Apr. 20th, 2009
The Night of the Stone Chief
Apr. 20th, 2009 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ever_lovinThe front door opens softly and Ben Grimm comes flying through. Due to Providence, or some other force, he hits neither patron nor bar furniture as he lands and slides to a stop mere inches from Bar herself. In fact the buckskins he is wearing even protect the bar's floor from being so much as scuffed!
As the front door closes, Ben stands up and shakes himself off. He looks around and says in a loud voice, "Long story short, Davy Crockett needs some help. Anyone interested?"
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As the front door closes, Ben stands up and shakes himself off. He looks around and says in a loud voice, "Long story short, Davy Crockett needs some help. Anyone interested?"
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Apr. 20th, 2009 12:42 pmagnes_nittAgnes needs a drink.
Well, that's not entirely true. What she needs is her boyfriend to rub her neck and play with her hair. But she knows how hard it is for him to get away, so a drink will have to do. Preferably something with slightly less ability to strip paint than Nanny's scumble.
Which is why she's sitting at the bar nursing a pint of dark Morporkian ale. Milliways is a lot closer, by some frame of thinking, than Ankh-Morpork, after all.
Well, that's not entirely true. What she needs is her boyfriend to rub her neck and play with her hair. But she knows how hard it is for him to get away, so a drink will have to do. Preferably something with slightly less ability to strip paint than Nanny's scumble.
Which is why she's sitting at the bar nursing a pint of dark Morporkian ale. Milliways is a lot closer, by some frame of thinking, than Ankh-Morpork, after all.
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Apr. 20th, 2009 01:05 pmcallahans_geniusStrangness is status quo at Milliways.
So it shouldn't be too shocking when an older gentleman suddenly appears in the middle of the room, completely naked. He looks around at where he is, says "Oh, excuse me!", and promptly disappears just as suddenly.
About five minutes later, the same gentleman, dressed this time in a suit that would have been right at home in the 1930s (and, until a few minutes ago, had been), comes down from the rooms upstairs, has a seat at the bar, and orders an Irish coffee.
So it shouldn't be too shocking when an older gentleman suddenly appears in the middle of the room, completely naked. He looks around at where he is, says "Oh, excuse me!", and promptly disappears just as suddenly.
About five minutes later, the same gentleman, dressed this time in a suit that would have been right at home in the 1930s (and, until a few minutes ago, had been), comes down from the rooms upstairs, has a seat at the bar, and orders an Irish coffee.
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Apr. 20th, 2009 04:23 pmthe_cupbearerGanymede is in the Bar today, reading a book of mythology. He's finding it interesting, in part because he didn't realize people still remembered them, after so long...
And some of the stories, the way these are written, are just amusing. He hasn't found his own yet, but when he does, he'll be very amused. In the meantime he's tucked into a chair, with a glass of wine beside him, where it's relatively quiet. Or as much so as one can get in a...bar open to everyone. Ever.
And some of the stories, the way these are written, are just amusing. He hasn't found his own yet, but when he does, he'll be very amused. In the meantime he's tucked into a chair, with a glass of wine beside him, where it's relatively quiet. Or as much so as one can get in a...bar open to everyone. Ever.
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Apr. 20th, 2009 05:15 pmvance_primeFrom the other side of the Door comes a muffled BOOM.
Then it falls open and Alyx Vance staggers backward into the room, arms over her face as though to shield herself from whatever just exploded. She's wearing the same clothes she had on when she disappeared through the red door four days ago. There's not a mark on them, or on her, that wasn't already there when she left.
For a long moment, she just stays in the same position, panting. Then she looks up, blinking in bewilderment at her surroundings.
"Oh-kayyyyy... what just happened?"
Then it falls open and Alyx Vance staggers backward into the room, arms over her face as though to shield herself from whatever just exploded. She's wearing the same clothes she had on when she disappeared through the red door four days ago. There's not a mark on them, or on her, that wasn't already there when she left.
For a long moment, she just stays in the same position, panting. Then she looks up, blinking in bewilderment at her surroundings.
"Oh-kayyyyy... what just happened?"
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Apr. 20th, 2009 07:26 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
notashortbean.livejournal.comOne Ed, in the bar, ignoring both the fact that it's his birthday today, and the fact there are people around who are aware of that fact.
Ignoring things always makes them go away! So instead of the fact he's really fucking old, he's concentrating on a really lame book that tries to biograph him and his brother. The amount of things they get wrong is kind of hilarious.
He's crossing out any reference to his height, though.
It's just a necessity.
Ignoring things always makes them go away! So instead of the fact he's really fucking old, he's concentrating on a really lame book that tries to biograph him and his brother. The amount of things they get wrong is kind of hilarious.
He's crossing out any reference to his height, though.
It's just a necessity.
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Apr. 20th, 2009 07:56 pmfoxy-l33t.livejournal.comSometimes, you just concentrate better when surrounded by a few dozen people all talking, singing, drinking, joking, eating, and maybe fighting.
Laini is at a table with the guts of a gadget spread out in front of her and several tools near at hand.
And a cup of coffee blacker than the space past the dying stars outside the Window.
Alas, the coffee is just as cold.
The best magi-tech of Underhill certainly will answer any and all questions about what she is working on. Even more so if you have brought her a refill.
Laini is at a table with the guts of a gadget spread out in front of her and several tools near at hand.
And a cup of coffee blacker than the space past the dying stars outside the Window.
Alas, the coffee is just as cold.
The best magi-tech of Underhill certainly will answer any and all questions about what she is working on. Even more so if you have brought her a refill.
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Apr. 20th, 2009 08:02 pmfanofthegenreWhen the door shows up for Beckett for the second day in a row, it comes as a bit of a surprise to her, but she heads toward the bar without hesitation, hoping to at least get a cup of decaf out of the deal.
Instead of a cup, a napkin appears in front of her. She reads it with a frown.
"Really?"
Another napkin appears. Beckett reads that one, too.
"Alright," she finally agrees, shoulders sagging in surrender, and slides under the bar to set everything up.
"Just so you know, I'm not very good at--" A third napkin appears and interrupts her. "Fine. But you're going to have to help me."
The specials board immediately changes to a list with Bar's handwriting:
HAPPY HOUR
Cop Car
E Pluribus Unum
Holly Golightly
Beer, wine and other mixed drinks available upon request.
Beckett's eyes read over the list and she makes a face.
"Funny."
A fourth napkin appears: this one with just a smiling face drawn on.
[tiny first time bartender tag: kate beckett]
Instead of a cup, a napkin appears in front of her. She reads it with a frown.
"Really?"
Another napkin appears. Beckett reads that one, too.
"Alright," she finally agrees, shoulders sagging in surrender, and slides under the bar to set everything up.
"Just so you know, I'm not very good at--" A third napkin appears and interrupts her. "Fine. But you're going to have to help me."
The specials board immediately changes to a list with Bar's handwriting:
Cop Car
E Pluribus Unum
Holly Golightly
Beer, wine and other mixed drinks available upon request.
Beckett's eyes read over the list and she makes a face.
"Funny."
A fourth napkin appears: this one with just a smiling face drawn on.
[tiny first time bartender tag: kate beckett]
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Apr. 20th, 2009 09:54 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy comes into the bar, baby in one hand, stack of newspapers in the other.
He puts the paper down, grabs a clean sheet, and jots down a note.
( Kate Bishop )
He picks the papers up and heads over to a booth, where he settles the little boy on his knee and starts story time.
"Once upon a time there were three bears, a mummy bear, a daddy bear, and a baby bear..."
The little blue eyes listen attentively, then Alexander drops off to sleep.
He puts the paper down, grabs a clean sheet, and jots down a note.
( Kate Bishop )
He picks the papers up and heads over to a booth, where he settles the little boy on his knee and starts story time.
"Once upon a time there were three bears, a mummy bear, a daddy bear, and a baby bear..."
The little blue eyes listen attentively, then Alexander drops off to sleep.
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Apr. 20th, 2009 10:08 pmnot_lugosiOOM: Despite soy milk in coffee, bittersweet memories, a shock in the skyline, and a ghost sighting, Cal has a good visit to Bela's New York City.
Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler
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Apr. 20th, 2009 10:52 pmkinshou-kitsune.livejournal.comThere were many things in the world that Inari was willing to try. Fried ice cream, eating snails, and going to a costume party in a Civil War era dress. Now the last wouldn't be an issue because she liked dresses, but hoop skirts?
When the door opened into Milliways the kitsune kami breathed a sigh of relief, lowering the parasol as she tried to cross through the door. But hoop skirts and small doors do not get along quite well. Moving forward she almost seemed to bounce back a step frowning slightly as she did. The second time she didn't back track as much.
The third time? She got stuck.
"Um," Inari said lightly, somewhat squeeking as she did, completely stuck in the door. "Help?"
[tinytag: Rhyme]
When the door opened into Milliways the kitsune kami breathed a sigh of relief, lowering the parasol as she tried to cross through the door. But hoop skirts and small doors do not get along quite well. Moving forward she almost seemed to bounce back a step frowning slightly as she did. The second time she didn't back track as much.
The third time? She got stuck.
"Um," Inari said lightly, somewhat squeeking as she did, completely stuck in the door. "Help?"
[tinytag: Rhyme]
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Apr. 20th, 2009 11:30 pmlatino_menaceIs here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
OOM: Ramon had meant to go to Portugal to order bullets. He's very glad Bar had other ideas.
[OOC: Random written with permission of his lovely mun. Warnings for brief, non-specific, sex stuff in the second link.]
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Apr. 20th, 2009 11:38 pmbestsellingego.livejournal.comA man sits at the bar, his dress shoes tucked under the beam of the stool he's currently perched upon. He's got a hell of a shiner and half a mind to believe the rumours now that he's got proof: lefties can throw a punch, and then can do it hard. His black bow tie is undone, lying limply around his neck. He's in deep discussion with Bar:
"No, that thing Hemingway said about drinking. You know what I'm talking about. 'Something something sober, you'd know better if you kept your mouth shut.' Come on, you've gotta' know this --" he leans forward, half imploring.
Bar produces a dry vodka martini and a copy of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations.
Rick Castle takes a sip of the martini and uses the Bartlett's as a coaster. "Succinct," he says, "Hemingway would have liked that."
[ short, declarative tiny tag : rick castle ; kate beckett ]
"No, that thing Hemingway said about drinking. You know what I'm talking about. 'Something something sober, you'd know better if you kept your mouth shut.' Come on, you've gotta' know this --" he leans forward, half imploring.
Bar produces a dry vodka martini and a copy of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations.
Rick Castle takes a sip of the martini and uses the Bartlett's as a coaster. "Succinct," he says, "Hemingway would have liked that."
[ short, declarative tiny tag : rick castle ; kate beckett ]
