milliways_bar | Jun. 21st, 2009

Jun. 21st, 2009

[Out of Milliways:

Part Seven. "What the heck were you teaching Spanky?"
"How to pilot space shuttles!"
"Because that's a problem that needed solving."

Part Eight. "You're not just gonna waltz in there and ask them to rat out the big boss?"
"Yes ma'am. Right after I slide up to the bar and order a tall refreshing glass of milk."

Part Nine. "You kiss your mother with that mouth? Huh, garbage mouth?"

Part Ten. ""Sleep with one eye open. There's a gun-toting ape at large."
"I'm still not talking to you." ]

[middletags: Wendy Watson, The Middleman.]

ostro_goth

It is very early on midsummer morning when Teja comes downstairs.

He has spoken to those that he did not wish to miss him, most importantly Charlie; now he will take himself apart and hide in the forest, to mourn for those he lost on the day of the summer solstice.

From the bar, he asks for a bag of dry twice-baked bread, a bag of dried figs, and a water-skin; he puts those into a satchel and slips out of the back door, wandering past all the out-buildings in the sunrise of the year's longest day, and then slips into the forest, loses himself from the sight of all others, and is gone between the trees.-

[[OOC: Sort-of exit post; not really taggable. Part of the 'Duet for Claws and Swords' plotline.]]

nomorekaraoke

Lazing on a Sunday afternoon.

Some time later, when he should technically be heading across the hall to his office, Lorne walks into the bar. Bar kindly procures a shiny, rainbow colored drink the moment he takes a seat.

Perfectly botherable. If not in the best of moods (not that you'd ever tell.)

((OOC: Mun will be on and off for about an hour, then here for the remainder of the day.))

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

It's Father's Day in Chuckland.

NO REALLY. It's Millitimed. Honest. Check the date on the post. Go on, we'll wait.

Right, then. Chuck has a booth of his own, and is engrossed in reading Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman. As a result, he completely missed the waitrat delivering a plate of pancakes to his table.

It's a Bartowski thing.

453-died-angry.livejournal.com

Atilla hurries in and places 5 items on the bar.

One is bulky and wrapped in cloth and labelled 'Teja' in rather shaky handwriting.

The other 4 are notes:

( Read more... )

With a broad grin Attila scatters the remaining gold in his pouch on the surface of the Bar. "For the Bound," he says. "Won't be needing it where I'm going. Goodbye lady, thank you for having me."

Then he's off out into the quiet morning.

smallestopener

Out by the lake, a belated tenth birthday party is in full swing. And full bounce, climb, and walk!

It's a great way to spend a Midsummer day.

Tiny celebratory tags: Marquis de Carabas, Sari Sumdac, Lorne, Elle Bishop, Kida

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

It had been a bad week. In some ways it was a relief to give up pretending and hide in human form, though with the always present terror about what was happening to his other body he fumbled and forgot things and, of course, his human body didn't have the strength and stamina of his faun one.

Eventually he came to a sad, but right, decision. He needed to stop cooking, or not cooking but needed to stop working in the kitchen. What he would do he didn't know but something would turn up. In some ways he wished he could go home but Sooty was happy with his garden and his library so maybe Gil could help with those.

But first the formalities - carefully he wrote a note on the best paper he could find and lay it gently on the Bar:

Dear Landlord,

Thank you so much for so many years happy employment. I have loved working for you and serving in the kitchen and the bar. However, I'm not getting any younger and am finding it impossible to keep up with the work.

Therefore I am handing in my notice - my service to end on 5th July. I can recommend several of the other kitchen staff who will more than adequately take my place.

Thank you again and Gods bless.

Gil Wimple

He watched the note fade into the woodwork with a sniff then straightened up and went back to work with his horns at a jaunty angle.

gorgonfondness

Once Mia found out about this Sunday from Alexis Castle, it was all too perfect to tell him then.

Sitting on her table is a little basket of nice spa things that Draco would like. On the top is a green teddy bear, holding a much smaller green teddy bear, tied to a little box of chocolate covered strawberries.

She's tucked into the booth (enjoying the time she has before she can't fit anymore) and reading. A lot of different books. Mostly astronomy. She's also writing on some papers, working on a rough sketch of their quarters at the Magic Guild and how to move things around to make room.

After her husband arrives and they speak for a little while, nearby patrons (and those far off with excellent hearing), will likely notice this outburst.

[Tiny Might As Well Add It If I'm Editing Anyway Tag: Lilly (Timothy Goes to School)]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar comes in from out back, with a panting and exhausted fleethound. They went for a run earlier, and Ash is exhausted. Lissar is just a little dishevelled.

the_cupbearer

[OOM: Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.]

After coming back down to the bar proper, Ganymede is curled into a booth, reading. The book--Screw the Roses, Send me Thorns--is one the bar gave him upon asking, very hesitantly. He'd blushed brightly on receiving it, and since opening the book that hadn't receded much.

Come see what he's got?

[OOC: Warning for smut, some BDSM themes, and recreational drug use in the first two links. The third is an Amazon link to a Sadmoasochism book.]

gavin62truck

The firehouse locker room is empty except for Tommy, who's just arrived for his shift. When he reaches into his duffel bag, he finds something in tucked into the folds of his work shirt. It's a...card. Brow slightly furrowed with curiosity, he lifts the flap of the envelope and pulls it out. He then snorts a chuckle at the cartoon fireman with a hose, dousing the cartoon flames on a cartoon doghouse, the spotted occupant of which is hiding behind the fireman's legs. "To Our #1 Dad..." On the inside of the card, the dog is licking the fireman's face. "You're hot stuff! Happy Father's Day!" It's signed Katy, Connor, and Colleen.

Tommy sighs. "Well...at least they still like me," he mutters to himself. He's about to put the card in his locker when he pauses, and decides to slip it into his back pocket instead for a good luck charm. And as he pulls his shirt on, he wonders vaguely just how long his luck will last, given the way he enjoys pushing it oh-so much.

Leaving the locker room, he goes down the hall and around the corner and opens the kitchen door--

--and finds himself in Milliways.

The sight of the Bar is a little too much at this time of the morning for him, and he wants to turn around and leave.

He nibbles at his lip. Swallows hard. Steps in and shuts the door behind him. Approaches Bar.

Whiskey. Vodka. Brandy. Tequila. A goddamn Guinness.

"Could I just get a- a cup of coffee? Coffee-flavored coffee. Please."

The cup of coffee appears on the countertop.

"Thanks."

Tommy slides onto a barstool and rubs something out of his eyes before cradling the cup in his hands and taking a sip.

[tiny tags: Tommy Gavin, Cal Chandler]

ladye_bright

A long year it has been, in Milliways, and a long year out of it.

(Each midsummer brings the time of the tithe a little closer, and though the Queen would never say that such a thing worries her, it is nonetheless on her mind.)

The illusory sun in the sky sets slowly tonight, the shortest night of the year, casting long dark shadows across the lakeside.

And in and out through those shadows glides a tall woman, clad in green, with her long, long black hair loose down her back.

So -- it is midsummer at the end of the universe again, and the Queen of the fairies has come for a visit. Well met by sunset, Milliways.

[ooc: Once again, Ye Olde Warnings for dealing with the Queen. And hi! Long time no see.

ETA: Heading for bed; tags for slowtimes are welcomed.]

[glamorous tinytag: the Queen, gilbert cocteau]

fiery_ring

Carlotta is sitting up on one of the rafters, doing her French homework. They seem to have rather a lot more than usual; perhaps Mam'zelle was suspicious about that stink ball they let off in the lesson today.

It's not the most comfortable place to work, but she seems content there, sprawled along the beam like a cat, and occasionally showering dust on passers by as she moves.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

cutting_edgex23

After obtaining dinner, X sets up her laptop and settles down at a corner table. She's got her Security badge pinned to her belt, but aside from the occasional look up at the various patrons, she seems fairly absorbed in the maps on her computer screen.

Correlating the reported presence of HAMMER with Purifier activity, cross-referencing the major targets of the supervillains invoved in each incident --

It hasn't turned up a pattern yet, but that does not mean it won't. She's only just started this project, and there is no indication that it is urgent. Yet.

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

snap-time.livejournal.com

Larry's at a table, working on... something.
He may or may not be planning to try his luck with selling something again. (Translation: He totally is. And he's totally not expecting it to get anywhere, but... you never know.)

(OOC: This will likely be Larry's last EP before I set him on the road to going through his most recent canon. As such, it'll be open at least through tomorrow evening, or it falls off the front page, whichever comes later.)

bannion_sight

She'd had a long phone conversation with her parents earlier, during which a suggestion had been broached-- and accepted.

Now Kim's sitting in the bar with pen and paper once again, scrawling notes to herself as she tries to figure out everything that she needs to do so that she can take a week-long vacation to Canada in August without spending the entire trip fretting over her practice.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy gets a rather cryptic note from the bar. He reads it, hopes that everything is okay, then goes to set up clinic.

FREE WALK-IN CLINIC
The doctor is in

He sits looking at his first ever father's day card, which is a mushy green and brown painted splodge, but to him is worth a work of Monet.

bannion_sight

Before she heads home, Kim stops by the bar and leaves a quickly-scrawled note for Meg.

( Meg Ford )

puckishly.livejournal.com

It doesn't matter where he is, which far-flung corner of the universe he finds himself in. When it's Midsummer, Puck can always tell.

The air is electric against his skin, the stars burning brighter and sweeter and colder than ever; even his blood skitters madly, careening through his veins and putting a wild light into his eyes.

In the woods, an uncommon fog curls about the trees, rising from underfoot to obscure the path of any well-meaning traveler. It is the least he can do for the occasion, and Puck is quite prepared to set fairylights glittering in the trees into the bargain-- until the arrival of a certain someone, that is.

Proper decorum at times such as these is difficult to determine.

[OOC: Puck is totally taggable! As a warning, it's a big night for fairies and I have no idea what the hell he'll do. For ~~a good time~~ more specifics, ping MerkyDee!]