milliways_bar | Apr. 21st, 2009

Apr. 21st, 2009

[OOM: Duo shows up outside Laini's door with some surprising news. And not the good kind of surprise.]

Corporal Shephard is generally a man who takes very good care of his equipment, on the grounds that if he does so, it will take good care of him. However, there is a slight problem with some aspects of that. Namely, Corporal Shephard is not an engineer of any sort. Nor is he an electrician. And that part of his equipment which is not 'the guns', 'the gas mask', or 'the pipe wrench' is 'the Powered Combat Vest', and, well... beyond taking the critical elements apart and getting rid of any yuk that's accumulated on the contacts, he's really not sure of how to maintain it fully. So if you happen to spot a Marine in his early twenties settled in at one of the tables, with the guts of a black vest and a hell of a lot of electronics spread out in front of him, that would account for the look of irritated confusion on his face.

He'd appreciate assistance. He'd also appreciate distraction. It's too early in the day for beer but damn, he's tempted right now.

[tinytag: Corporal Adrian Shephard (Half-Life: Opposing Force), Alyx Vance, Carl Benton]

rodrocks.livejournal.com

Rod was walking by the bar his guitar on his back as he catches sight of a note on a napkin. Reading he gets a look in his eyes as he smiles slowly. Then stepping behind the bar he looks around he can do this. Writing on the board he smiles

Drink Specials

Any Domestic Brew,

Coca-Cola (For those underage),

Chocolate Milk,

Not sure what others will think of his specials he hopes they are liked as he polishes the bar and smiles. He’s ready to serve. And if you don’t want a drink he also takes song requests.

gorgonfondness

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy are sitting close together in a booth, eating an exquisite supper with excellent seafood and fine champagne.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, you see, have been married for one year tomorrow and decided to start celebrating early.

Mrs. Malfoy is wearing a cloak and a dragon diamond tiara. Mr. Malfoy insisted that his beautiful, beloved queen should wear them, and she couldn't say no in the face of that argument.

Mr. Malfoy, being difficult to shop for, has a handmade present. A small sculpture of a white peacock, with the promise that it will have to do until they can find a place large enough for real peafowl to roam.

You can come and say hi, but be prepared for mushiness.

[OOC: This will be the last tag-able entrance post for Draco and Mia before they're locked out of the bar for three years, as said in this backroom post. If you want them at this age, get them now!]

c-cethegus-caes.livejournal.com

The battle had been long and hard and he had had no realistic hopes of surviving it. However the manner of his death had been an annoyance. He was only glad that his body had been disposed of in the proper manner, rather than buried to rot. Instead the smoke of his burning had risen - to Heaven, he had assumed.

He had not expected heaven to look like a rather battered taberna, nor that the patrons would be such a ratty bunch. Some looked scarcely human.

He shifted his belt and checked that the gladius to his left still slid easily in the sheathe then moved further into the room trying to get his bearings.

guppy_sandhu

The circle of chairs is set up, with a selection of yummy smelling pasties in the middle, both meat and vegetarian. Guppy has made a new poster for the wall.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

Got a problem?
Need someone to talk to?
Worried about life here or at home?
Just want free food?

Everyone welcome!

Guppy is sitting at the table, writing names on badges for himself and new volunteer Ben, who is putting out cushions.

[ooc: Come one, come all! Two muns, two pups, threadhopping highly encouraged within the circle!]

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

Head's up, Milliways! A six-four GIANT of a Nerd Herder just walked in (backwards), carrying an armload of boxes.

"-organ, did you get that-"

Milliways will never know what (M)organ did or did not get, because Chuck just let out a ~~girly~~ VERY MANLY YELP and dropped his boxes and now they're going all over the place.

Thankfully, they were only filled with those little packing peanuts. Which... means that the immediate vicinity gets to pick those out of their food, but at least nothing really big and heavy and expensive broke.

"OhmyGod," says the Nerd Herder.

THIS IS NOT THE BUY MORE.

Tiny misplaced tags: Chuck Bartowski, Charlotte "Chuck" Charles, Lorne, Cal Chandler

noteful

It's that time of the semester.

Meg is back in the bar, sitting at a table piled with with her books and her notebooks and pens and index cards and highlighters.

She reaches for a highlighter without taking her eyes off her notes, and manages to send it rolling off the table. Reaches down to get it, and manages to hit her head on the underside of the table when she sits back up.

"Ow."

And then notices that this has been enough to slosh tea out of a very full cup and onto the index cards.

"Darnit."

And there goes the highlighter again . . .

[tiny tag: Meg Ford]

mechanicalswans

[OOM: It's easier than you might think to break the mind of a demigod, at least temporarily. No warnings whatsoever, for a change.]

As Weyland steps through the door into the bar, he is still lost in thought, somewhere between anger that his aircraft has been violated, and confusion as to exactly how.

Some days call for Atlantean. This seems to be one of them.

He would not mind company, or at least a distraction.

[tinytags: weyland]

[ooc: open until it's off the page]

mr_gaeta

[OOM:

"Very well. On behalf of the people of the Twelve Colonies...

I surrender."

(Spoilers for -- and most dialogue taken from -- BSG 2x20, "Lay Down Your Burdens, Part II.")]

ostro_goth

Instead of the re-spawn, this is Milliways.

So, when Teja storms in the door, ready to re-arm and rejoin his comrades after having died for a second time in that strange world where he has been fighting, he stops only after several steps in.

The bar!!

He is wearing his own clothes again, black linen breeches and tunic, and has no longer the helmet obscuring his face, the blue uniform, nor, alas, the big fire-arm that wrought such glorious destruction.

His excursion has taken but a few hours, but he is thirsty; so, he goes to the bar for a drink and then looks around for friends, cats, companions.

stargypsy.livejournal.com

Tali's managed to befriend Arcturus' quartermaster, so he sometimes gives her damaged or defective items that would normally be recycled or thrown away entirely. Tali breaks these things down for useful parts and makes things out of them. On the flotilla this kind of thing is a necessity, but in Tali's current circumstances it's more of a pasttime.

She's now at a table with four shotguns of different makes, although it's hard to tell there are four because they've all been broken down into their component parts. Tali is trying to build herself a customized weapon.

When she fails for the third time to fit a regulator module from one gun to the rail assembly of another, in spite of numerous adjustments, she bangs a fist on the table and grumbles to herself. Anyone who knows her, or any particularly observant person who doesn't, would realize that it isn't really her technical difficulties that are making her upset.

[OOC: Sorry, plotlocked.]

[Tinytag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]

glenview7537.livejournal.com

Philip Marlowe, private investigator, is sitting at a table with a newspaper and a tall mug of black coffee; he is a man just over six feet tall, with a string build that fits comfortable inside his dark blue suit.

Right now, his expression is mostly blank since the news of the day lack anything that piques his interest. In a minute the newspaper will be put away and his coffee will regain his full attention.

[ Philip Marlowe ]

[ Open until it rolls off the front page. ]

a1enzo

[[OOM: I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm perfectly calm, I'm utterly under control...]]

latino_menace

Ramon enters the bar from the front door, looking happy and tanned. It's been a relaxed sort of week. He meanders over to bar and, ignoring the usual air of displeasure that comes from her, asks for paper.

( Jason )

Business taken care of, he grabs a bottle, finds a booth and prepares to make his good mood even better. There will never be a better time to come get a drink off him.

thechaosbringer

You haven't seen the Nullspark in the bar for a while now.

This is a good thing for the bar, and a bad thing for wherever he happened to be during this time.

Some realities have bit it and are now one with the void.

But Milliways is persistent and won't be biting it any time soon.

Unicron is not actually sorry about that fact, either. There's a nice refuelling station just outside the window he just passed through.

With the same body he fought another patron with, this time.

~~It works, since those are the only icons I can access right now.~~

He's practically all fangs and knives.

Oh, goody. Today he's a walking salad maker, but don't say that to him.