suspected.

You'd think it'd be easier to find a giant robot. It's not like they shouldn't standout from the general crowd. Even here.

OCC:Open 'till it falls of the front, or a giant robot visits. Which ever comes last.

Tiny Tag: Jerry Lukacs

Current Music: Miles Davis - Mr. Pastorius

ostro_goth

Teja is in the forge, making surgical instruments from finely folded steel. Research, and design, have yielded results that he is now confident to actually put into practice, and make. For that young healer whom he respects deeply, only the best is good enough; and his work would, most likely, have to last her for a lifetime.

While he works, the door is open, and the cats are coming and going; now watching him, now going out to hunt. But they never disturb his work, no matter how curious they get -- one sharp 'NO!', and even curious Ferdinand retreats from the sharp blades.

Watchers, others that would work in the forge, friends, onlookers, potential customers or curious strangers are all welcome.-

walksthebounds

It's been a particularly loud day on Creema di Leema - every day's a holiday there, but some days more than others - and Jamie doesn't have the energy as he comes in to do much more than flop into the nearest booth and lie there looking pathetic.

Perhaps if he looks pathetic enough someone will come and help him acquire food? This is his hope, at least!

kevlar-diamond.livejournal.com

Penny kept looking at her claws as she drifted through the door. Said claws were clean, of course, but she just had to keep checking. It was the full moon, and her adopted father was insane.

Insane.

One slightly shocky mutant...sat down at a table and just kind of stared at the wood grain, not really sure what she was expecting.

[Tiny tag: Penance]

dr_temperance

Brennan is working through dinner. Again.

The FBI had sent over a packet of photos of a body dump site right as Brennan had been getting ready to leave the office (the remains themselves are due to arrive tomorrow morning). The photographer in this case had been especially prolific. No wonder, Brennan thinks, flipping through the photos. The body had been dismembered and scattered over a wide area. It’s going to take a while to go through them all.

Fortunately, Bar makes surprisingly good Indian food. And Brennan’s appetite does not seem to have been adversely affected by the material she is reviewing. She takes a bite of curry, a sip of tea, jots some notes in her file, and flips to a close up of an exposed ulna.

friend_of_lucy

His door isn't back, Tumnus isn't quite sure how he feels about that.

Milli Ways is lovely but its not Narnia even though Narnia is under a cold veil.

So he sits by the fire and drinks tea as he watches the door, looking at Lucy's handkerchief.

bringonthewonder

Angela has pulled two tables together and they are covered in piles and piles and piles of . . . stuff. Old magazines, photographs, broken jewelry, bits of tin foil, the odds and ends about forty tubes of paint, glue, glitter, stickers, postcards, a battered copy of Paradise Lost, feathers, silk flowers, dried flowers, a bottle of fennel seeds, some broken shells and sand dollars, candy-wrappers she saved from a trip to Italy three years ago.

She's going to do something with all of it. She just doesn't know what yet.

badinlatin

[OOMs.

In 2521, Mal and Kaylee have a chat about the future. In their way.

In...25??, Mal and Inara...do not talk, so much.]

[OOC: Insinuations as to sexual activity in OOM #2.]

alittle-priest.livejournal.com

[Outside: Jack is dead. Long live La Bete.]

[tiny tag: jack priest]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes out of the infirmary and heads over to the bar, where he gets tea and some chocolate biscuits.

He takes these to his second-favourite spot, next to the wall where he can't be snuck up on.

detectiveada.livejournal.com

Butch walks in then shakes his head he can’t believe he’s back in this place. It was interesting last time but this is getting ridiculous. He just wanted to meet Bobby for a drink and here he is. He’s also pretty sure Bobby has never been here. So walking to the bar her orders a beer and just sits on a stool looking around tipping his hat back.

[Tiny Tag: Butch Ada]

abar-starclog.livejournal.com

Carl's taking advantage of a quiet(ish) moment to update the contents of his little black book. He came across some interesting access numbers, the other day, and found out a few of his older ones have changed since he last checked, so he's getting the new information on file.
(Not that he's ever expecting to be able to use some of these - stuff like the Federal Reserve's encrypted beyond belief, as well it should be - but you never know what you might end up having to test.)
He's got his laptop, but it's not on at the moment. The people-watching's distracting enough, when he wants to look away from his work.

(Open till it scrolls off the front page.)