milliways_bar | Jan. 21st, 2009

Jan. 21st, 2009

cop-bitch.livejournal.com

Eve Dallas walks in to the bar, and then looks around. Wait a minute this is NOT the Blue Squirrel. Reaching for her side arm she holds wraps her hand around it looking around. Nothing this nice should be anywhere near this part of town. This has got to be some kind of Holo program just going on to mess with the mind a bit.

Stepping in a little bit more she blows her hair out of her eyes then blinks. Nothing is right but she’s also sure she’s not going to turn her back on the room to walk out.

“What the hell, is going on here?”

Why does she feel she’s going to be late meeting Mavis?

[Tiny Tag: Attila The Hun, Charles Monroe, Lt Eve Dallas]

mycursedface

[OoM: Roughly two weeks ago, Medusa took Atton to her caves to choose a birthday present. No dogs, sisters or treasure were harmed in the process.]

falconryu.livejournal.com

It is morning.

People are out and about.

Ryu Hayabusa planned to be training at the village, but the door caught him, so... he is somewhere near the lake, exercising with Unlabored Flawlessness. Special effects included, enemies absent, but he is wearing tabi shoes and silk trousers only instead of his full ninja suit, not bothered by the cold.

Audience or conversation is not to be turned down.

Ben Winchester is in a different area, his exercises alternating between Arcturian Kung Fu and swordplay. He is competent but not impressive in any way.

Just a plain common guy having a bit of a workout.

Tanya Adams had no special plans this morning, so after a quick visit back home to gather needed supplies, she is at the firing range, practicing with her guns.

Well, not as much practicing as exercising the right muscles: she is impossibly accurate, hitting a bullseye after another. Stationary targets are not in any way a challenge, and she is pondering some way to set up moving ones.

[ Annabelle Newfield, Attila, Tanya Adams ]

[ Open until it falls off the page. ]

hecu_marine

Adrian's selfbow worked out all right, but it reminded him that he's got bigger responsibilities than just studying and preparation. He's prowling the Bar restlessly this morning in search of Chell; far as he's concerned, it's time to go back.

'Course, he'll talk to other folks if he runs into them first.

[tinytag: Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force), Chell Johnson (Portal), Jerry Lukacs]

mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com

There are two men entering the bar. They are quite covered in blood, and carrying an inordinate amount of weaponry. As soon as they notice where they are, they put the weapons away in various pockets and things.

"Hmm . . ." Croup looks down at himself, then around the bar. "I don't suppose there is anywhere we could clean up, is there?"

Vandemar starts licking the blood off of his hands.

"Stop that, Mr. Vandemar," say Croup automatically, not even looking at him.

"'S tasty, Mr. Croup."

Croup just rolls his eyes.

Current Mood: working

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

[ooc: Since the mun is sick and in bed today, her first multi-pup post! Tag in at your convenience.]

Lisa Cuddy is nursing a cup of coffee as she pores over a few patient files, occasionally stopping to take a sip.

Bar provides a much more relaxing environment in which to work, she thinks to herself, setting down the coffee in favor of a pen, which she uses to sign off on a set of discharge papers.

Izzie Stevens is busy knitting in the corner. She's convinced herself it's time to hop on the celibacy bandwagon once more. After all, when you wind up sleeping with your dead fiance, you figure it's probably time to throw in the towel with the whole sex thing. (Temporarily.)

The knitted fabric in her lap is beginning to take shape as her needles clack together.

Saffron is not enjoying being Bound. Not in the slightest.

She flounces down the steps from her room and unceremoniously plops into the nearest barstool, ordering a strong drink.

Surveying her surroundings, she watches the patrons in search of an interesting face.

Pam Beesly is discovering that she's somewhat addicted to milkshakes. (She blames that on Maxwell Smart.)

A large chocolatey one sits next to her as she flips through her sketchpad, studying her recent drawings.

[tiny tag: pam beesly]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Ellen's finished up with Mikey's drywall project, at least as far as she's able, and left him a note to that effect. She's also completed her other projects, for the most part, and so when she comes downstairs today she has several bundles with her. "I'm told that objects can be deposited here for their owners to claim," she says. "These are for Mr. Rogers-"

That would be several sets of carefully mended buckskin trousers.

"And this is for Mr. Lukacs," she adds, setting the shirt he'd wanted down. "If the system could route them to their- oh."

The 'system' is pretty quick on the uptake. The clothing is gone almost immediately, replaced by a note indicating the payoff of a good $2000 on her tab (which she's kept as low as possible regardless) and a small bag of flattened bottlecaps.

"... I really have to thank Mr. Rogers," Ellen says. "And everyone else. Could I requisition something to write on, please? Oh- and a few days' rations and two bottles of purified water?"

Once she has the pen and pad of paper, she's going to sit down and write out thank-you notes to her customers, and then she's going to take her loaded laundry knapsack and pistol and head back out into the Wastes. Megaton isn't getting any closer.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Susan Foreman]

standsonbridge.livejournal.com

A reasonably tall figure, features indistinct under a hooded cloak, staggers through the entrance, partially holding himself up on some sort of metal staff.

He looks around, and from under the hood, in a distinctly English accent with weary overtones, can be heard:

"Bugger, how'd I end up here again?"

mnt_raph

[In which Raph bites the bullet and tells Abigail about Milliways. Did you know he had the temper of a lamb? Yeah, we didn't either.]

walking_napalm

[OOM: Home again.]

ofthefamily

Alice and Jasper left on their vacation. Rosalie is still frustrated, but Emmett is doing a decent job of helping out in that regard.

Carlisle will never admit it; he could use a break.

Apparently, Milliways thought to provide one when Carlisle headed towards his home office.

Milliways, Carlisle Cullen. Carlisle?

Welcome to the end of the universe.

[tag: carlisle cullen]

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

Bart's been... pretty much sleeping for a week. That sucks, especially since the reason lately has been the concussion. But he's been feeling better lately, more or less, and is determined to stretch this patch of awake a long as possible, which apparently means going down to the bar.

...Unfortunately, actually going somewhere made him realise that he has no idea what happened to the sweatshirt and backpack he'd had before he was drugged, which means return of the non-descript gray sweatshirt.

He's tucked into that elusive corner booth, legs pulled up to support the clipboard and papers* on which he is drawing, and trying very hard not to think too much.

*Three guesses who had his sketchbook in his backpack, and who was not ready to face a new, blank one.

gonna_live

[OOM: Another appointment.]

[Involves mental health issues.]

lion-wilde.livejournal.com

"GET BACK HERE Y' BLOODY BEASTIE BEFORE YOU BRE-"

Before the last words can even be heard/said coming from somewhere up the stairwell the loud sounds of something crashing above echoes into the common room below. Soon there is the sounds of something tumbling down the steps follows before the sight of the now rather large kelpie (think the size of a bullmastiff) manages to half slide half fall down the steps making a bee line toward the front of the room. Chairs and tables do not seem to matter to the creature much as they are either tossed or pushed out of the way.

Patrons in its path might get knocked down to. Depends if they don't see it coming.

Within a couple of seconds there is a wizard taking the steps three at a time sporting a rather wicked looking bruise on his forehead that he keeps a hand over. "Get back here! You're a' gonna break everything!"

Looks like someone wasn't expecting it to grow thatfast.

guppy_sandhu

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

Today, Life Support is having a pink theme, with pink iced buns, pink party ring biscuits, pink donuts, pink wafers, strawberry ice cream, and Guppy in a pink shirt.

Stressed? Angsty? Keen on the colour pink? Come on over, you know you want to...

notapoodle.livejournal.com

The teen at the bar currently struggling through a pile of homework could actually do with the distraction from algebra. What he's not quite expecting is a note from Bar to pop up by his elbow. "Should I even be allowed behind the bar at my age..?" Another note appearing gets the teen grinning brightly as he gathers up his books. As if this drama kid has any issues with entertaining the masses. "Alright, babe, just give me a minute."

Not long after, he's sliding back into bar, decked out in a white and pink tuxedo (sequins and all), perfectly styled blonde hair, and quickly setting up for happy hour. An area of the bar's surface is soon covered in layers of pink glitter, and the sign for specials is given a similar treatment.

Pink Drink Specials
Virgin Pink Pussycat
Mock Pink Champagne
Pink Flamingo
Shirley Temple
Strawberry Milkshake
No alcohol served. Half price on all specials. Wear pink and get your first drink free.

"Think pink for a free drink, everyone. Happy Hour is up!" So sayeth the beaming teen, already sipping at a pink milkshake through an equally pink straw.

( ooc: And bartending is up for ever and a bit. Muns first time, so be gentle.
Aaand mun must finally go sleep. Slowtimes across the shop, and new threads welcome if wanted. )

simon_doctor

Kaylee's asleep, and Simon's been studying most of the evening and is ready for a break. And a hot drink. (And doesn't really feel like taking the time to heat up anything himself.)

Hence: brilliant young doctor at the bar, considering the question before him. Coffee, and stay up studying for another two hours? Or hot cocoa, and go to bed when he leaves the bar, and finish the reading in the morning before class?

Don't worry, he's not quite as preoccupied as he may look.

isaysimplewords

[OOM: In which Cal and female Sam go upstairs, and things run much more smoothly than they did last time, when Sam was rather less female. This is not destined to get incredibly messy in the long run at all. Millitimed to directly after Sam's last EP.

Warnings for complete skipping of any and all smut. Strictly PG-13 here.

tinytag: cal chandler]