milliways_bar | Oct. 20th, 2008

Oct. 20th, 2008

For a Guardian cadet, weapons practice is homework, and they have exams in that like in every other subject.

The question is not what Enzo plans to do with the wooden sword hanging from his left hip, or the toy gun holstered on his right thigh, or the staff and bow and quiver of arrows strapped to his back.

The question is how he got here by his usual route through the lounge restroom without exciting comment.

almosthonorable

[ oom: pilots can steer horses, too (or, at least, they can learn) ]

[ tiny tags: ben wade, the russian astronaut ]

aimedforthemoon

One does not remain sane long in a society as surreal as the Soviet Union's without developing a finely-honed sense of absurdist humour, and one does not survive long without being able to hide it in public. The Russian astronaut, it should be said, has both the sense of humour and the poker-face. But sometimes deadpanning in one's head just does not relieve the situation, and there is nothing for it but to make one's excuses and bolt for privacy.

Flight Officer Yazycova is stationed on the Liberty. The ship is a MC80 Liberty type Star Cruiser, built and mostly crewed by the Mon Calamari who designed her. But battle is looming and she isn't the only new pilot onboard. The three squadrons have been training hard, and she hadn't really caught sight of the main crew.

At least, until today.

She'd made her excuses, and left for her dorm. Milliways appears instead, but she doesn't appear to have noticed. Instead, the tiny woman, dressed in a green flight suit with a helmet under her arm, staggers into the Bar and starts to laugh.

And doesn't stop.

She's on the floor, leaning against the wall, practically crying with laughter, and if she's aware that she's in Milliways instead of her dorm, she doesn't give any sign of it.

Feel free to tell her, though.

[ooc: open until it falls off the front page!]

tiny!tag: the russian astronaut

Current Mood: giggly

acts_of_gord

Things in Milliways are going well, and in a lot of ways couldn't be better. Gordon doesn't deny that in the slightest. In Fury's world (or Rogers', really, but Gordon met Fury first), things haven't exactly been going badly either. He'll be reporting on what he and Alyx found in the fourth Anticitizen's armor (nothing whatsoever) as soon as he sees the older man again. It's good.

Sometimes, though, the bad days sneak up on you without warning. That, or you just don't recognize the signs; Gordon hasn't lived with them long enough to be able to tell. Anywhere that he could properly call 'home' seemed awfully far away this morning. More so than just being Bound would seem to call for, which he's pretty sure isn't a good sign, but there's no way he's going to bother anybody with that. It's just... It doesn't seem like a good idea, that's all.

If anybody needs him, he'll be outside by the lake. He's got a bicycle that needs some tweaking and upgrading under field conditions if Alyx is going to get serious about learning to ride, and that seems, for the moment, like a productive thing to do.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance]

hands-of-blu.livejournal.com

The Medic is beginning to suspect that one of RED's Pyros has it in for him. He's had to jump in small bodies of water more times today than he cares to count, and he's almost sure he heard mask-muffled cackling before his last dive. What he wouldn't give to get behind that capering dummpkof and empty the Blutsauger into his back...

He's looking positively sulky as he stomps into Milliways today. This may have something to do with the myriad scorchy holes and burned-away patches in his coat. There is just no way that he's going to be able to fix that, and he was just starting to get attached to the new coat, too.

Verdammt Pyros.

[tinytag: BLU Medic, BLU Heavy, Zexion]

eightgauge.livejournal.com

OOM: The story of Jack Bell.

tiny tag with a big gun: Everett Hitch

small warning for violence in the oom
spoilers if you have not read the book or seen the film

hermajestysfury

OOM: Those In Charge.

Fury is settled into a chair with newspapers, articles about the Anticitizens being neatly clipped out and stacked. He'll start combing them for hints that the President knows what they are once he's finished. He's got a mug of ale and his pipe to keep him company while he reads.

ostro_goth

Wet, and cold, and miserable.

Yes, Teja had understood, when Gil the kitchen faun explained to him just why the outside of Milliways followed the season of the lands north of Hadrian's Wall, in barbarous Britannia, where the fierce Picts dwelt.

In coming months, he would bear up with it; but it did not mean that he had to be cold all day, every day, or huddle by the fire like an old man.

So, this morning, Teja took the board that Xaldin had given him, and carried it the short way to the inlet of a warm sea, where the ship that ferried the dead sometimes made berth. That ship was not there now; but there was warm sand, and warm wind, and waves that boded well. Teja pushed the board into the waves and started practising the art of standing up on the waves, as the Nobody had taught him.

Soon, he was wet and hot and exhilarated.-

[[tinytags: xaldin, carlotta brown]]

always-okay.livejournal.com

They put him in a different room, and no one has bothered him for two days.

After the past couple of months, where he's been, the solitude is a godsend.

Being in psy-ops that long, you don't come out the other side without some damage. And all of a sudden, out of nowhere, his mind started racing, and he got frantic, and he started throwing himself at the door to his new cell.

It wasn't supposed to fly open into Milliways. All these people. All these people that he knows.

He looks terrible: bruised eyes, pale skin, nervous tension to all his limbs.

The only reason he doesn't turn right around is that anything is better than back there. Barefoot, in ward pajamas, he tries to creep his way somewhere he can hide.

tinytag: x5-494 (alec)

guppy_sandhu

Guppy habitually reads the graffiti around Holby when he's going around the city. Scrawled messages of 'kill the parimedics' on the walls don't fill him with confidence, either in the state of his city or the quality of education those responsible have been getting.

Still, he can't tackle everyone, and at least now he's started a Life Support group back home he can reach out to a few.

He sits by the fire, drinking a cup of hot chocolate and thinking.

seaweedbrain.livejournal.com

It's got nothing to do with books, even though all the moving letters are really annoying.

It's got nothing to do with teachers, because most of them are pretty cool.

It's got nothing to do with other kids, even if some of them give me a hard time over my record and some of the weird stuff that happens to me.

It's the stuff like today, where demon cheerleaders just made it look like I attacked them and blew them up with a ballpoint pen and set the school on fire. You know, that stuff where I can't even go and see a place way before classes even start and I have to have this girl who I met on the Hoover Dam last year (what is that?) save me from being hypnotized by diabolical pom-pom pushers.

That's why when I stumble in today and it's not the taxi cab and Annabeth isn't behind me and Rachel is wherever she went, I look right up.

"Thank you, Dad."

...I'm heading for the bar, man. I need a blue Coke.

[percy jackson]

bringonthewonder

[OOM: With trials and tribulations behind them (for the moment), Hodgins and Angela talk. Or don't, exactly, but it all works out anyway.]

veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com

Clomp.

Clomp.

Clomp.

Cameron rests one hand on the Bar's polished surface, and tilts her head at a 15 degree angle. "May I please have the items I requested yesterday," she says, without bothering to end the sentence with an upward inflection. The items in question appear: both small, metal, and nondescript.

untiedtheknots

Artemis approaches Bar in search of a snack and some sort of coordinating beverage, but when she's presented with a very politely worded request via napkin, how can she say no?

She heads behind the bar and--after some consultation with the recipe book--writes up the specials board:

Half-Off Specials

Greek Lightning
Huntress Cocktail
Blue Monday

"And that should do it," she says. "Who's thirsty?"

[ooc: and the mun has hit the sack, but consider this post taggable until it's off the page.]

piperaceae.livejournal.com

Put together:

1 booth
2 mugs (1 half-full of coffee, the other empty)
1 laptop
1 clipboard (papers included)
2 ballpoint pens
and 1 Pepper Potts

and you get --

-- one supremely minimalist, but eminently taggable post.

[ ooc: open until it falls off the page.

tiny tagalag: virginia "pepper" potts ]

maiden-bold.livejournal.com

Someone has discovered the stables.

After spending a night in a room that was quite like her own in her Uncle's Hall, Éowyn had ventured outside wearing the brown coat that had been provided for her. It was still rather charming and eye opening to see the various styles of Rohirric garments in a room she had not even expected to see.

Tugging the knit gloves about her fingers she walked the long, wide hall taking her time visiting with various mounts that resided inside. Sometimes an apple slice was spared for one horse, or a carrot that Bar had provided for her. It was nice being in such a familiar space that she could not help but smile.

Come say hi?

[ooc: Post open until it falls off the page!]