milliways_bar | May. 16th, 2009

May. 16th, 2009

shoeless-ed.livejournal.com

Super-Sneaky Ninja Ed flits from shadow to shadow, moving swiftly and silently, virtually undetectable to the normal five senses.

Actually, because she is scrambling, rolling, and trying way too hard to be stealthy, she is as obvious as a very obvious thing. But please don't tell her, because it would break her little heart.

* * *

Zhaan is writing out a schedule for what she needs to plant, harvest, weed or whatever in her garden plot over the next few months. She's planning to return to the House of Arch soon and go to bed, but she might stay longer for interesting company.

lady_moon

[OOC: Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

Moon is still in her tree.

She's named him Norman.

Right now, Norman is discussing with her the fairness of birds nesting in his branches.

Moon thinks Norman is being silly, wanting his branches all to himself all the time.

Below, a few feet to either side of the tree, Mons and Mare keep their ever watchful guard, waiting for their Lady to descend.

venusadept_2

[OOM: Some things you just don't wanna hear.]

"NO!"

It is an angry voice, a noisy voice, a voice belonging to the boy slamming the door.

...Trying to slam the door. It's resisting, preferring to close at a more civilized rate.

[OOC: Open all the way down]

Current Mood: angry

lady_moon

[OOC: Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

Moon's in the bar this evening.

She is in her customary position, seated atop a table, her wolves beneath, and she is slowly building a tower out of her tarot cards.

The table, she thinks, is not as comfortable as Norman, nor as talkative, but it will do for now.

lady_moon

[OOM: Millitimed to Wednesday, Mary Anne finds Moon in a tree and they have a talk.]

forgoodorforawesome

"What?" says the wrestleman when he gets a napkin instead of the One he ordered. "I'm supposed to what? Aw, man..." Nonetheless, he and his henchpet take up positions back of the bar, and he modifies the specials board accordingly.

Greetings, party people in the place to be!
Your bartender for the evening is Strong Bad,
ably assisted by his The Cheat!

Tonight's specials honor the things he has been described as:
cool (Cool Kid),
awesome (Hot Damn),
hot (Hot Pants),
video games (Mind Game),
the hottest (Hot José),
and real real hot (Hot Spot).

Also, Cold Ones, Cool Ones, and chilled ones of other brands are one-half off, and ones at room temperature or above are one-quarter off.

After brief negotiations, he adds:

And furthermore,
Makeouts for the ladies: 50¢/minute
High-fives for the dudes: 50¢

"Step on up, folks!"

[Tag of diggy tininess: Annabelle Newfield]

[OOC: And, after only four hours, the mun proves to be a lightweight who must call it a night. Closed to new threads, but existing ones — yes, that includes Annabelle — will be picked up on the morrow.]

Current Mood: ready
Current Music: Survivor, "Eye of the Tiger"

iambetadraconis

A few hours ago...

I'm not in Azkaban. I'm not in Azkaban. I'm not in Azkaban...

This mantra is repeated many times over as he huddles near the fireplace, trying to warm up a chill inside him that's more mental than physical.

Strength had done her best and had largely reassurred him that it was all an illusion, and that Ruin was finished with him, but the chill remained.

Even with an angora sweater on, and a fire crackling away, he still felt cold.

Colder than his untouched dinner was getting.

He needs familiar company, now.

Current Mood: distressed

whatsatisfiesme.livejournal.com

((OOM: Well, Gilbert thinks the evening went wonderfully, at least.

All dialogue taken from Kaze To Ki No Uta Vol. 2; mild warnings for boys kissing and Gilbert being awful.))

Gilbert is giving off contentment like heat, when he comes through the front door this evening - the sort of contentment that would make sunbathers spread out in the sand on some tropical beach grind their teeth with jealousy.

It's late in his world, judging from the long nightshirt that he's wearing over his uniform's pants and the lack of shoes on his feet. But there's a skip in step as he makes his way over to the bar, hops up onto a seat, and smiles down at it oh-so-sweetly.

"A glass of wine, please."

Instead, he gets a mug of warm milk and a napkin bearing the message It's past your bedtime.

"Very funny, really." Except he actually laughs as he lifts the cup to his lips and takes a slow drink. He doesn't get in really good moods very often, and he doesn't plan to have this one spoiled anytime soon.

reallyaduck

Duck's stuck in Milliways again for now - but she doesn't mind too much. She's got plenty to think about. As if assimilating the whole 'Mytho wants his heart back' thing wasn't enough, there's that scary crow-feathered princess to figure out, and now Mytho and his heartshard have vanished . . .

It's all a little too much for Princess Tutu, even, let alone ordinary featherbrained Duck.

Milliways gets her some extra time, at least. So now she's sitting at a table, kicking her heels against the chair legs as she munches her way through a bowl of hot oatmeal and trying to figure out why Princess Kraehe's black tutu looked so familiar.

latino_menace

Ramon is in a booth, eyeing Bar with some suspicion. Life has taken a complicated turn or two the past few days and really, he plans to spend the evening just getting drunk.

Come join him, he's feeling quite gregarious this evening.

hopeitsworthit

It's been a long day. A really long, really fucked-up day. Goddamn shapeshifters. Goddamn Ronald.

Goddamn motherfucking FBI agents who can't let anything go.

Dean storms through the front door of Milliways, Sam hot on his heels. Unlike most other days, both of 'em are dressed in unrelieved black. There's lots of Kevlar involved, too.

And clearly neither one of them were exactly expecting to end up here. Dean's face says that pretty clearly.

"I'd take bets on whether this makes us more or less screwed, but fat chance of that, huh."

[ooc: Slowtime, please? It is getting late. Tags on current threads will be picked up tomorrow.]

waysthingsare.livejournal.com

[OOM: "Barty, where did you find a pen pal?"]

Barty enters the bar in his pajamas, with a sealed envelope in hand. He looks downright gleeful about the bar's appearance; in fact, giggles with delight and dashes straight to the bar itself as soon as he's through the door.

He has to climb onto a barstool to reach the counter-top, and when he does he slaps the envelope down with a sense of great accomplishment.

"For Mister Giles, okay?" he says, and the envelope (with a very friendly letter inside) disappears.

"Thank you!" he sing-songs happily, and hops back to the floor, wondering what he should do now that he has a special extended before-bed-time playtime.

parkerlee

Finals are done and Parker's dorm room is three-quarters packed. Seth is swinging by in an hour or so, and, until then, Parker is indulging in some serious unwinding time.

Which involves a glass of wine. And knitting.

Thanks to a lot of patient tutelage on Meg's part, Parker has finally gotten the hang of it. Enough so that the forest green scarf doesn't look like Swiss cheese. Parker wants to get it finished in time to give to Seth before she leaves for the summer.

Not that there's going to be much call for it during a California summer, but it's the thought, right?

And who knows? Maybe in the fall, they'll go somewhere that involves frost and chill.

It's as much about looking forward as anything.

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Out of Milliways:

Arlington Library

The door swings open, and a tired, bedraggled Ellen makes her way in. "Bar?" she says. "Is it possible to rent a room for long enough to just take a shower and get clean, please? I could use it..."

A key appears. Ellen takes it, murmurs her thanks, and disappears upstairs. She'll be back down eventually and get herself something to eat, if you're interested in conversation.

[Tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Annabelle Newfield. Spoilers for Fallout 3. Yes, it's open for tagging, just grab her after she's done with her shower.]

theflyingsquirl

[OOM: A family reunion of sorts, followed by yet another round of argument and amends. Small warning for language and suggestiveness.]

One mutant supervillain in casual clothes (cargo pants, sneakers, t-shirt) and with his left arm in a sling trudges down the stairs and toward the bar. It hasn't been a good week for him at all.

First there was being beaten publicly by his archrival, but that's par for the course, and he'll get him next time. Having his shoulder broken by being smashed through a gazebo the long way was painful, but it'll heal. Having his mother unleash her cyborg dogs to chase him off her property? That kinda sucked. Bringing Nutkin in to confirm Coreen's story and the fact that he is going to be a father was good, if a little scary, but the fight that followed?

Whatever the hell that was, he's not sure what to think, so he is here to do the one thing any other man would do in his place:

Figure out how best to use his position as Governor of Pennsylvania for evil. Real evil, not the diet-coke kind of evil he has been up to so far.

So he takes a seat at the bar, orders himself a beer and a plate of fries, and settles in to think. Assistance and/or distractions are extremely welcome.

[tinytags: the evil squirrel, the lovely coreen fennel, oom guest appearance by the mighty nutkin]
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