milliways_bar | Apr. 28th, 2009

Apr. 28th, 2009

[oom: Warning for all talk no touch adult content]

when you walk through the garden
you gotta watch your back
well I beg your pardon
walk the straight and narrow track
if you walk with Jesus
he's gonna save your soul
you gotta keep the devil

way down in the hole

he's got the fire and the fury
at his command
well you don't have to worry
if you hold on to Jesus hand
we'll all be safe from Satan

when the thunder rolls

just gotta help me keep the devil

way down in the hole

all the angels sing about Jesus' mighty sword
and they'll shield you with their wings
and keep you close to the lord
don't pay heed to temptation
for his hands are so cold
you gotta help me keep the devil

way down in the hole

Five Blind Boys Of Alabama

Way Down In The Hole (mp3)

[ tiny storm tossed tag: Fiona Glenanne ]

hecu_marine

Shephard's been keeping himself busy in anticipation of whatever is waiting on the other side of his door once he and Chell and Alyx and Barney (and, he supposes, the other guy) go home. It's a lifelong habit. Growing up with parents like his, in deep rural territory, doesn't leave a whole lot of time for idleness. Several years in the Marine Corps tends to drill any penchant for idleness out of you, too. It's more a question of how you keep busy than whether you do or not, and in this case he's been putting himself through every bit of drill and physical training one man can do alone without the equipment one would find on a military base. Which is good, but it still leaves some open time. He'll be working with Carl on learning to fly his helicopter properly when he gets the chance, but for now his open time's been spent at the other end of the tech spectrum.

Long story short: Shephard's been out back by the lake a lot the past several days, learning the best way to hit a rock with another rock if you want to make an arrowhead out of the pieces you break off. He's finally achieved some very respectable ones, along with a lot of bruised and cut-up fingers, and he's celebrating by heading into the Bar to look over the lot and get himself something to eat. So if you see a man in Marine Corps fatigues as of about 2001 with a bunch of stone arrowheads spread out at his table while he digs into a hamburger? That's totally why.

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

glenview7537.livejournal.com

Shh.

Someone has a hangover.

Someone has a stiff neck for sleeping funny.

Someone might be cranky, but who knows?

Marlowe knows that he spent an evening talking with the absinthe faerie, and that is an experience he will not repeat so soon, no matter how interesting it was. He also knows that Bar is right, he needs lots of liquid to purge the toxins, but there is only so much water he can drink.

Coffee and cream, aspirins, a dark-ish booth out of the way.

Approach with care.

[ Philip Marlowe ]

mendanddefend_archive

There's a flying baby in Milliways.

Don't worry, she's wearing a harness attached to a leash, and the leash is attached to another harness her father is wearing. She's not getting more than a few yards away from Daddy.

Still, it's an interesting sight, isn't it?

[tiny levitating tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]

justdidntseeit

Heard the one about the blond who fell through the door and landed in a bar at the end of the universe?

Kate's not exactly laughing -- this hurts.

And (obviously) this isn't the driver's seat of the rental car.

"Doc, I'll be right back," she promises through the crack in the door, and replaces her ankle with her cowboy hat so the door doesn't click shut.

She just wants to check the notice board.

And she will. As soon as she gets up.

[ tiny plot tag: boo-napping!plot ]

[ ooc: open 'til it scrolls off! ]

tragic_mask

Melpomene is... in the bar.

It's refreshing, really. Not being able to see every wandering thought that drifts through every mind.

So, she's here, elbows propped on the table, smoking and surveying the room.

yosafbridge

A long night of drinking equals a red-haired woman trying to recover from a pounding headache and an aversion to loud noises and bright lights.

Thankfully, there aren't many bright lights in Milliways, which makes it the perfect spot from which to slowly cleanse one's body of any alcoholic remnants.

Saffron presses a hand to her forehead, gently massaging one of her temples, and its twin reaches for the tall glass of water Bar's been kind enough to serve her. After she finishes that, there'll likely be some kind of coffee to follow.

Approach with caution.

7twistedwishes

A new day, and Weyland is at the bar again.

Picking one of the tables near the observation room, he dedicates himself to tinkering with something that resembles a large pocket watch.

Must be a hobby, or a general distraction, since he is using actual mundane tools.

[ Plot! ]

m-antonivs.livejournal.com

Drinking and sleeping and lounging in the bath can only take up so much of one's day--believe me, Mark Antony has certainly tried. Eventually, even he needs to find other amusements, which is why he is out at the training yard going through his exercises.

He is very good at what he does, and in his humble opinion, he does it with more style and charm than any of his contemporaries (not more than anybody ever, of course. That would be hubris, and he's not in a mood to be struck down today).

He wouldn't mind company.

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen sits down at a table with a large sketchbook and a collection of markers.

She sets up a sign that reads:

Caricatures! Price negotiable.

And then settles in, with a wide smile.

(tiny tag:Coreen Fennel)

((Open until falls off page!))

didntmakeitout.livejournal.com

Fact: In Doc Potter's arms is a remarkably runty little demon rabbit.

Fact: Doc Potter's hands are suffering from first-degree burns, and his sleeves are singed.

Fact: The demon bunny is, even more remarkably, asleep, and has a muzzle firmly affixed on its snout.

Fact: Doc Potter looks about thisclose to conking out.

Fact: Never before in his life has Doc Potter ever attempted to adopt/domesticate an animal.

Probable: He wouldn't mind a decent conversation.

[ tiny tag with an adopted bunny: doc potter
tiny tag with a bum leg: dan evans
tiny tag that's nonplussed as all hell: ben wade ]

a1enzo

[[Millitimed to after this. Warning for discussion of drug use.

OOM: Sometimes, the antidote may be distilled from the poison.]]

venusadept_2

"So it wasn't a dream..."

So speaks Felix as he enters and looks around with a certain amount of amazement. Then he notices certain features, patrons, and empty spaces, and raises an eyebrow.

"Ah, now again?"

isaysimplewords

Cal slept badly last night, preoccupied by the talk with Enzo yesterday. He's not sure, in retrospect, that he made the right call there. He also doesn't know what else he could have done, and he's spent so much time thinking about it that his mind is just chasing itself in circles now.

He's by the fire instead of sitting at his usual table, and his ever-present drink appears to have made a permanent switch from decaf coffee to raktajino, courtesy of one Chuck Bartowski. Usually, Bar strips the caffeine from the raktajino too, but today she's left a little bit in. It may or may not be helping.

[OOC: Semi-plotlocked, if only because I don't really have the room for a full-blown EP right now. If you want to tag, please ping me first.]

[WARNING for discussion of drug use in the above-linked thread.]

will_scarlett

When Will arrives at the Bar after talking to Adrian, he's only slightly surprised by the request and takes his time picking out the specials.

Specials
Gunfire
Arise My Love
No Regrets

Then he makes himself a Gunfire from the fresh pot of black tea that he set going and rests on the Bar to watch everyone go by. He's still worried about what's going on with him and Kate and hopefully this will be a good distraction.

Tiny tag of artistic merit: Coreen Fennel
Tiny tag of loving the smell of gunfire: Ben Wade
Tiny tag of lack of expression: Kratos

latino_menace

Last night, he had been sick of women. Today, he's more open-minded on the subject which is why he's in the bar at all. He's at a table where he can see most of the room and appears to be surveying it regularly.

[Tags of too many pretty women: Fiona Glenanne, Kida, Kate Warner]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

Susannah leaves a package at the Bar for Crowley. A thick portfolio of Tet's data on their corporate enemies, along with two books (one thick, one thin); The Dark Tower Concordances compiled by Robin Furth.

(She thought about going through them with a black Sharpie, but ultimately, what's the damn point? Life doesn't let anybody get out with their dignity left.)

Now she needs a drink. Fortunately she's in a bar.

mechanicalswans

The answer: two and a half days.

The question? How long it takes Weyland without being able to craft anything before he cracks. Oh, he's gone longer in the past, but that was by choice. This is by simple inability.

Which is why not-Scarlet is over by the fire, braiding flowers into a garland. It's not metal, but it keeps her hands busy. And that's the important thing.

Highly botherable.

[tinytags: weyland] [open until it falls off the page]

bringonthewonder

She tells herself, when she pulls the door open and steps into Milliways, that she's doing it because she needs time to think.

She's not. She's doing it because she needs time in which her cell phone isn't ringing, and she's not worrying that he's worrying, and she doesn't have to deal, because she's ready to scream or run or throw something across the room.

So, officially, she's here to think, though honestly, she's not sure how much more thinking she can do about it. She's turned turned it over and over, done everything short of try to program it into the Angelator to see it from every angle. She's spun it around, and dissected it, turned it inside out and remade it, torn it apart and pieced it back together.

So she sits, and she thinks, and she hides, and she pretends she's actually going to drink that scotch, instead of just watching the ice melt.

dr_temperance

There’s no real logic in the phrase, Getting things back to normal.

It’s impossible to get things back to normal. (Time travel exists only in theory in the real world). When the circumstances of your life change, there is no way to reestablish normality exactly as it was. Instead, a new version of normal slowly emerges to take its place.

Such as it is in the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal lab.

The press has wrung every bit of news and drama from the Gormogon case. The internal investigation and reviews are all but over. And the professional community has begun to acknowledge the existence of Brennan and her team again. The lab and team are still adapting to the new order, but they seemed to have hit a more or less stable plateau.

For Brennan, part of the new normal is hiring a new intern/assistant. It will be difficult. Zach set the bar very high. But they need the extra pair of hands in the lab. She has half a dozen promising applicants. Forensic Anthropology is a rarefied enough field that the pool is small and select.

Brennan has a cup of coffee and the applicant files, and is carefully weighing and measuring strengths and weaknesses.

Botherable.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: It's supposed to be the epitome of the entire teenage experience. Even X can't miss out on it. Can she?]

un_fallen

Raguel bellies up to the bar and shoves his bag under his seat, even as he seems to be having an intense conversation with a napkin. He's wearing an interesting hat.

The only thing that appears, despite his obvious cajoling, is a mug of beer. Raguel glares at the polished surface, then snatches up the mug. The bar glows at him.

[OOC: Mun is only here for a few hours Tues & Wed, but slowtime is definitely up for grabs for anyone who'd like it!]

foxglove_eyes

A dark-haired beauty sits in the corner, who you may not have seen for a while--

-- she's just been busy, that's all. After all, she's a Velvet.

She's open to conversation. Oh, yes, indeed.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is at the bar, marking some of his students' work.

He sips his tea and taps his red pen on one suspicious looking 'patient interview', then writes on the bottom of it 'Did you make this up?'.

He sips his tea again, unsure whether to laugh or to grumble about students in general. This one must have thought he was born yesterday if he was going to fall for a description of Elvis Presley as a real patient.

The teapot on his other side has a small leak and is making a slow puddle encroaching on the remaining papers.

ladyfirestarter

Charlie McGee is in the bar.

Specifically: she is at the bar, with a hard lemonade and a little bowl of cheese crackers, idly peoplewatching and not doing anything in particular.

Come say hi.