milliways_bar | Jul. 10th, 2009

Jul. 10th, 2009

Elizabeth is in a booth with her laptop and a milkshake. Strawberry-banana. She's currently working on some hacks for a game. It's not as fun as interesting as it sounds, trying to integrate them without screwing up the program. And she could probably have someone else do it. But then she wouldn't have a distraction from the fact that Anita is in bar at the moment.

One botherable leopard at your disposal.

evilontheloose

Door opens.

Enters a young woman: short, slender, light freckles, she is dressed in overalls, tank top and steel-toed boots. A tool belt rides on her hips, and welding goggles hold strands of hair away from her eyes.

Her right hand is still holding what seems to be a soldering iron, while her left hand and forearm seems clad in a heavy, hi-tech metal gauntlet.

There is soot and a few smudges of what might be grease on her face, along with a very clear 'what the fuck is this place' expression.

Welcome to Milliways, Jordan Kennedy.

[ Jordan Kennedy ]

bigblacknose.livejournal.com

After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
Like the screamin' sound of a big war bird

Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
Now they're buried together on the countryside

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany  
Then out of the darkness, a hero arose
A funny-looking dog with a big black nose...

kandorian.livejournal.com

[OOM: It's been an interesting week.]

The door opens, admitting a young blond woman in 'work clothing': jeans, boots and a blue tank top. She's not really paying attention to anything but the small cell phone in her hands, other than nudging the door shut behind her.

After a few moments she glances up, eyes narrowing almost immediately. This isn't where she expected to end up. Flipping the phone closed, and sliding it into a pocket, she takes a slow, deliberate look across the bar's interior, wondering what in Rao's name is going on.

Welcome to Milliways, Kara Zor-El.

[ooc: This is Smallville's version of Kara. Mun is pingable at frenetic ennui. Post open until off the front page.]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is curled up in a booth this morning, clutching a cup of coffee. He's not as bad off as the other day when he ran into Richard, but he's hardly doing cartwheels. Maybe after his coffee...

And then maybe he'll find Nathaniel and go for a swim; he'd spent the morning trying to calm Nat down after Anita's arrival and subsequent demand for him to stay away from Asher. And he's pretty pissed about that...
Ivanhoe brings a plate of muffins and he digs in, considering his day.

[ooc: please ping Jeffiner42 before tagging -- mun has many slows going and not much brain space this morning.]

coconutextract.livejournal.com

There's a tall blonde draped over another one of the free couches, both legs idly dangling over one armrest while her head rests against its twin on the other side.

From the looks of things, she's trying to go over a list, and her brow furrows slightly as she scribbles a few more additional bullet points onto the folded paper.

A small plate of cupcakes rests on the table next to the couch. They're for whoever might want them, whoever's fortunate enough to walk by while they're still warm. They're her mother's recipe, coconut extract and all, and they smell delicious. (If that description isn't enticing enough, you may just have to try one for yourself and see how it goes from there.)

[ooc: Open pretty much forever.]

ps_you_look_hot

The bar is now +2 mad scientists.

This particular Nikola's cupcakes come with a 1, a 4, and a 0 in candle form, and Nikola smirks as he blows them out.

"A cup of tea also, if you wouldn't mind," he says dryly. "No candles, please."

[ooc: It should be Nikola's 153rd, but he's a little behind the times.]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOM: Three months and he hasn't a thing to show for it.]

still-burned.livejournal.com

Michael comes down the stairs for breakfast in a bad mood (again). Things had seemed to be looking up after that run with Fiona - any conversation in this place where they don't end up yelling at each other counts as a win, in his mind.

But after that run, he'd made the mistake of turning back to look at her before heading upstairs, which mean he got a full view of this little exchange. Which, y'know, isn't what he needed to see.

To hell with this place. The first thing he does when he hits the bar is check his door - to his delight, it opens. So to hell with this place and to hell with breakfast. Michael leaves without looking back.

lady_moon

[OOM: Millitimed to Monday -- Jason seeks out Moon, where there is gift giving, apology, and make-up sex.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, wraps the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

A year ago today nobody [Nobody] fell out of the Dark Paths in the back with a cohesion rate of 1.2%.

Today Somebody falls out of a tree [to be fair he did go to sleep in a tree - just not that tree] and lands in pretty close to exactly the same position as the Nobody a year earlier.

Dilan's skin is far darker, though. And while his face is twisted in pain it's because of the hangover which makes his eyes bloodshot and has the vein pounding in his temple.

[O-o-one day only, for his Milliversary. Xaldin's Other. He's going to be dismissing Milliways as 'not the weirdest hangover dream I've ever had' and forgetting everything that happens in any threads threaded.]

callahans_genius

The bar is now +1 mad scientists, as Tesla descends the stairs from the room he's reserved for Translating into. He has a seat at the bar and orders a cup of Tanzanian Peaberry coffee.

It appears along with three cupcakes, each bearing a single candle with a number: 1, 5, 3.

Nikky laughs when he understands the significance. "From a biological standpoint, I suppose that's accurate, if misleading. Thank you, Lady Bar."

He extends a finger to each candle in turn, and a static spark arcs from his fingertip to the wick, extinguishing the flame, and then sits back to enjoy his coffee.

[ooc: Happy 153rd birthday, Tesla! Open all day!]

lilmsmiraclegro.livejournal.com

Teenagers in the bar! Nothing to do with each other.

Brunette is whistling Alice Cooper's School's Out, but that's the only indication that Junior year (and for Dinah, High School) is over and she's a free spirit. She's actually carrying a thick ledger and a handheld calculator, with which she sets up on a table near the observation window.

Girl's got accounting to do, she can't be thinking about heroing all the time.

Blonde is not whistling. Blonde distinctly doesn't feel like whistling at all. Blonde doesn't feel like doing anything much, except sit in a booth out of the way and hug her knees while feeling useless.

Though the second she sees someone of a Security nature, she's jumping on them.

[A tag of a wee nature: Dinah Lance]

immortalthief

Amanda walks in the front door and for a moment looks confused as this is not where she expected to be. It only takes her a few moments for her to realize where she is and a small smile breaks across her face. Though as she takes a seat the smile doesn't last long.

A glass of whiskey appears before her and she takes a hard drink. When she puts the glass down the glass refills itself. She is very botherable she just isn't as happy as she usually is.

[OOC: responses may be slow as her mun is at work but needs a break from reading stuff so she will try to discretely RP]

the-nice-1.livejournal.com

{Welcome to the Global Frequency.}

Tiny tag: Aleph

chartreuse_eyed

Micah is downstairs, after having slept very little, at Anita's insistence, up in a room of...well he isn't exactly sure who it belongs to, but it smells like Pard. That relaxed him enough to drift for a few hours.

But he's back now, and trying to think of just how he can keep Anita away from Nathaniel and Asher, before anything gets told before its time. It's somewhat difficult, as both leopards are close to him.

ponchaka.livejournal.com

Outside in the forest tribal drums pound, though there is no one to be seen.

Don. Don don. Don don.

Those of you who are observant or just plain sensitive to that kind of thing may notice the wind shifting in the general vicinity of your lower shins. It is now at the backs of the Patapon warriors, guiding their spear and arrows to their target, the long eared dragon. The great beast rears, its massive hind legs thumping the ground, causing it to buckle and shake as if the very earth itself was trembling in fear. But the Patapon warriors are brave and strong, and they do not fear the long eared dragon's great red eyes that smolder with hatred.

Pon pon pata pon.

And so their spears and arrows fly true, piercing the white-furred hide of the long eared dragon. The creature lets out one final wail, gnashing its great long teeth before falling dead to the ground. The warriors rejoice, some heading back to the Realm of Many Suns to tell the Kibapons that they and their wagons are needed, others beginning to carve long-eared dragon's flesh into manageable chunks.

They will eat well tonight.

[Great Mighty Tagpon: The Patapons]

OOC: The long eared dragon is one of the demon rabbits. I hope I made that obvious enough.

latino_menace

Ramon went out for a ride earlier. He'd been surprised by all the Security sheep buzzing around out there so made a point of going in the opposite direction. He doesn't know what all the fuss is about and isn't about to go find one of them to ask, so remains happily oblivious.

Therefore, one relaxed criminal is in a booth with a newspaper and coffee, looking for entertainment.

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting in a booth, having waffles for breakfast.

Somebody had been killed last night, in the woods; Teja had been out there, and seen it in passing: upset people, security, blood, the like. It was an unpleasant somebody, and it had not been the night of the full moon. So, Teja ponders, the somebody had, most likely, been murdered and butchered by one that was extremely angry.

If someone was going around killing those that were unpleasant in a bloody manner, could they not have tried their luck on Ramon Salazar?

Also, he is keeping an eye on the door, wondering if the influx of people from Jason's world will continue. Perhaps some barrier has broken, and they all can come in now? Hopefully, Milliways will at least be spared the unpleasant woman that some of them have spoken about. But if someone is going around killing those that are unpleasant...

"You don't like waffles!" Teja says, startled out of his thoughts by a pink feline nose sniffing his breakfast. Count looks at him, innocent as only a cat may look.

born-to-it.livejournal.com

[[pre-OOM: Swan on a plane]]

venusadept_2

[OOM: Sometimes plans don't quite work out.]

Felix rushes in, nearly tripping on the doorsill. When he notices where he is he stumbles to a stop and tries to get his breath back.

Once he's gotten a glass of water from Bar he remarks to no one in particular, "Well, that could have gone better."

[OOC: Open all the way down, but responses will be slow tonight.]

Current Mood: exhausted

bringer_of_fun

Bobby is sitting at the bar when a napkin appears, asking him to man the bar for a couple of hours.

"Really? Sweeeet!"

He literally hops over the bar and rubs his hands together with glee. He finds a marker for the specials bar and writes in the neatest handwriting he can:

Non-Alcoholic Happy Hour!

Anything frozen 1/2 price!

"COME AND GET IT!"

[[tiny tags: Gus Dickinson]]

ichthyosapien.livejournal.com

[ oom : Plague of Frogs, part one ]

If you were standing on the lakeshore, on this the last night of the full moon, you might see a figure emerging from the water. He does not have heavy scuba gear or a diving helmet. He has no breathing apparatus other than the gills that adorn each side of his neck. Moonlight gleams on his greenish blue skin and he does pause for a moment at the top of the slope, his eyes fixing on the light over the back door of the bar.

"Curious."

There is a belt at his waist, and he checks a small comm device, a radio perhaps? There is a a brief hiss of static and then silence. His eyelids blink a few times, growing accustomed to the air.

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."

[ comic!Abe is a complete reboot. If your character knew Abe before, feel free to run with that, but he won't know you now. Bringing him in at the beginning of BPRD: Plague of Frogs. Feel free to catch him by the lakeside or just inside the back door of the bar.]

young_tmriddle

Tom decided to come in again tonight, after the news he received from Mary. He hopes to find out more facts about the incident this evening, if he sees anyone he knows on Security.

In the meantime, the bar still serves the best scotch in the universe, dead body out back or no.

the_cupbearer

Ganymede has...gained several new marks since he last appeared in the bar. There are rope-burns on his wrists, and a vampire bitemark on one side of his throat, just below a livid bruise from another mouth.

Since he's shirtless, lying on his stomach on the couch to read, the cane-welts crisscrossing his back are apparent to see, descending below the loose waist of his jeans. The book he's reading, though it isn't obvious at first glance, is The Picture of Dorian Gray. An odd title for him, given his lover is the subject, but he's finding the book....interesting.

He is hoping that some things have been changed.

not_lugosi

Bela sits in her usual booth. She isn't as keyed up as she was when she went out walking last night, but she's not in much of a better mood. She stayed the night in her room upstairs. Her sleep was fitful and restless, and she's feeling more alone than she has in a while.

plays-nice.livejournal.com

Theodore Bagwell won't deny the fact that he never received a formal education. However, beware to the person who calls him dumb, because dumb -- he is not. So when he strolls into the bar (with an easy stride, all wiles and Cheshire cat smiles), noticing that this is not the yard doesn't stop him from acting as if he is perfectly at home.

(If you are watching carefully, he obviously isn't. The way the very tip of his tongue is caught between his teeth isn't just a habit, and the way his eyes dart about the room isn't quite your garden variety of self-awareness.)

In terms of appearance, he is not entirely remarkable. A lean frame covered in nothing but scrawny muscle, fair complexion offset by black hair that stands on his head much in the way of a rooster's comb, and a look about him that, if you are skilled at reading people, says predator all over it.

The only thing that really makes him stand out is the prison uniform that he is currently wearing: a blue jumpsuit (courtesy of Fox River Penitentiary) over a white shirt.

He stops once he's reached the bar counter, brow furrowed in what is either amusement or mild confusion. Running his tongue over his now-dry lips, he finally speaks up in an accent that is unmistakably from the South.

"Now, what's a fella gotta do t' get a drink 'round here?"

[ ooc: This is just a warning to say that he is not the most decent of people, and if you tag him, there is an off chance that he won't, strictly speaking, play nice. He is a racist, a bigot, and is serving out a few life sentences on the charge of homicide (he's done worse -- if you want the full rundown, his wiki is linked on his profile page). Anyhoo, for interested parties, he is being brought in from season one.

tiny tag with a bad rap: theodore bagwell ]

nathaniel_kitten

[OOM: Anita is taken by Asher to Nathaniel, where The Executioner tells her wereleopard under no uncertain terms what she thinks of his friendship with the vampire.

Warnings: angst and white-text in the final tag.]

mogget_cat

Sorry if anyone wanted the couch, tonight. There's a not'cat lounging across its length with all the boneless grace of a lazy cat intent of never getting up.

After the productivity of yesterday, Yrael's ready for a lazy evening. Though she does still smell strongly of various curry spices.

Come say hi.

Current Mood: lazy

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

One Riku, in the bar. He's wearing civilian clothes today, with his typical style of layers and long sleeves, despite the fact it is quite warm out. That temperature never affects him, and it won't start to now.

He is one of the reasons the bar keeps the fireplace going even in the warmest of weathers, and he is enjoying that fact, lounging on a couch with a book that is not, for once, anything that has to do with DiZ.

Riku feels guilty for the break, but it was too much to expect he might not, right?

boundxkitty

Bikini? Towel? Rock by the lake? Check. Check. Check.

One brunette laying out, hair braided and to the side of her head. Her eyes are closed but she isn't asleep. She is just finding the main bar a little too crowded with all the new people from her world she can smell.

Company might be appreciated, pending who it takes the shape of.

the-nice-1.livejournal.com

Through the door cometh a young woman clad in cargo pants and a tank top, clutching a cereal bar in one hand and attempting to hand-comb her hair into some semblence of order.

It doesn't work very well. But it very quickly doesn't matter when she realises she's somehow been taken out of the Global Frequency HQ, and she can't get the door she just entered from to open.

ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com

When you stay in a hot climate long enough, your tolerance for heat eventually gets higher, but this does not mean that you will ever not appreciate a well air-conditioned facility.

This statement may or may not have to do with the reason that Dominic is in the bar today. Regardless, he's seated at the bar with a glass of cold water and (given it is around four in the morning on the other side of the door) the sort of expression that suggests this stop in time has come at an opportune moment.

(Because, robot when it comes to work as he is, a little bit of reprieve sounds pretty great.)

barn-owl-king.livejournal.com

It comes in from the Labyrinth, of course.

A barn owl--but no ordinary owl. This one seems, if it is possible for an owl to seem, world-weary. It may not have been here before, but it certainly shows no sign of that. One area outside of a building is the same as any other.

It peers in through the window as it flies past the door, catching the lay of the land. Not bad--well, at least most of the inhabitants look human, and that's certainly a change from goblins.

Something pulls the door open--a gust of wind, an unseen hand ~~just imagine it's dramatic~~--and in strides one human-shaped goblin king, like he owns the place.

~~You would expect a king to act any other way?~~

"Charming," he murmurs to no one in particular... or someone, possibly?

[small-but-imperious tag: jareth][open until it falls off the page]

cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com

Pale boy with dark circles under his eyes at the bar. He's got about twenty paper cranes on the table and a stack of paper next to him of various colors and patterns. The gloves are off, bandages visible under the sleeves.

He works with great concentration.

...It's better than nothing, right? Even if he looks up with (quickly dashed) hope every time he hears the door open.

japanese-beetle.livejournal.com

Milliways, have a new superhero! Well, sorta. Enter a young Asian man in a hoodie and jeans with the knee blown out. He may be a tad bit drunk, but really, he's not that much better sober.

"Woah, maybe that beer wasn't such a good idea."

He pushes his hair back with his goggles and leans against the door.

Help a poor guy out.

[tiny super tag: The Japanese Beetle]

[OOC: The Beetle is The Flying Squirrel's arch rvial. He's also a bit of a jerk, and the booze doesn't help him. It's not called 'liquid courage' for nothing.]

the_lioness

[OOC: Attention, Security!

There's now an entire board full of notes (and other things) assembled in the office.

A copy of everything but the photographs and physical evidence is left with Bar for Mike, and, as of this evening, Bar is instructed to alert security members to check the office as soon as possible.]