milliways_bar | Jan. 13th, 2009

Jan. 13th, 2009

The door opens to admit one tired warrior and commando. Tanya blinks at startles some at the sudden presence of Milliways, since it caught her shoe-less, in boxers and a tank top.

Worse, startled also means she allowed the door to close by accident, and now it refuses to open.

"Yes, I know I need some rest, but you could let me get dressed first." She speaks to no-one in particular, giving the door a last rattle for good measure and grumbling.

If there is someone controlling it, such person has a weird sense of humor.

[ Tanya Adams ]

[ Open until next EP. ]

falconryu.livejournal.com

Cold? Cold is no reason for not training.

Ryu is by the lakeshore practicing, and will be there all morning. Hopefully his students will cast off warm bedcovers and join him.

Anyway, meeting new people would not be a bad thing either.

sun-hwa.livejournal.com

She thinks of the sunlight, and how temperate it is on the island, how things are in bloom there all the time. She thinks of Seoul and wonders what day it is there and how when she left, the temperatures were starting to cool so slightly from the hot days of August, and how she had known she would not be seeing Seoul again for a very long time. She thinks again of the island: its heat, its relentless sun and intense but brief rains, and of how hopeful they were those first few days for rescue. She still holds hope. She does not want to be the one responsible for holding time still there, but how can she be? Kate is here too, and she has spent more time on the island.

Nothing in her higher education has prepared her for a thing like this. She has not studied quantum physics. Only art history and music. Like any woman of good standing in her society, she knows how to behave. Her father is a wealthy and powerful man, and he and his family are both respected. Knowing how to function in Seoul society is not only expected but it is a given: she grew up with it. It's innate.

Today, Sun shivers and pulls her sweater around herself tightly as she walks the snowy path back into the bar. Nothing in her life has prepared her for life at a bar at the end of the universe. Most days, she thinks she has simply gone mad. Today, she takes a cup of tea into her hands. It feels very real and for that, she is grateful.

hecu_marine

In between running outdoors, practice at the shooting range, and studying like hell for when he goes back, Adrian's been keeping himself busy by making himself a reasonably basic longbow. It's just a plain ol' wooden selfbow- backing it with anything comes later. After he's dealt with a far more basic question, namely, arrows. Can't do much without those. He's managed to braid himself a string, and he reckons it'll be respectable enough for the weight of the bow, but until he's actually got something to shoot he's kinda screwed.

Now, he could get fiberglass shafts or dowels from the Bar, but what fun would that be? He's got a whole forest outside to work with, and if he can't find a couple of willow wands or something along those lines that he can split and whittle down to usable shafts then he's not the country boy he thought he was.

He'll be coming indoors once he's done, so feel free to catch the Marine either inside or out.

[tinytag: Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force)]

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

{OOM: Take to the streets, but you can't ignore
That's the sound
That's the sound you're waiting for.}

-There is, rather suddenly, a speedster in the bar. And for a second, he considers going right out, but time will have stopped on the other side of his door and maybe a few minutes to regroup and figure out what the hell just happened isn't such a bad idea.

And thus, a speedster in one of the booths, absently tapping his fingers against the table. Catch him while you can, folks.

Tiny distracted tags: Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd, Jenny

{Please to be IM'ing me (scarvesngarters) or PM'ing if you should want to start a new thread. Thanks!}

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Knox's interview with Commissioner Gordon ran two days ago. By this morning, to his surprise and delight, PM had received over 500 letters commenting on the story. In point of fact, most of them renewed the decade-long debate over Gordon's ability, attitude and honesty and said nothing about his writing skills or his conclusions about Gordon or the GCPD. But this still served to confirm his sense that people like reading about cops as much as he likes writing about them.

Which means he's getting ideas. And jotting them down from time to time. Even as he sips his coffee and reads some of those letters (which he is only borrowing, so he's being really careful with that cup).

Come say hi.

wheatencrown

Demeter has spent many of the past days in the infirmary watching over Carlotta and she's taking a small break over by the fire.

Her legs are curled up under her and she's staring into the fire, thinking about what Kore was like when she was that young though her hair was never quite that curly.

Tiny tag: Demeter, Charles Monroe

(OOC: Mun is here but slightly headachey so open until it scrolls of the page.

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

Here, Milliways, have a Cuddy.

This one's bundled up quite snugly - Jersey's weather has been especially bitter these last few days - and as such, is very grateful for the nice warm ambiance of Bar when she enters.

(At least it's not her office, she thinks with a satisfied grin.)

A stop at the bar is the first step, to acquire a drink. A seat by the fire quickly follows, and Cuddy sheds both jacket and scarf, laying them over the back of her chair.

It's been... an interesting week, to say the least. At least staring into the crackling flames doesn't require much thought.

[ooc: open for any and all tags. Thread's gone to slowtime, but I will definitely respond once I have more sleep in me.]

[tiny tag that doesn't dance: chad danforth]

[tiny tag that's one tough cookie: tanya adams]

protecthefuture

Sarah was still worried about her son. Not that she didn't think he couldn't take care of himself. Not with Derek and Tin Girl around. He could. Even if he was a bit more... well, there had just been a lot to happen. Heading downstairs from her room, she walked over to Bar to get a drink and ended up with a little note beside it. Raising a brow at the note, she couldn't help but smirk. "Are you sure that's wise?" Another note that simply stated;

You have experience.

There was a lot she had experience in. And the fact that a Bar at the end of the universe knew... it kind of squeaked her. Not by much though. Then again not much did after dealing with the Terminators. Stupid machines she'd been dealing with since before her son's birth. Downing her drink, she walks over and ducks back behind bar and places specials up on the board.

Specials
Caribbean Kiss
Milky Way
Pain Killer

Original Terminator

That last one might be on there because it amuses her. Also because she's had her run in with quite a few of them and the original that had been sent back... It had been sent to kill her. It's a reminder... sort of. Either way it goes...

"Happy Hour Everyone!"

[Tiny Tag:] Sarah J. Connor]

justasaleswoman

The door opens, and a woman with long dark hair and a short black dress steps in.

Well, really, that's technically only partly true. But it's probably close enough to accurate. Workable, at any rate.

She stops and looks around. This doesn't feel like any bar she's ever been in before, and, darling, she has been in a lot of bars. Desperate people do like to drink, and a week in a bar here or there, that's like picking ripe fruit off low-hanging branches.

Well, well, well. Isn't this . . . interesting?

[OOC: If you're the sort who's good at recognizing demons, feel free. If you're not, though, chances are she's just going to come off as young human woman. Questions, etc., ping elsinorequeen.]

[tiny tag: the crossroads demon, cerberus]

ostro_goth

Teja is in the forge, working on a small relief of a fox, made of mokumegane.

The door is open; the forge-fire is banked, as not much heat is needed for today's work. Kitty is curled up by the fire; the other two cats are out, somewhere.

The Gothic smith is open for business.

[[OOC: The usual -- forge post open until it scrolls off the page!]]

bitunlikely.livejournal.com

Sometime after this, there is a Jenny out back in the firing range.

Firing round after round from her her rifle. Falling into a rhythm is easier than thinking right now.

[tiny tag: jenny, cavilo, teddy altman, elle bishop, chad danforth, maxwell smart]

gonna_live

Kaylee's been in Milliways most of the day, working in the garage on her and the captain's project. She did promise. And she can try to keep her promises.

She's still exhausted. That's why it's a cup of coffee in front of her, and at the bar, her chin's in her hand.

[miniscule tag: ~~cameron "i'm a creepy damn robot" phillips~~ THE WORLD ALMANAC AND BOOK OF FACTS, Heavy Weapons Guy]

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

{OOM: This is what I brought you, this you can keep:
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing:
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.}

fiery_ring

Carlotta has got bored with the infirmary and escaped out to a nearby sofa.

The advantage of having as much hair as she does is that she can conceal the bandage around her head. She alternates ginger beer and biscuits with worrying about how she's going to explain her miraculous recovery when she gets home.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]