milliways_bar | Jun. 22nd, 2008

Jun. 22nd, 2008

i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com

[OOC: Milltimed to a day or two after Boo's latest EP]

Boo misses Lellow Kake. But more than Lellow Kake she misses hugs and snuggles and things that mothers are known for and Lellow Kakes are also quite good at. And with the Lellow Kake not being around anymore.. she's missing the motherly things even more.

She eyes her door sometimes, while she listens to her iPod. Someone taught her how to use it and headphones so she's not blasting the entire bar with her music anymore.

After over a week of Lellow Kake absence, Boo decides that she'll do it - she'll go back home. So she packs her ~~Hello Kitty~~ Bill minibackpack with Kate's shirt, Kate's blanket, Mr Spiny, Kate's bear, the doorknob and Kate's watch. Then she goes through her sketchbook and tears out the picture of all her friends in Milliways, and the one of her and Lellow Kake together. She also throws in the toy train and her iPod.

Once she's all packed, she goes towards the door, opens it, looks around once more and steps through.

click

othercaptjack

[OOM: After the events of Countrycide, Jack takes a battered Ianto back to the hub to keep an eye on him.

Don't ask me whether Jack tells the truth at any point whatsoever.]

baron-ether.livejournal.com

Baron Ether is not out to gather attention today, dressed in a waistcoat and fashionable slacks, and completely lacking his hat. His cane rests at his side as usual, but today is a... well, it would seem it is almost 'Casual Saturday' to the Baron.

He sits at a booth, blueprints spread across the table as he makes notations here and there. The plans show a magnificent cog-driven exoskeleton, with long arms and big stompy legs, in case you get close to peer over his shoulder. He has no reason to keep secrets from anyone in this place, he feels. It is, after all, a neutral ground.

[tiny tag: Baron Ether]

whitest_witch

You all know the drill. She's been around, somewhere, just not particularly publicly. But she's in the bar now, sitting in a window seat with a glass of well-chilled white wine and a book. Perfectly botherable, if you're not put off by the paper-white skin, or the fact that she's seven feet tall.

wolflord_andain

[OOM: Mary and her classmates learn a few valuable lessons. Some of them even involve Latin.]

redcatalina.livejournal.com

A rather peaceful Catalina is seated by the fireplace. This time she does not have a book; her sword and dagger are resting near at hand, but she does not seem to be eager to use them.

The last few days were good, and she wants to enjoy the peace before going back home.

[ Catalina Erantzo ]

pwnuall.livejournal.com

There is a Crow, in the bar, at the bar herself. He's tapping the surface with one hand and using utensils to poke around at a bowl of instant noodles with the other. He's looking pretty sulky for the fact he gets to be in one of his favourite places ever. Sulky sulky sulky sulk sulk sulk. Wonder why?

Sulk sulk sulk.

D:?

[tinytag: minami ikki]

fabledcinders.livejournal.com

Someone's really not a morning person til after she's had her morning ~~coffee~~ time at the shooting range. Cindy's headed downstairs now, dressed in sweats, a gym bag holding her gun and ammo on one shoulder.
She's rubbing sleep out of her eyes with her free hand. Bother, if you like, but coherence may elude her somewhat.

laceandarsenic.livejournal.com

Gert is sitting at the bar eating a breakfast that consists of a packet of Oreos and a glass of milk, while Old Lace munches her way through roughly a dozen boxes of stale Krispy Creme donuts. Mmmm. Tasty.

snugglesoft

There is a small, cuddly, soft two-foot tall teddy bear wandering the bar today. He's cheerful and smiling and accompanied by the smell of freshly laundered clothes.

He might be looking for something. He might just be wandering aimlessly. It's kind of hard to tell, with teddy bears.

[OOC: If all your character needs/wants is a "drive-by" hug from Snuggle (like this one), this is the post to tag. I'll pick them up as I can, but feel free to assume you've been hugged once you've tagged. The bear will be around later for a proper EP. Thanks, y'all!]

[tiny tags: eirene, snuggle bear, snuggle plot]

a-day-of-sky.livejournal.com

Ella's first action upon coming downstairs today is to drop off a few things at the Bar.

( For: Truman Burbank )

( For: Gordon Freeman )

Having done this, she settles down over on one of the couches, with her arithmetic book.

Pepper seems to have wandered in from a rather ungodly hour of the early, early morning. Her hair's down, she's wearing pajamas and a bathrobe, she has slippers on her feet, and she looks something beyond the realm of tired. She's been given a cup of coffee, but she's eying it in a half-dubious way. Collapsing into sleep seems a little preferable to staying awake at this point.

In any case, she's set her Blackberry on her table, too, and is eying it with an equal amount of mild anxiety as she is the mug of coffee. There's always something to be doing. Then again, time does stop in here, so catching up on sleep might not really be a problem. At any rate, she's still awake and botherable for the moment.

[itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot ~~bikini~~ tags: ella harkins, virginia "pepper" potts]

a1enzo

Enzo is anxious to get back to school.

Yes, you read that right. Counterintuitive, we know, but his second term just started, and they get to play with guns this time! Besides, he's been here a week or so.

However, proper Guardian obligations trump mere training, especially when Milliways' time effects mean that training will still be there waiting. Thus, here Enzo is, and here he will stay until Hellboy returns from Arizona to pick up his kitten.

Enzo is, wonder of wonders, making another attempt at his Ancient History reading, while Bumbles gobbles down a small tin of something proclaiming itself to be turkey and giblets, with a powdered medicine garnish. Lest he wander off when he's finished, Enzo has gotten him a little collar and leash. The collar is black leather, with spikes.

What? Enzo likes fierce, intimidating animals, and Bumbles needs all the help he can get.

hadyougoing

Ava's starting to become mildly concerned by the fact that the mysterious door out of here has yet to appear. Sure, the magical now-you-see-it-now-you-don't beach is awesome, and unlimited access to virtually anything definitely isn't about to get old ... but there's this thing where she's supposed to be killing Sam and Jake so she can help lead an army of demons? Admittedly she's hazy on the specifics, but duty calls and all that.

You know how it is.

(Plus, it's really hard to get that sulfur smell out of fabric. Maybe Andrew has dry-cleaning tips.)

So she's sitting at a table by the door, sipping iced coffee and wondering with some anxiety exactly how long you're supposed to stay stuck here before you can leave.

eirenikos

After having a chance encounter with an anthropomorphic teddy bear, Eirene is feeling more joyful that usual, though it will probably be hard to tell. She's ducked out to check on her house bid and donned clothing more suited to her mood; namely a bikini underneath her favorite blue shirt and a pair of cutoffs.

She can be found down at the inlet this afternoon, sipping from a Long Island iced tea and just enjoying the sheer beauty of nature (and the water).

[tiny tag: Eirene, snuggle plot]

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

A bloke walks into a bar. Sounds pretty ordinary, right? But this is no ordinary Bar, which is all right, because this is no ordinary bloke, either.

John slides onto his usual bar stool in the back corner. With a pat and a mumbled word to the Bar, he orders his usual: double Bushmills neat, pint of Guinness, and an ashtray.

No, he's not going to eat the ashtray. But if you've ever kissed John, you might think he already had.

the_cupbearer

There's a beautiful, young immortal at the Bar, this evening. He's dressed for modernity, today, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and he also happens to be dramatically, dramatically drunk. It isn't hard to tell - both the unfocused, blurrily happy look on his face and the trio of decidedly empty bottles next to him give it away - but one might wonder how drunkenness ever became nearly that artistic in its appearance.

Ganymede wears it well, is all. At least on his features and movements, he turns the indignity of being plastered into pretty vulnerability, the mental numbness of it into mild, innocent confusion. Even sitting on a stool, nursing a glass of amber liquid and looking like he plans to do little else today but finish off his last bottle and then collapse, there is something about him that is...captivating.

His conversation, one should be warned, makes no such promises. He may have eternal life, eternal youth, and incredible beauty, but even his wit isn't at its sharpest, when he's brainlessly drunk.

mit-probie.livejournal.com

There is lumber, a book, and a probie set in a location around the lake. There is hammering and sawing. Following the instructions for the boat with great percision. Or at least he is trying. This is his first atempt and so it isn't turning out quite as planned. He might realize that in a few days or so.

Sweat beating down his brow. He is botherable. Just becare when you bothr him. We wouldn't want to see blood.

453-died-angry.livejournal.com

Midsummer - apparently. Attila's prepared to believe what he's told because the days are incredibly long and the night was very short.

He knows because he stayed up for all of it, taking his koumiss out to his favourite rock and marvelling at the pale rim to the horizon that lingered almost to midnight. A few short hours where the sky was the vibrant blue black of top quality lapis lazuli and then that paleness was back in the east.

Now, having done what needed to be done in the stable, he's back on the rock and yawning and contemplating a sleep - or possibly a trip to the bar for some beefsteak.

lil-green-apple.livejournal.com

Pomona crosses from the kitchen to the Bar, somehow balancing many pies in her arms. She places these on the bar with a few tentative instructions, and they disappear. Task accomplished, she exits the bar via the back door.

{Not actually a taggable EP, unless you want to acknowledge your pup's receiving their pie in the comments.}

werejusttall.livejournal.com

The pigs are guilty as sin.

He just can't prove it. They know it, too - damn pigs, smirking at him when they think he isn't looking.

But nobody, nobody needs that much boiling water for laundry - certainly not three bachelors living in what amounts to, a bit stereotypically, a sty. Of course the lawyers are involved now, screaming about anthropomorphic rights and unlawful interrogation techniques.

There are days he wishes he wasn't working nursery crime.

Near the end of his (never very long) rope, DI Jack Spratt, schlumps through the front door of what he thought was the local market to pick up some formula for Stevie.

...

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jack sighs and fumbles in the pocket of his jacket for his badge.
"Alright, who's in charge here?" It's like work hunts him.

stargypsy.livejournal.com

Tali is out by the target practice range, cleaning her pistol. It's been a couple of months since she used it - though, during the period immediately before that, she'd used it quite a lot - and she needs to check that everything is in working order.

Her father - known to most of her people as Admiral Rayya - taught her how to maintain firearms, and how to use them. The lessons began shortly after her mother died. Tali's father, who had been rather distant and reserved to begin with, grew even more so after he lost his wife. When Tali needed him, he hadn't really been there for her. She'd resented him for that, but she was too intimidated by him to say anything about it. And she'd been angry at him for that, too, until she grew old and mature enough to realize that closing himself off and throwing himself into his work was his way of dealing with grief.

One thing he did, though, was teach Tali to take care of herself. He placed a particular priority on that after Tali's mother's death, as if the event made him keenly aware of other vulnerabilities and other possibilities for loss. Tali's father made sure she was taught well, either by himself or a good instructor: Tali learned to appreciate that consideration of her father's, if nothing else.

She's gotten out of the habit of regular target practice that her father got her into. Foolish as it is, she's worried that he will discover this lapse when she returns home. She'd better start practicing again.

The pieces of her pistol are arrayed on a flat rock in front of her, and she's wiping them down one by one with a cleaner-soaked rag. Next she will oil them, then put the whole thing back together. She seems intent on her task, although she doesn't have to be: she's gone through this routine so many times that she could do it in her sleep.

[Tinytag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]

young_tmriddle

When Tom first walks into the bar, he's not in the best of moods, and it shows. He misses Ingress. She's been in Valdemar since the last week of May, and she's had a lovely enough time to beg them to stay just a little bit longer. She's coming back for certain next weekend. Fun holidays have to come to an end, as he and Door have explained.

It's going to be a long week.

Therefore, he seems a bit careworn. After a surpising encounter, the woe lifts from his heart. Tom now sports the goofiest grin imaginable. He hums a jaunty rendition of "Yes, We Have No Bananas" as he heads for the bar.

tobeclosetohim

Jo's late because her mun's RL issues suck. A lot.

Thus behind the bar, one always slender, sometimes violent, blonde bar tender.

Who's managing to scrabble on the board just at this moment;

Special

Anything with a double shot is half-off

And calling over her shoulder,

"Happy Hour!"

[Jo Harvelle

~~Apologies now if the night's threads aren't hot quick.~~ Post closes at 11:30. Slows or fades to follow. RL is crazy.]

snugglesoft

If you go out in the woods today, you're in for a big surprise . . .

In other words, the teddy bear is having a picnic. (And, yes, all right, it's more "by the lake" than "in the woods.")

But Snuggle has spread a freshly laundered blanket on the ground, and he has lemonade and cookies to share. (Though this does rather beg the question of how, exactly, a teddy bear with no teeth, esophagus, or stomach is going to manage to eat cookies.)

Feel free to join him. Snuggle just loves making new friends.

[OOC: Open for conversation and, of course, hugs. If you just need an ambush hug, please tag here. Thanks!]

[tiny tags: ava wilson, mojo jojo, snuggle bear, snuggle plot]

ostro_goth

[[OOM: A worse night even than usual.]]

Most of the day, under a large, overhanging rock by the lake shore, a grieving Goth is hiding. He is wearing his armour, and he has his axe close by; but he also has his harp, and from time to time he would play, but quietly.

Teja would not want anybody to find him, but he also would have open sky over his head.

[[OOM: What I said yesterday is still valid -- not a competition to cheer Teja up, or plot to find out what is wrong with him! You may tag if your charrie would be there believably, but he would be monosyllabic, grim, and if they said the wrong thing, he'd just walk away, rather than break into tears.]]

vyvyan

Vyvyan looks a little different when he comes into the bar today.

For one thing, he appears to have a pickaxe embedded in his head.

This doesn't seem to be getting in his way too much, though it's more of a stagger than a walk over to the bar before he sits down heavily on a barstool.

"I think I need an aspirin." he says, prodding at his new piercing.

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is... skulking is probably the best way to describe it.

Skulking near a corner, and eating a sandwich.

wheatencrown

Pomona made her a pie, this makes Demeter very happy on top of it being Summer.

The veil over her divinity has slipped and not been righted so she's followed by trails of ripeness as she sits down right outside the back door of the Bar to eat her apple pie.

She's saving some for Malcolm of course or anyone who wants some.

Tiny tag: Demeter