milliways_bar | Jun. 17th, 2009

Jun. 17th, 2009

It's time. Coyote is waiting by the door, dressed in her motorcycle leathers. It's sort of a long drive from Sedona to Las Vegas, but she made it.

Now she just has to wait.

[OOC: Plotlocked, baby!]

howling_laugh

Not so long after she just left, Coyote darts back into the bar. This time, she's wearing an eye-catchingly red dress, heels, and what might be product in her hair.

She hopes everyone got the memo about the dress code. This will get interesting pretty quickly, if not. Glancing around the bar for her ~~victims~~ volunteers, Coyote waits impatiently.

[OOC: Also plotlocked!]

dudeplayinadude.livejournal.com

OOM: Will there be time to prepare a face to meet the faces he will meet?

[tiny tag: Kirk Lazarus]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: dear diary]

justdidntseeit

[ oom: sleepless in south carolina ]

[ ooc: warnings for explicit adult content ]

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Knox has spread a large map of the United States out over a table. There are little white or black marks at certain points on the map - Gotham, Metropolis, Central City, Boston, Washington, and others. As Knox marks the map, he makes notes. Sometimes, he reads other notes and makes a mark.

If you are wondering what he's doing, he's probably tell you.

childofathos

Torren is just slightly past the eat, sleep, poop stage of babyhood, and has come to the point where he is occasionally awake enough to start looking around and latching his tiny hands onto whatever comes within their reach.

Currently he is quite happily sucking on his mother's finger as she walks through the door of the bar.

Teyla hadn't intended to bring him here today, but it's as good a place as any.

If you need her, she'll be curled up cozily by the fire with her little blue bundle, singing quietly to him.

tiny-maternal!tag: Teyla Emmagan

hear_the_voices

[Ohio, 14 May 1988 C.E.]

[tiny tags: Anna Milton, Castiel]

benloserz.livejournal.com

Done with most of his work back home, Ben decided to extend his free time by the way of Milliways: it just makes sense to him, after all, to enjoy the out-of-time-flow thing as much as possible.

Thus, he is outside, near the lakeshore, idly playing something or another in his guitar while enjoying the ('till now) sunny day.

Right now the tune happens to be 'Is there a Ghost' and amazing enough it has no relation to anything but being interesting to play and sing on guitar alone.

ather-fledgling.livejournal.com

The door opens and a masculine laugh, soft and caring, can be heard drifting from the figure on the other side before Aubrey takes a step back and into Milliways. There's a bottle swinging loosely from one hand at his side as he listens to the person on the other side of the door. It's a very different Aubrey than the persona he usually shows. There's a softness to him that he doesn't show with anyone but a couple people on his villa. He's even dressed not exactly normal, in the beige slacks and unbuttoned blue button down shirt. "I look forward to it, Estella." He says in easy Italian before turning and taking a couple steps into the bar before stopping.

The vampire watches the bar a moment, the soft, easy going exterior shifting to his more neutral look in a heartbeat. He moves to the bar and orders a glass to go with his bottle. Once that appears, he moves over to a table as sets both wine and glass on the table. He'd already opened the bottle to air the wine, so no need for a corkscrew. He then settles into a chair, propping bare feet up on the chair next to him and pours himself a glass of wine.

Leaning back, he sips the wine and watches the bar.

justdidntseeit

[ oom: "best news in a while, huh?"

shut your mouth, shut your mouth
no one wants to know
hide back in your house ]

[ ooc: mild warnings for language in the first link ]

nathaniel_kitten

[OOM: Empty Hallways ]

justdidntseeit

[ oom: in the terms of endearment
in the terms of the life that you love
in the terms of the years that pass you by
in the terms of the reasons why ]

justdidntseeit

[ oom: i've got reservations about so many things (but not about you) ]

When Kate enters the bar after sleeping a little later than usual, she fully intends to order a couple of Belgian waffles and surprise Bill with breakfast in Wheelsy.

The note she receives at the counter makes her smile, even as the post-script earns a slight head-tilt.

And then she heads over to the notice board.

(It's a long minute before she moves.)

Cruella's ransom in front of her on the bartop and Boo's picture in one hand, she looks like she might vomit.

[ tiny tags: boo-napping!plot, val von doom ]

[ ooc: questions? see this and this backroom post! ]

nea-erinys.livejournal.com

"Milliways again." Alicia doesn't sound upset. She doesn't even sound surprised. She glances around the bar, looking for anyone she might know. Not that she knew all that many people who frequented the bar. That could be remedied though.

numbered_doctor

[OOM: In which time moves forward.]

ps_you_look_hot

There's no lightbulb today. Nikola is sitting on a couch with his feet up on a coffee table, a large book open in his lap.

He's shooting small, blue bolts of electricity lazily between his fingertips as he flips the pages.

tiny!sparky tag: Nikola Tesla (Sanctuary)

boundxkitty

Liz is settled on a rock overlooking the lake, feet dangling in the water and her mid-back length hair loose in curls down her back. The soft wind is pulling gently at it as she sits and tries to relax a little. She's currently wearing a bikini top and bottoms with shorts over because at some point her plan is to take a quick swim before heading back inside to everyone.

[ooc: Open all night. And if it's late, slowtime is love.]

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

Your bartenders tonight are: Jenny, and Bart Allen. Technically, it's Bart's night to 'tend, but he's always cool with a girlfriend showing up.

There might be a puppy hanging out, too. You never know.

Specials
Hawaiian Punch
Hawaiian Cocktail
Hawaiian Sunrise
Play Spin the Bottle (and kiss whoever it lands on!), and get whatever's in the bottle for FREE!

(The latter part, Bart would like it known for posterity, being in Jenny's handwriting.)

Happy Hour is officially OPEN!

Tiny gorgeous co-tender tag: Jenny

{Thread-hopping encouraged like woah. Also? Feel free to have the bottle point to someone at a table, or something. Everyone loves a random kiss, amirite?

EDIT: Jenny's mun has unexpected company, and has to cut out early. THREADHOP EARLY AND OFTEN.}

define_hinky

Wendy Watson's entrance to Milliways this evening could only be more fitting if someone decided to start blasting Papa's Got a Brand New Bag. If only that were the case, the tap-tapping of her heels in those nice new regulation ankle boots could match the snare drum – the swagger of her hips, crisscrossed with multi-holstered belts, could suit the bass line – the quick movement of her wrist as she gives her tie a sharp adjustment could carry enough attitude that even James Brown would be satisfied.

As it is Wendy makes these movements unchoreographed. But damn if it doesn't still look good.

Let's see how the end of the universe handles its first Middleman-in-training.

Or Middlewoman. Middlegirl? No. She'll have to ask about that one.

[Middletags: Wendy Watson, Coreen Fennel, Caprica.]

[OOC: SLEEP FOR ME, GUYS! Will catch up on any tags, new or ongoing, in the morning.]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

There is a bunny over by the fireplace.

Not a demon-bunny, thankfully, and he would much prefer not to be mistaken for one. Instead, he's white-furred, red-eyed, and harmless-looking, hopping around lazily and occasionally curling up at the foot of a nearby chair. He even has a plate of carrot slices sitting near that spot, which he occasionally steals a bite from.

Suffice it to say that Momiji managed to bump into a girl, earlier, and his Curse has decided to take longer than usual to revert him back to normal. So, he's just enjoying being small and furry, for now.

In related news, there's a pink bathrobe with ducky-prints folded over the arm of the chair he's camped out by. Please to not be moving it, or he might end up in the cells when he finally turns back. D:

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

From here. Aproximately.

"-And then if they hadn't figured it all out by the time the music hit, the Jolly Rodger should have tipped them off. Or at least I'd hope so. If not I'd be tempted to go back there and leave a calling card of some type or another-"

Enter in Laini and Riley, carrying laptop cases and various other assorted techy-type things. Riley's still dressed like a ~~waiter~~ casino technician, while Laini's in a classic Little Black Dress.

Hey, nobody died (on their side), she proved her l33t sk1llz, and they got away. Laini is still laughing and ready to call for Doing It Again.

[OOC: May have to be calling slowtime for Riley right away, but Laini's totally free to talk!]

howling_laugh

[OOM: Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas! Have we got a show for you tonight...

After meeting up in the bar, Coyote brings her teams into her world, and the curtain goes up.

Team Distraction goes in first, bringing style, chaos, and murder along with them.

They're followed by Team Bait, the heavy hitters who carry enough ordnance to bring down the house.

And last but not least, Team Rescue, who delve into the back rooms of the Babylon Casino, in search of a ~~maiden~~ capable woman in somewhat less distress than you'd think...

So, where has Coyote been during all of this? Good question.

(Of course, no good show is complete without an epilogue.)

The End?]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Alex goes for his six month-ish check up.]

Guppy, having been to check on Jason, is sitting at the bar redesigning his sitting room on a piece of paper.

Suggestions welcome.

river_meimei

Enter a motley assortment!

Puck's shoe enters first, flying halfway across the room; Puck himself follows after, yanking at his tie with an aggrieved air that rather suggests it was attempting to strangle him.

River, in sparkly purple, is giving Puck a look which eloquently indicates that whatever he was saying before the door opened, it's something that she finds either moronic or highly suspect. (Or both!) She has a bundle of clothing tucked under one arm. As she steps through the doorway, a single poker chip falls to spin along the floor.

Havelock, meanwhile, is... in the shadows. Lurking. Havelockishly.

[OOC: River-mun and Puck-mun are here! Havelock-mun is not, alas, at least for the time being.]

untiedtheknots

Well, that was a fun evening.

Artemis comes through the door in soot-streaked evening gown, her hair fallen from sleek chic into tangled and bedraggled. Her quiver is over her shoulder, bow in hand, and she looks fairly pleased with herself.

She pulls up a chair at the nearest table and kicks off her shoes (but not before she pulls a wad of cash from one of them."

"Hey, hey--" She whistles for a waitrat. "I need a glass of good whiskey, an onion blossom and half a dozen washcloths. Thanks."

[ooc: mun will be calling slowtime in an hour or so, but consider this post open for tags indefinitely. not remotely plot locked, but the walking wounded of Vegas!plot are welcome.]

creator_raven

A bird, all ragged and dusty, flies in through the suddenly-open door, thumping into a heavy landing on the back of a chair.

The bird is replaced almost immediately by a tall, too-skinny man in a ragged black coat in jeans that should be bloodstained but aren't. Much.

There's tacky, drying blood under his fingernails, but the rest of him is clean.

If you look closely there's the faintest heat haze rising from his skin. And something darker, too.

Maybe it's better not to spend too much time in close proximity. And not just because of the wild light in his too-dark eyes.

[ooc: Minor mishaps will befall people who choose to talk to Raven right now. Just FYI. Post is also open fairly indefinitely. And now is the time when I collapse and beg slowtime. <3 to all.]

walking_napalm

The trio who step through the front door (a few minutes after piling into a van) probably were dressed finely at some point in their evening. Now, though, the name of the game is: ripped, wildly unkempt, bloody here and there, and soaked. Liz's dress has been raggedly sliced off at the knees. Her hair straggling in her face (some of it still up in the remnants of a chignon, giving her a very chic crazy bag lady look), she's wobbly on her bare feet and leaning heavily on Sam, maintaining a death-grip on the back of his suit jacket.

Dean likes to think he looks a little better than those two, but it's kinda obvious that he's faking it like mad. At least the head wound has stopped bleeding?