Out of Milliways: By the lake
Jul. 15th, 2008 12:43 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com((OOM. During some afternoon sunbathing, Goldy makes another feathered friend. A nickname is mooted, a criminal back story is shared, and a face is revealed!))
Jul. 15th, 2008
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Jul. 15th, 2008 01:24 amrebel-falcon.livejournal.com[OOM: The blind don't lead those who can see, and captains don't lead strike teams.]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 01:30 amderewigejude.livejournal.comOnce more, the door swings open and the wanderer steps in. The clothes are different but still dusty form the road; the weariness in his face and posture is the same.
But if you look closely and if you have met him before, a twinkle of sanity can be seen in his eyes. Almost like he has something to hold onto, something that prevented more of the last tatters of mind and soul from being flayed away.
No, he is not better than before, but he is not worse either. His feet carry him to the counter, where Isaac places a single coin and receives this usual mug of broth that is consumed mechanically, as one would take an unpleasant but necessary medicine.
Fuel for the eternal wandering.
[ Demeter, The Wandering Jew ]
But if you look closely and if you have met him before, a twinkle of sanity can be seen in his eyes. Almost like he has something to hold onto, something that prevented more of the last tatters of mind and soul from being flayed away.
No, he is not better than before, but he is not worse either. His feet carry him to the counter, where Isaac places a single coin and receives this usual mug of broth that is consumed mechanically, as one would take an unpleasant but necessary medicine.
Fuel for the eternal wandering.
[ Demeter, The Wandering Jew ]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 06:20 amoh-wowee.livejournal.comSomeone who had been gone for a very long time finally showed up again. A haunted, quiet rhythm guitarist from Norway sneaked into the bar and sat down in front of the fire, with not a word to Bar, to any passerby, or even a rat.
He still managed, somehow, to get a bowl of Boo Berry cereal and a glass of orange juice, as well as a half a grapefruit and some toast. He stared at the slight images that the fire made, and didn't say a word. He just ate his breakfast.
If anyone were to recognize him, the one difference in him is that, despite the brooding and quiet (When Toki Wartooth was rarely either), he was wearing a black tee-shirt instead of a blue-gray one. He needed to come to a place of joy and happiness, and of safety. He never felt more safe than at the bar.
He still managed, somehow, to get a bowl of Boo Berry cereal and a glass of orange juice, as well as a half a grapefruit and some toast. He stared at the slight images that the fire made, and didn't say a word. He just ate his breakfast.
If anyone were to recognize him, the one difference in him is that, despite the brooding and quiet (When Toki Wartooth was rarely either), he was wearing a black tee-shirt instead of a blue-gray one. He needed to come to a place of joy and happiness, and of safety. He never felt more safe than at the bar.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 07:24 amimthegoodguy.livejournal.comThe mun firmly believes she should not be awake right now. Yet she is, and so there is a Ben in the bar, at a table, with a rabbit. It's a white rabbit. It followed him in! (Anyway, he's always had a soft spot for rabbits, so it's not exactly like he's gonna tell it to scram.)
He is presently watching it to make sure it doesn't ... go anywhere. Rabbits with numbers painted on their backs (this one has a 4) have a tendency to.
[ tiny wee tag: Hercules, Hercules, Hercules! ]
He is presently watching it to make sure it doesn't ... go anywhere. Rabbits with numbers painted on their backs (this one has a 4) have a tendency to.
[ tiny wee tag: Hercules, Hercules, Hercules! ]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ever_lovinCan a person weighting just over a ton float? Maybe not, but Ben sure is doing a good impression of it as he walks into the bar this morning.
"Miss Bar, one mimosa please," he asks and takes a sip of the drink once it appears. Yeah, it may be a bit early for a drink but he's got a good reason to celebrate. He has got a date this afternoon, a date! He hasn't really had a date since he and Alicia split years ago and it is high time that changed.
"Man I can't wait 'till this afternoon," he thinks as his smile beams around the bar.
[[Tiny Tag: Shinigami Rem]]
"Miss Bar, one mimosa please," he asks and takes a sip of the drink once it appears. Yeah, it may be a bit early for a drink but he's got a good reason to celebrate. He has got a date this afternoon, a date! He hasn't really had a date since he and Alicia split years ago and it is high time that changed.
"Man I can't wait 'till this afternoon," he thinks as his smile beams around the bar.
[[Tiny Tag: Shinigami Rem]]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 10:20 amgone_byebye[OOM: Ray and Jhalak have been very, very busy meeting the neighbors. We mean the Lemurians.]
The door opens on a hotel room somewhere in coastal Oregon. "No offense to the Viking House," Ray says to the little five-armed critter on his shoulder, "but Milliways has a much better selection for dinner any day of the week. Tell me if you see any guys in black suits, okay? K and Zed deserve a report on this."
[Two muns, one EP; Tag Ray or the Jotok or both! Tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok, aka Jhalak.]
The door opens on a hotel room somewhere in coastal Oregon. "No offense to the Viking House," Ray says to the little five-armed critter on his shoulder, "but Milliways has a much better selection for dinner any day of the week. Tell me if you see any guys in black suits, okay? K and Zed deserve a report on this."
[Two muns, one EP; Tag Ray or the Jotok or both! Tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok, aka Jhalak.]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 10:21 am52-dropoff.livejournal.comCharlie has no idea why the Bar left all those books in his room. Or why every one of them has a sticker inside reading "Recommended by Denny." But he doesn't mind having some reading material, especially so much of it deals with things he is interested in. Today, he's reading The Hero with a Thousand Faces, and wondering what Campbell would make of a hero without a face.
Come interrupt his reading.
Come interrupt his reading.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 10:57 amfutures_of_ashShe hadn't been in Bar for a very long time. Her time now, when she noticed it, was spent out in the woods, cataloging the organisms, their structures, how life, even in micro, worked. It was a lot of information to process; tiring at times...but she managed.
Today though, today she had blinked awake, something beyond the false sky catching her attention. Something...
A momentary glimpse of import, then it was gone.
Far past time for a break. A short one.
So, a woman clad in spandex moved in through the door. Her feet didn't touch the ground, and flame danced and flickered occasionally in her hair as she glided. Hello Bar...Rachel Grey was visiting.
[Slow due to Mun]
Tiny!tag: Ben Grimm, Xaldin, Xigbar
Today though, today she had blinked awake, something beyond the false sky catching her attention. Something...
A momentary glimpse of import, then it was gone.
Far past time for a break. A short one.
So, a woman clad in spandex moved in through the door. Her feet didn't touch the ground, and flame danced and flickered occasionally in her hair as she glided. Hello Bar...Rachel Grey was visiting.
[Slow due to Mun]
Tiny!tag: Ben Grimm, Xaldin, Xigbar
The plane, boss, the plane!
Jul. 15th, 2008 11:17 amstargypsy.livejournal.comTali is outside with a scale model of an F-15 Eagle and a remote control with a small screen, two joysticks and a hell of a lot of buttons and switches. That's right - the miniature fighter jet is a working model. Tali built it using schematics given to her by Tony Stark and parts provided by the Bar. She did a lot of the building work and preliminary testing in the garage.
The parts for this model plane and its remote cost her slightly more than a month's worth of her kitchen work salary, but Tali feels that it was a price well worth paying for the chance to see whether her ideas work before she applies them to anything life-size. Besides, since she's doing this for Stark's project, he might very well reimburse her.
She puts the jet down on a relatively flat, straight stretch of garden path. A keen observer will note that while the F-15 is outfitted with (mockups of) all the standard weapons, it does not have a standard engine configuration. The dual engines in the back are, relatively speaking, larger than they should be, and there are four smaller engine-like things clustered around the main ones, on horizontal and perpendicular axes.
Tali lowers herself down by the plane activates the holographic orange gauntlet of the omni-tool on her left arm and runs the palm-mounted sensor over it, making sure that everything is in order. When she's satisfied, she stands up and takes a few large steps back. Then she extends the antenna on her remote control, takes it firmly in both hands, and flips some switches.
The turbines in the two big engines start to move, producing a smaller and somewhat quieter version of the mechanical whine and thwack-thwack-thwack of an aircraft engine - one that sounds like a cross between a jet and an old-fashioned propeller. Tali takes a deep breath.
"Well," she says, "here goes nothing." She gets ready to flip one last switch...
[Tinytag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]
The parts for this model plane and its remote cost her slightly more than a month's worth of her kitchen work salary, but Tali feels that it was a price well worth paying for the chance to see whether her ideas work before she applies them to anything life-size. Besides, since she's doing this for Stark's project, he might very well reimburse her.
She puts the jet down on a relatively flat, straight stretch of garden path. A keen observer will note that while the F-15 is outfitted with (mockups of) all the standard weapons, it does not have a standard engine configuration. The dual engines in the back are, relatively speaking, larger than they should be, and there are four smaller engine-like things clustered around the main ones, on horizontal and perpendicular axes.
Tali lowers herself down by the plane activates the holographic orange gauntlet of the omni-tool on her left arm and runs the palm-mounted sensor over it, making sure that everything is in order. When she's satisfied, she stands up and takes a few large steps back. Then she extends the antenna on her remote control, takes it firmly in both hands, and flips some switches.
The turbines in the two big engines start to move, producing a smaller and somewhat quieter version of the mechanical whine and thwack-thwack-thwack of an aircraft engine - one that sounds like a cross between a jet and an old-fashioned propeller. Tali takes a deep breath.
"Well," she says, "here goes nothing." She gets ready to flip one last switch...
[Tinytag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 01:27 pmbenloserz.livejournal.comCue door opening, and the entrance of a certain Benjamin A. Winchester.
Milliways.
He is truly getting used to being picked up by the Bar at every other turn. The young man starts his way to the back door, pondering a walk around the lake and some doing-nothing in general.
If not meeting anyone familiar or otherwise on the way to the back, later he can be found lounging under a tree, watching the sky.
Milliways.
He is truly getting used to being picked up by the Bar at every other turn. The young man starts his way to the back door, pondering a walk around the lake and some doing-nothing in general.
If not meeting anyone familiar or otherwise on the way to the back, later he can be found lounging under a tree, watching the sky.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 03:10 pmokamanokama.livejournal.com... Well. This place he had wandered into was interesting. And yet not as shocking as one would think.
For a man who had been accused of murder three times, had proved that someone dead had tried to commit murder (and regularly interacted with his dead mentor), had been hired by a client purely based on his skills at poker, and had cross-examined a parrot... there wasn't much left that could surprise him.
Although the end of the Universe that kept repeating outside the window was a nice touch.
Welcome to Milliways, Phoenix Wright -Ace Attorney 'piano player'.
[tinytags - phoenix wright, xaldin, xigbar, shinigami rem]
For a man who had been accused of murder three times, had proved that someone dead had tried to commit murder (and regularly interacted with his dead mentor), had been hired by a client purely based on his skills at poker, and had cross-examined a parrot... there wasn't much left that could surprise him.
Although the end of the Universe that kept repeating outside the window was a nice touch.
Welcome to Milliways, Phoenix Wright -
[tinytags - phoenix wright, xaldin, xigbar, shinigami rem]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 04:48 pmhermajestysfurySir Nicholas Fury is settled in a chair where he can watch both of the doors. That's just habit. He's got enough meal for two people and is vaguely watching for people he knows. He's also keeping an eye out for the possibly dead person that the young lady was so afraid of.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 05:38 pmmallory-grace.livejournal.comMallory is not sleeping with her head propped on her arms in a booth by the door. She is simply inspecting the underside of her eyelids for any potential problems or imperfections.
The fact that her meal has gone cold and untouched, and her drink warm has nothing to do with it, one way or the other. Neither does the open the open text book under her arms.
Looks like she's been here a while.
The fact that her meal has gone cold and untouched, and her drink warm has nothing to do with it, one way or the other. Neither does the open the open text book under her arms.
Looks like she's been here a while.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 05:53 pmevil_koala_626Look, up in the sky! It's a... um.
Um.
Well, It's a fairly familiar sight around these parts. Except he's not usually zooming about at such an impressive altitiude. Perhaps the recent addition of a pair of white, feathery wings has something to do with it?
"Yeeeeeeeeehaw!"
Patrons venturing outside are advised to mind their heads.
(OOC: I suck. This was supposed to be up days ago. Soooooo, millitimely it, uh, is. Yes.)
Um.
Well, It's a fairly familiar sight around these parts. Except he's not usually zooming about at such an impressive altitiude. Perhaps the recent addition of a pair of white, feathery wings has something to do with it?
"Yeeeeeeeeehaw!"
Patrons venturing outside are advised to mind their heads.
(OOC: I suck. This was supposed to be up days ago. Soooooo, millitimely it, uh, is. Yes.)
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Jul. 15th, 2008 07:06 pmart-and-brian.livejournal.comJustin had fallen asleep watching The Sixth Sense last night and it had given him some really freaky dreams. And also an idea for his shift tonight, hence the Specials board:
Grateful Dead
Dead Bastard
Braindead
And underneath that:
Dead folks don't get enough love in Milliways, he's always thought that. Well, since about five minutes ago anyway, when he was trying to think of something to do as a gimmick. Anyway. He finishes writing, dusts chalk off his hands and turns to the bar at large.
'Happy hour, everyone.'
[tiny!tag: Demeter, the Russian Astronaut]
[OOC: Muuuust beg slowtime, it is late here and I have an early start tomorrow. Will pick up all tags in the am. Thanks all! :D!]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 09:07 pmrealmrsreynoldsIt's much later than her now-customary lunchtime and earlier visits to Milliways.
That's okay -- Sallie finds herself a chair after acquiring something to drink that looks like root beer, pulling a datapad out of her skirt pocket and retrieving a stylus from the datapad's spine.
She's taking notes for something, though the scrawls are half-characters, half-English.
[ooc: Open, but v. slow. Plz ping stephmuji on AIM.]
That's okay -- Sallie finds herself a chair after acquiring something to drink that looks like root beer, pulling a datapad out of her skirt pocket and retrieving a stylus from the datapad's spine.
She's taking notes for something, though the scrawls are half-characters, half-English.
[ooc: Open, but v. slow. Plz ping stephmuji on AIM.]
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Jul. 15th, 2008 09:09 pmbringonthewonderAngela leans her head in through the door to Milliways and looks carefully around the bar, checking for cursed teddy bears, possessed ragdolls, evil toy soldiers, and run-of-the-mill jack-in-the-boxes (as they are all, in Angela's opinion, inherently creepy as hell).
Satisfied that there are no sinister playthings lying in wait, she steps in, finds a table, and stops a waitrat.
Three minutes later, she's happily settled with coffee and a large bowl of gummi bears, which she is eating with what can only be described as relish.
It is, she's aware, probably a little sick. But it's a whimsical sort of sick. Angela can totally work with that.
Satisfied that there are no sinister playthings lying in wait, she steps in, finds a table, and stops a waitrat.
Three minutes later, she's happily settled with coffee and a large bowl of gummi bears, which she is eating with what can only be described as relish.
It is, she's aware, probably a little sick. But it's a whimsical sort of sick. Angela can totally work with that.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 10:53 pmflail_victoriaSeras was crashed out on the couch in front of the fire. Apparently the boredom of this place had gotten to her. Today she is wearing a white poofy sleeved blouse, a knee length black skirt, a pair of white thigh highs, a pair of gloves, and a pair of Mary Jane shoes.
She has a book on her face and a glass of the synthetic blood from bar on a small end table near her. There is also an Ipod clutched loosely in one hand and Pink Floyd being pumped into her ears.
She is way botherable!!!!
(tiny tag: seras victoria)
She has a book on her face and a glass of the synthetic blood from bar on a small end table near her. There is also an Ipod clutched loosely in one hand and Pink Floyd being pumped into her ears.
She is way botherable!!!!
(tiny tag: seras victoria)
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Jul. 15th, 2008 10:57 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is in a corner, making more invitations and not at all hiding from the new puppy his fiancee brought home. He sees the point; desensitising himself to dogs will give him one less anxiety trigger, but he reckons she can do the actual touching parts until it's trained not to nibble.
He's a teensy bit bored by the time he gets to the fiftieth piece of ribbon he has to thread through.
He's a teensy bit bored by the time he gets to the fiftieth piece of ribbon he has to thread through.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 11:36 pmsimon_doctorThe front door opens onto a busy city street on Osiris. Simon and Kaylee step through, laden with luggage, looking perhaps a little tired but not unhappy.
It's been kind of a long week.
They're both scanning the crowd for someone -- any of a few someones. Simon spots River first, and waves; she's already drifting in their direction, starting to smile.
A few words of greeting, and River slips past them to open the front door a second time. This time it opens onto a familiar cargo hold, and one by one they all step through.
It's good to be coming home.
[No tags, sorry!]
It's been kind of a long week.
They're both scanning the crowd for someone -- any of a few someones. Simon spots River first, and waves; she's already drifting in their direction, starting to smile.
A few words of greeting, and River slips past them to open the front door a second time. This time it opens onto a familiar cargo hold, and one by one they all step through.
It's good to be coming home.
[No tags, sorry!]
