milliways_bar | May. 25th, 2009

May. 25th, 2009

It's Memorial Day, at least by the Bar's calendar, and by Lorne's as well.

So there's a USAF major in full dress blues, just come from the memorial service in Atlantis (where such things are very meticulously observed), feeling a bit melancholy and in need of a drink.

His cover comes off as soon as he steps inside and gets tucked away inside his jacket as he steps up to the bar.

"Scotch, please," he says softly. "Two."

tiny-remembering!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open until it falls of the page.]

flail_victoria

Seras was so tired after a day of work that she just wanted to go home and pass out. She was nearly there when she opened the door to her small flat.

"Oh bloody Hell!" she said with a groan as she stood in the doorway looking at a bar where her place should be.

Current Mood: distressed

mything_person

Jerry come into the bar and grabs a seat at a stool. Before he even opens his mouth to order, a cupcake arrives with a small lit candle.

"I'm not sure it counts like that," he says finally, "I certainly haven't been coming long enough for pastries from my perspective."

Tiny ~~belated~~ Milli-versary tag: Jerry Lukacs

OOC: Jerry is open while he's on the front. Slow times welcome and more or less guaranteed.

Current Music: Ko-Ko - Charlie Parker Quintet

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason crashed hard after his night with Scarlet, and losing it last night didn't help. So now he not only feels like utter hell, but he's sore from the forceful shift that had happened once he hit the back door.

At least that forced him to eat and rest, though. His beast wasn't nearly so stupid as to neglect itself.

He's slumped on the couch with a large glass of water, looking fairly miserable. Think you could cheer him up?

[OOC: And slow please: we're taking kiddo to the pool!]

will_scarlett

Will only learned of what today is when Bar presented him with a book titled Boldness Be My Friend full of stories of World War II.

At the moment, his beer is largely forgotten as he flips an airborne Screaming Eagle patch on his knuckles as if its coin and he worries about his friends who he hasn't seen in a long time.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate was alternating between taking a short walk out back to enjoy the warming weather out back, and resting in the bar again. She missed Sparrow, but he was safe in New York with a personal attendant at the kennel for the time being till she could get back there again. She had an iPod, and idly hummed along with the songs. Her healing fingers tapped the notes and beats in the air as she listened.

There was some Classical pieces on it, but currently an interesting song by Annie Lennox called 'Little Bird.' The lyrics were interesting.

Current Music: Annie Lennox - Little Bird

blowupthefloats

As Munch steps through the door and enters the bar, he rolls his eyes; Milliways would have to show up when he's supposed to be on his way to a barbecue at Cragen's. And of course, he would also have to be on the bartending schedule for tonight.

Ah, well. At least he won't have to rack his brain real hard for a theme tonight. Though it makes him wonder how it is that he winds up tending on holidays...

Memorial Day Specials
American Flag
All American
Red White and Blue
Half off drinks for all service men, women and veterans.

Once the specials are up, Munch takes off his jacket and dons the bartender's apron. "All right, let's go."

Welcome to Happy Hour, folks! What'll it be?

OOC: [you folks have been great, but sinus congestion is wreaking havoc so I must take my leave. I'll pick up these threads tomorrow!]

mogget_cat

The piano has a player, tonight. White-clad Yrael matches the lacquered-white piano, his bone-pale fingers upon the ivory keys, playing easily through delicate, measured phrases of Scarlatti's Cat Fugue, notes light as pawsteps.

Focusing on the music keeps him from focusing on other things, things he feels he could not help even if he were to focus on them. Nothing goes through his mind but the notes as they are played, easily and without hesitation, moving from his mind to his fingers, his fingers to the keys, from the keys to the strings, and from the strings to the rest of the bar.

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Out of Milliways:

GNR Plaza. In which the Lyons' Pride is met, and terrible green things must be faced.
Three Dog. In which the Voice in the Darkness is finally met, face to face.

Ellen had meant to step into the crumbling remains of an old, old elementary school and find herself a corner to hide in for a while. The door, it seemed, had other plans. She pauses just inside the Milliways door, blinking as she pulls off her armor's black-and-gold headpiece; then she lets out an enormous sigh, and her shoulders slump. "Um," she says, waving to one of the waitrats. "Would anybody mind if I just sat over here with my back to the wall for a bit? I'm going to need some whiskey or proper beer or something soon, but right now I just kind of need to- thank you..."

That last is because the rat chirruped reassuringly and trotted off to the Bar. Ellen's going to offload her rifle and her pack now and slump against the wall until she's got shoulders to the wall and backside on the floor, and maybe hyperventilate a little or something. Just for a bit. It's been kind of an interesting few hours.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Annabelle Newfield, Yuuno Scrya]

itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com

[oom: pre-milliways: Olive prepares to open the Pie Hole. The universe, however, has other plans.]

Olive stops in the doorway, key clattering to the floor. It's quickly forgotten, as she cranes her neck to look all around the bar.

Another small step forward. "This bar sure looked like the Pie Hole from the outside."

[tiny tag: Olive Snook.
open until I say so. fans should note that Olive is currently only at episode 2 of pushing daisies.]

not_lugosi

Bela sits at her usual booth, sipping a Lemon Drop as she writes in a notebook. This is her last night here; she needs to get back to her world tomorrow and conduct some business. Even though she's on borrowed time now, she deserves these holidays.

She wouldn't mind interruptions.

ostro_goth

Teja is by the fireplace, eschewing the sunlight; he has his harp and plays a soft, sad melody, his fingers moving as if on their own while he gazes into the fire and thinks.

Oh, and he has much to think of, and to feel pain for!

Not only has Asher returned, and been hurt so deeply, mere minutes from his entrance, when Teja told him, straight away, that he had broken faith and was the golden-haired blood-drinker's beloved no more. Oh, that had stung, delivering such words to one so dear, and all the pain his own fault. And yet, he would not regret his love for Charlie for a single moment. There was no easy answer, no way of arguing away that which accused him; all Teja could do was bear and ponder the pain.

And then, as bad, did it become ever more clear that in a way he now was traitor not only to the once-beloved, but traitor to his people and all they held dear. Today, he had been told, was a day to remember those fallen in battle: and those fallen in battle that had been dearest to Teja, those that he might remember at such a solemn ceremony, would turn their back in silence if they knew him now, if they knew their erstwhile comrade and last king now took his pleasure with another man! A shame so great, so unmanning, that it would negate all he had done, and defile the sacrifice of those that died before him. And yet, having his beloved is worth even that ultimate, if theoretical, disgrace!

But it stings. It all stings very much. This is not a god day for the dead Goth.

[OOC: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]

yosafbridge

By the time Saffron makes it downstairs, it's well into the afternoon, and she's just finished spending a particularly lazy morning in her room. It's not something she does often - she's somewhat of a believer in that early bird theory - but when the opportunity arises, what else can she do but take it?

The thing that's managed to get her out of her room? Hunger, and she slips into a booth with the intention of ordering something resembling brunch. Bar delivers in the form of fruit - strawberries, notably, swollen red and ripe. She doesn't waste time before digging in, picking one up and immediately taking a bite.

Since Bar is the only place she's likely to get real fruit, she's going to be pretty possessive over this bowl.

Regardless, the noises she's making are a good indication that she's really enjoying them.

[ooc: consider this a reposting - all tags welcome!]

gonna_live

[OOM: Enter the cavalry.]

bringonthewonder

Angela's last three weeks can be summed up end an engagement, spend some time down home at Dad's, battle Memorial Day Weekend traffic back to DC, and then arrive back at an apartment you haven't ever planned to use as a primary residence again. It had been a handy place to crash when they'd worked so late that the drive out to Hodgins' place seemed more effort than it was worth, but she's essentially been living Somewhere Else for almost two years.

It's . . . depressing. Half her things are still Somewhere Else, the cupboards and freezer are fairly bare, and she keeps finding things Jack left there.

She's half-heartedly playing Anywhere But Here with herself when she opens the closet door and sees the bar. She stops just long enough to grab a canvas bag she hasn't unpacked yet.

Five minutes later she is settled at a table, with wine and a sketch book, and everything else can wait.

noattachments

When the front door puts in an appearance for the first time since Kate fell into the bar, it sends her sprinting back up the stairs to her room to change back into the sandy jeans and tank top and button-down shirt she was wearing that day.

It's another lie she'll have to tell, and this one she expects to be one of the hardest she's tried to maintain.

Hurrying down the stairs again, she pulls her hair back into a ponytail. She doesn't know how this will work -- will she walk out into the hatch? -- but she has to take her chances. As much as she's wanted to get off the island during the month she's spent there, she doesn't want to stay still here, either.

(And if her past experience is anything to go by, she won't be able to stay away from the bar for more than a day or two anyway.)

She opens the door to meet darkness, and for a second she's tempted to go ask the bar for a flashlight. But she had one originally and dropped it as she fell down the hatch, and the less she screws with what's going on there the easier it'll be to keep the lie up.

Tentatively, she steps out, but her feet meet nothing but air.

She lands -- hard -- on her back, face twisting in pain. The impact shoots through her hips, her neck, her teeth, and then she feels nothing.

neapolitan_man

...so, long story short, there is a bored supervillain in the bar who, having consulted the book on how he should spend his afternoon, has come to the conclusion that one can never have too many weapons, especially when they are ice-cream-based and thus more subject than usual to the elements.

Which is why he is seated at a table, idly gnawing on a cigar while he works on the wiring for a batch of rocket pops.

...what, yours aren't projectile weapons?

Botherable, and currently under the control of his vanilla mood. Thank goodness for small favors.

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

shufti

Security Member on duty

Shufti's neat sign is on the table, next to a cup of sweet milky tea. She sips it and surveys the bar, keeping an eye out for trouble or company.

Also on the table is a sword, a deceptively battered-looking affair that she is sharpening, whilst making sure to maintain the weathered look.

ladyfirestarter

Charlie McGee is in the bar, sitting by the fireplace with a glass of iced tea.

She hasn't picked up her package yet, but she'll probably get to it sometime this evening. Probably.

boundxkitty

Elizabeth had come downstairs to get something to eat and loose herself in the Sims game she has on her laptop. That had been the plan anyway. The plan changed when the waitrat that delivered her her chili cheese fries also delivered a small stack of paperwork she had left at the bar for safe keeping. Apparently it was time to get at least a little work done for the Cafe back home.

So one Liz'Beth inna booth with paperwork. Become a distraction and she'll love you right now.

[Open until this falls off the front page.]

and_3_quarters

'25th May. Too old for Noddy wallpaper so have decided to paint my room black like Nigel's.
The hats are showing through so I bet it'll need another coat.'

Adrian enters, covered in black paint smudges that refuse to wash off.

He goes to the bar for his daily mars bar, then settles by the fire with a book.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

noattachments

"--hey!"

Thrust through the door by John's hands, she blinks against the sudden light and chatter of the bar.

This is unbelievable.

She whips around, her hands still tied behind her back (but not as tightly as they could be, she admits), and finds herself face-to-face with nothing but the wall again.

No door.

Frustration eats at her -- this knowledge that this may be better than whatever's happening in the hatch eats at her even more -- and she turns around again, leaning her back against the wall, rolling her neck until she's looking up toward the ceiling.

Her back aches; her pride stings. Her secret clearly isn't safe with John.

Leaning away from the wall again, she shifts to one side and grasps for the knife he put in her pocket.

She's got to get out of his rope.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls!]

[tags: Thirteen, Reno]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

There's a head out back.

Specifically, a head that sometimes bobs up from the lake, shakes itself off, and then drops back down again. Occasionally, there are shoulders. But it's only ever for a brief second at a time. Atton is a stealthy swimmer.

Botherable.