milliways_bar | Mar. 31st, 2009

Mar. 31st, 2009

[[OOM: Dani Phantom checks out.]]

Enzo is sitting at a table, sipping occasionally from a large mug of Cocoa. Mostly, he's staring into space.

His expression is constantly changing, but it's staying almost exclusively on the positive side of the emotional graph. Sometimes it soars off asymptotically into utter bliss, sometimes it drops near a thoughtful zero, and sometimes it's an unplottable mix of happiness and sadness, but only occasionally does it cross the axis outright into negative territory. Whatever's weighing on his mind, it's not a bad thing.

It's sure got him quiet, though.

[[OOC: Open as long as you like.]]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar got some news from the security office yesterday, and hoo nelly is he not pleased. His Mongols were told very firmly that he was going to be away for a little while, because he didn't want to cause any issues in their immediate vicinity; he's in the Bar now with his sign up.

HEAD OF SECURITY ON DUTY

HERE'S A HINT, PEOPLE:

STABBING = VIOLENCE
I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE PROVOKED

Look, no one ever said he was a subtle God, okay?

[tinytag: Charlie Monroe, Ben Grimm, Gus Dickerson, Scaramouche, Vext]

acts_of_gord

Things have been improving around here, at least as far as Gordon can see. It's been pretty quiet, true, but quiet is better than chaos when it comes to trying to process battles and deaths. He's not sure when he and Alyx will be able to go back home- after all, once they do, they won't have any opportunities to take things at their own pace- but between having the chance to just breathe and the opportunity to think over what Dr. Crowe said... well, he'll see.

(It's still kind of a surprise to him to think that part over, actually. The prospect of having saved lives by what he did at Black Mesa, or anywhere else, just... didn't occur to him.)

In the meantime, though, a man's got to do something to keep himself busy, and Gordon's not up for shooting today. On the other hand, the Bar did give him a project once to keep him out of trouble. Sure enough, history repeats himself.

One warrior nerd and a pile of bicycle parts at an out-of-the-way table, if anyone's interested.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, the Green Fairy, Alyx Vance]

six-ofone.livejournal.com

[OOM:

Are
you
alive?

Warnings for violence, spoilers through Battlestar Galactica 2x18, "Downloaded."]

justdidntseeit

[ oom: three's company ]

door no. 1: milk, eggs, beer (and produce!) -- domesticity has never been this adorable

door no. 2: pillow talk

door no. 3: rude awakenings (or, where there's smoke, there's not always fire)

door no. 4: this here's a test, and it may not be the last

[ ooc: millitimed to march 16 and 17; warnings for language in the first and third links ]

childofathos

[OOM: I won't quit, I'll go down with my ship until I find you.]

callmemajor

[OOM: Why do these things always happen on his watch?]

Lorne will never again complain about spending too much time in Milliways. It's been several months since he was here last. Almost nine to be exact.

He doesn't quite feel up to making the trek up to the cabin just yet, and he isn't sure how long he'll be able to stay this time (He can already feel his door pulling him back.), but he'll stay for some coffee and to maybe find Jack, and hope that when he gets back there will be some news of Teyla.

So there's one Air Force Major, still in full, off-world gear, sitting by the fire with his feet up, nursing a cup of joe.

Botherable.

tiny!tag: Evan Lorne

justdidntseeit

[ oom: rules were made to be broken ]

Kate's retrieving her toothbrush to pack in her carry-on when she walks into Milliways. Making sure the door to Wheelsy stays put, she steps over to the bar to request a valid California driver's license for Bill's world (because that would be an interesting gaffe at the Hertz counter in Albuquerque), and some extra cash for the trip, just in case.

She zips upstairs to see if Boo's back -- it's been three days since Grace left, and two since Kate checked for her -- and while she's not necessarily worried when she returns to the bar proper, she hates the thought of being away when Boo's door shows up again.

At the counter, she scribbles on a piece of paper to tack onto the notice board:

If anyone has seen or sees Boo recently -- she's two years old with dark hair, and loves pink milkshakes and Hello Kitty -- please leave a note for Kate Warner with Bar. I'll be out of Milliways for a few days, but would love to know if she gets back before I do.

Boo also answers to 'Mike,' 'Squirt,' and 'Gracie.'

Thanks,
Kate Warner

She's botherable, both at the bar and the board.

[ tiny tag: boo-napping!plot ]

[ ooc: warnings for brief adult content in oom-linkage ]

[ eta, 6:08 p.m. est: feel free to tag in, though the mun must regrettably pop away until about 10 p.m. est; please see this backroom post for details and, back! ]

notagagagirl.livejournal.com

There's one teenager perched on the edge of a table, her notebook set to one side with a pencil (wonderful things, pencils), bent over her guitar, picking out scraps of melody.

She'll take requests. Odds are she won't know what the hell you're talking about title-wise, but humming a few bars could help.

If she doesn't openly mock your off-key-ness first.

ostro_goth

On the lawn outside the back door, somewhere between the benches and the rock garden, there is a Goth lying on his stomach in the deep, fresh, bright green grass. He is leaning on his elbows and reading a book propped up against a stack of two other books, for indeed, it is a trilogy, bound in three volumes as it should be. Curled up on the small of his back is a small grey cat -- not really a kitten any more -- fast asleep, one paw daintily stretched out over the man's bottom, the fluffy tail extending up his spine.

Teja doesn't dare stir (other than to turn a page) so he won't wake little Count from his nap.-

themidnightson

[Uh. After this other oom you don't have yet. :D? Very late 8th or early 9th March 2005.]

A drive between Port Angeles and Forks is less than two hours. Running, for certain people with certain skills and anxieties about being away from a certain place, it's even less. Which might explain why Edward's resigned when walks in through the back door.

This place was making a habit of appearing when he least thought of it.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in his usual spot by the infirmary, reading and rereading a formal looking letter in his hands.

He sighs, rubs his forehead, and puts it back upside down. He goes up to the bar and gets a book on legal issues, then sits back down again.

The clinic is still open, and he's botherable.

The doctor is in.

waste-wanderer.livejournal.com

Weasel's been napping in the bar proper for the last day or two. Bar did tell him, via napkin, that there were rooms available, and that he could put it on his tab (and that ranked among the strangest conversations he'd ever had.) Given the state of his resources, however, Weasel felt it would be wise to avoid incurring too much debt.

Hence why he's currently dozed off in front of the fireplace, a copy of Guns and Bullets lying on the floor beside his couch in a way that suggests he fell asleep reading it.

He may be drooling.

[Tinytag of Screwed-Up Futures: Weasel, Vault 13 Dweller; Gordon Freeman]

[ooc: now into slowtime.]

Current Mood: sleepy

bring_a_sponge

It's hard to say when They came in through the Door. Maybe They've been there all along. For Anonymity is Their name. Silence is Their native tongue. They are no longer part of the system. They are above the system. Over it. Beyond--.

No, wait.

You know it couldn't have been that long. Zed would have gone completely mental.

So: two Men in Black, sitting at Bar drinking bourbon.

One of them is growling.

...Yes, of course, it's that one.

uncloakndagger.livejournal.com

The RED Spy's settled quite comfortably at a table today. He's leaning back in a chair with his feet up on another one, reading a newspaper. His suit jacket is actually off and hanging on the back of another chair. A steaming cup of coffee is just in his line of sight, and he's waiting for it to cool a bit more before he takes his first sip.

Of course, he's still smoking his cigarette, wearing his mask, and, without the jacket, the holster with the Colt Python in it is rather visible.

[Tiny tag: RED Spy]

vance_prime

It's starting to get dark outside. It's cold and muddy and there's a faint drizzle of rain coming down. Not a good time to be out and about, all things considered.

None of those factors, however, deter the woman who has just stormed out the back door of Milliways. She needs to go beat up the heavy bag for a while. If she doesn't, she's liable to start beating up her fellow patrons.

Interrupt her, if you dare.

[ooc: I'm going to bed shortly, but I wanted to get this post up. As usual, open for tags until it falls off the page. New tags will be Millitimed to before the Gordon thread.]