Dec. 5th, 2008

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There's an Yrael lying on the hearth, tonight, hogging all the warmth from the fireplace that he can.

The albino young man lies on his side, his back to the fire. He is a white figure in white, backlit by flames and the occasional fireplace-fish, surrounded by more white. An assortment of papers are spread before him, covered in hand-written music. He's almost done with this piece; halfway through the sheet he's currently working on, he inscribes the word Coda over the bar.
[identity profile] felon-spice.livejournal.com
Zoe's a little stressed out by her upcoming finals and she convinces SARAH to bring her to Milliways for a change of scenery. She's sitting at a table that's covered with books and drinking a soda.

She would welcome any distractions.


[tiny tag: Zoe Carter]
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It's not Mel's fault. Honestly. She was just doing her job, which just happened to involve jumping off a building.

And she miscalculated and landed wrong and when she gets into the bar it's with an ugly looking broken left arm hanging uselessly. But never fear, for Mel may not have medical training, but she's bloody minded, has super healing and can tie a knot with one hand and her teeth.

You can catch the deputy head of Security in a booth, using a combination of bandages, gauze and tequila to treat herself. While grumbling.
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When Annabelle comes downstairs and goes to the Bar she notices the date. She grins and tells the Bar "First drinks are on me today, Bar dear."

Annabelle is restless. Gordon missed their driving lesson and that's not like him. She hasn't seen Alyx or anyone from that world other than Chell and Adrian. Ray hasn't come in to the Bar either. Both of these combined mean she's moving between the firing range, the lake and the inside of the Bar. She'd likely welcome a distraction at any of these locations.

(Tinytag! Annabelle Newfield, Adrian Shephard) (OOC: Open until I make another entrance post!)
[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com
There are Christmas presents at the bar for X-23. The small, flat gift in red paper is from Susannah, with a brief card; it contains six DVDs--Yojimbo, The Seven Samurai, The Magnificent Seven, and the Man with No Name trilogy. The card simply reads Hope you enjoy these! Merry Christmas! Susannah.

(Susannah had to do hers in a hurry because Rose did her shopping early this year and is being impatient.)

The second gift a largish potted cactus, shaped more or less like a melon covered with a soft-looking fuzz. The fuzz is not actually soft; it's pretty prickly. There's a big red bow around it, and a little tab stuck in the dirt with instructions for care. (It's a cactus. They aren't complex instructions.)

The third gift is small and oblong, wrapped in silver paper. Instead of a card, there is an envelope containing a letter taped to it.
[identity profile] gotham-knocking.livejournal.com
Knox is at a table with that wonder of 20th century engineering, an Underwood portable typewriter. He's owned it since 1970, had it repaired four times, and would be having trouble finding ribbons if the Bar couldn't get them for him. But he wouldn't trade it for anything, not for an IBM Selectric, not for a word processor, not a PC with a daisy wheel printer, not for whatever high speed gadget he could attach to his laptop. If you ask him he loves it so much and he'll tell you that he likes the sound of the keys and the smell of the ink.

Feel free to ask him about the typewriter. Or what he's busy typing.
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Even in winter, there must be exercise; and new skills must be practised every day.

So Teja is outside this morning, in the sparring grounds by the lake, despite the cold; he is wearing linen clothes that would be warm without restricting his movements, and going through the kata from the eclectic version of Japanese martial arts that Ryu Hayabusa taught him.

His Tyrian purple cloak, once more lined with magical faun fur fleece, hangs on a tree nearby; he will put that on when he goes inside, or if anybody would turn up to speak to him.-


[[tinytags: the sphinx, johnny smith, charlie monroe]]
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There's a Matronly Matrix in the bar, seated up on a couch knitting her way through a large bag of yarn.

This would be so much a relaxing activity, if not for the fact that what happened last night has Dot too on edge to relax. One does not get much of a hint that she is upset. Well, other than the fact that she's got a rather large pile of baby-blanket squares in a neat color-coded stack next to her.

Happy Hour

Dec. 5th, 2008 05:02 pm
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Will slept rather late this morning and ended up staying inside and warm, trying to do studying and ignore his rather fearsome headache.

When he walks up to Bar to get some dinner, he's reminded that he signed up for tending so he writes the specials, gets himself some mulled wine and sits behind Bar.

Specials
All hot drinks half off


Tiny tags: Charles Monroe, Rohjaz
[identity profile] dazzling-future.livejournal.com
Bella is in the Bar (again). She really should be studying, but who needs diagrams of particle acceleration when there's drawing to be done? She takes out an astronomy book, her telescope (thanks, Arnold!), and a sketchpad. With a large, steaming mug of coffee and a few cheerful Christmas cookies, she begins to draw the End of the Universe.

For fun, of course.  She also needs to think of gifts for her family. Suggestions would be greatly appreciated. She might even share some cookies.


OOC: Bella hasn't been around lately, but she's back now (at least until her mun leaves for winter break) and perfectly botherable.
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There is a man of sorts at a table not yours but close enough tonight. Dust sticks to the hem of his jeans (ashes to ashes we all fall) and his coat looks worn tired (loved a long time) dusty too. He doesn't seem to mind why should he this is who he is at all.

He's sitting with the chair turned around, arm resting on the back, chin resting on his arm, absently turning the pages leaves skitter in the wind and looking at the pictures in a magazine.


character tag: skellig
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OOM: Don't bother nuking Cthulhu. He just comes back twenty minutes later, angry and radioactive.

You're just going to have to find another way.
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[[OOM:"I only did what I had to." ]]
* Spoiler for F4 #561 (the latest issue and the resolution of the latest story line) behind the link and likely to be in comments.


Ben's sitting in the most secluded booth in the bar with an untouched pint of Atlanean sitting before him. He's not hiding, per se, but he is holding his head as if it's about to come apart. You are welcome to approach, of course, but some caution might be advised.

[[Ever Lovin' tag: Ben Grimm]]
[Open all weekend with likely slow times.]
[identity profile] bitunlikely.livejournal.com
Restlessness isn't a state of being Jenny's fond of. But with Billy still in prison, she hasn't wanted to leave Teddy alone in Milliways.

But cabin fever gets to her easily and, by now, she's falling down to last resorts: schooling.

In particular, Jenny's reading a text on Latin to try and learn the language for the next time Edward's in bar with Roman poetry. She plans on being prepared, and far more equipped for discussion.


[tiny tag: jenny]
[identity profile] piperaceae.livejournal.com
Thank God for Milliways.

It's holiday season (in the middle of it, to be more precise - honestly, Christmas starts in October these days) and Pepper Potts is Tired.

Tired, with a capital T.

See, she isn't even doing work today. On the contrary, the redhead is seated at one of the many tables in the bar, poking at a plate of ginger snaps and drinking not coffee, but hot chocolate.

If there's one thing she likes about holidays, it's the food.


tiny tag; pepper potts

ooc note;
sorry about all the slows i've dropped with this girl, they are entirely my fault. consider this post reparation. open to everyone, until her next ep goes up.


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Guppy has an absolutely stinking hangover.

As a result, he has sunglasses on, a pint of water on the table, and is flopped on a sofa looking pathetic.

He would be the first to acknowledge, of course, that it's entirely his own fault.
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[OOM: Returning to the Academy, Millitimed to a couple of days ago. Can you have a trophy wife who's married to the other you?]
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[oom: After Atton's party, when all is said and done, one very, very drunk cowboy stumbles upstairs.]

No content warnings, other than slight sugarshock?

tinytag: Miss Katherine Barlow