milliways_bar | Jul. 11th, 2009

Jul. 11th, 2009

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

OOM: Ironhide's always said it's been too quiet these past two years.

He's right.

But you have to start two years ago to understand why.

[OOC: This is the start of the Milliways Autobots' version of the Revenge of the Fallen plot. We're taking things AU, but there may still be spoilers for the movie, so you have been warned.]

ash-imperfect.livejournal.com

Asher was entirely unsurprised when he woke just after sunset, alone. His leopard's scent still clung to the bed, a little fainter. Nathaniel had not stayed long past dawn - was probably with Anita, even now.

Unable to face the bustle of the Bar, Asher dresses, walks to the end of the hallway, and opens the window. He climbs easily up onto the sill, and drops down into the night.

Walking towards the woods, he finds himself at the foot of Moon's tree, Norman. Seconds later, and he sits amidst Norman's branches, deep in thought.

[Asher is a little mopey (quelle surprise...) but botherable, especially by Damien, or any other AB-verse pups.]

necessary_child

[OOM: After Jack's unexpected and very dead returning, he and Sam had some serious catching up to do - which, surprisingly, turned out not to be completely serious.

They probably came back downstairs, eventually.

Probably.]

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo is currently standing out back, behind the Bar. He's back from his daily run, just relaxing a bit and pondering what to do next. He's certainly up for ideas...the problem with the Bar is that all too often, free time doesn't exactly fill itself.

Anyone up for helping him out?

tobeclosetohim

"Why the hell not--"

There's a shrug from the blonde at the door, who's easily shifting empty beer bottles in her hands. She's supposed to be cleaning but it's been a few weeks since she's been in (and she doesn't yet know it's been over seven months here).

The bottles get set on the Bar with a small clatter, the same time as the napkin reading Would you like something? appears. Jo tilted her head at it, lips pressing flat.

She was tired of the smell of cheap beer. It was one of those days she was sure it would never wash out of her skin or vacate her nose. She swore she could taste it just breathing in. She reached up and scrubbed a hand over her face. When she looked down again, the note (and beer bottles) had been replaced with a cup of coffee.

"Marry me," Jo declared, sinking on to a stool and pulling the mug into her hands.

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

When Alice makes a strange request, Jasper's not really sure how to handle it other than by vehemently denying her it. And he's not used to denying his wife anything. He'd give her whatever she wanted within reason, whatever made her happy.

Hurting her would not make her happy. Hurting her surpasses reason and borders and skirts around the absurd.

At least, that is what he tries to remember as he replays the conversation in his head, his unfinished Trig homework forgotten in front of him.

Maybe he is being unreasonable. Maybe he is being the bad guy, not letting her do what she wants to her body. He just -

He sighs, and rips a handful of pages from his textbook. He's not sure why he does (though it is better than the dark option of sucking someone dry of their blood and the problem he'd been working on was annoying anyway), but it makes him feel better. If all too briefly.

time_dancer

Last night Val, with the help of a couple of friends, said goodbye to her father.

This morning she's out at the archery range conjuring blue fire and throwing it at the targets. Her aim has improved since the last time she was here. Although whether that is because she is not using a bow or a true improvement in her targeting skill could be argued.

She pauses in the act of throwing a blast and stares at the flames as a thought occurs to her. "Sorcery is a manifestation of the casters willpower and so are my force fields," she says, "I wonder if..."

The ball of flame wavers as if something is pushing it and Val focuses all her attention on her effort. It almost feels like trying to force two opposing magnetic fields together.

Helpful suggestions or distractions are encouraged.

[Tiny tag of Doom: Val von Doom]
[[Open till whenever, warnings for random slowtimes.]]

bigblacknose.livejournal.com

The door swings open, and an oddity walks into the Bar.

It's a bipedal dog of some kind, wearing an early-model aviator's helmet and scarf. He pushes his goggles up as he slows to a stop, realizing that no, this is not the small French cafe that he was supposed to be walking into.

On the other hand, it certainly appears to be some kind of bar, and the possibility of root beer exists.

The Beagle has landed.

[ooc: Expect random slowtimes throughout the day, as the mun has toothache and is strung out on Vicodin. n.n;]

ofthefamily

It's a quiet day in Forks (when isn't it?) so Carlisle decides to go to Milliways with an aim for the lakeside if weather permits.

It does, but the view would have been improved for the lack of a mangled corpse.

When he returns, there is a note copied to both all Security staff and anyone on duty in the infirmary:

To Whom It May Concern:

Please contact me immediately if I may be of service regarding the crime committed outside. I have experience with autopsies and analysis; they cannot just be left out there. Either leave a note with the bar or anyone wearing this crest where Carlisle quickly sketches out the face of his signet ring as a family marker and I will make myself available.

Regards,

Dr. Carlisle Cullen, M.D.

Visibly shaken, he sits at a booth for a minute or two before starting to head home.

[ooc: Really up for Westthings more than anything else and slowtimes will be necessary. Anyone is welcome, however.]

[Dawn of the Update: RL drama needs to go the fuck away. *AFK for at least a couple hours*]

yosafbridge

There may be a flicker of annoyance that passes across Saffron's expression when the door she's looking for leads directly into Milliways, but it's gone rather quickly once she realizes this is exactly where she wants to be.

A drink appears on top of the bar with a mere brush of fingertips along its surface, and she murmurs a quick thanks to Bar before retiring to a darker, more intimate corner from which to watch the current goings-on.

A lot has happened since she last appeared here, even though it hasn't been that long from in here.

And much more is still about to change.

scurlock

He's out in the stables later than usual, today. It's a short time before sundown, but there's still enough light that he hasn't had to turn on the lights in the barn. He heard about the discovery of the body in the woods (and some of the grittier details of the condition) so he's taking extra precautions to ensure that the fences are strong and the doors secure before things get wrapped up for the night.

Doc is walking the last bit of fence line near the barn, studying the ground on the outside of the perimeter and checking for any disturbances. He's dressed for his time - dark trousers, suspenders and a button down shirt, boots and his gun at his hip - and occupied, but he's nearly finished.

(He's approachable, but we don't advise you sneak up on him.)

theflyingsquirl

As the hours wind down...

...Squirrel, tired but restless, comes downstairs, barefoot, in cargo shorts and a faded t-shirt, and makes his way to the bar.

He is a mutant on a mission, today--he leaves a note with the bar politely asking for an interested therapist to get in touch with the man-squirrel who can often be found in the bar or out back, or for whom notes can be left up at Room 512.

With that accomplished, he orders himself a plate of spicy fries and a malt-chocolate-malt milkshake and goes over to curl up in a chair.

Botherable, but you know what supervillains' moods are like under stress.

[poor boy needs some help. Open until it falls off the page]

nathaniel_kitten

There is an unhappy wereleopard outside.

He's been sitting among the high grasses, watching the sun set until darkness settles firmly around him.

Nathaniel sits with his knees up and his arms resting atop them, staring out over the lake. He's wearing just some jogging shorts; it's too warm for much else and he might like to swim in the lake for a bit before going inside.

Today was the first day in a while he hasn't slept with Asher, waking up instead in a pile of limbs and warm bodies. More like being at home with Anita...

gentlewanderer.livejournal.com

Zeus' wife, Queen of the Gods, is a sacred cow - and not in the best way. Leto has always been civil to her former lover, if only for the sake of her children, but apparently taking tea in Athens with their father is enough for Hera to start threatening more dire consequences.

As if almost a lifetime of wandering, without a real home to rest in, is not a fitting enough fate for a simple affair. Gods above and below, she hates that woman. Selfish, jealous bitch.

It's been a long time since the door to Milliways has found her, but Leto is agreeable to stepping through, and out of the London rainstorm she was just in. Shaking out her umbrella while crossing the room, she props it against the bar and settles into a seat, smooths down her head scarf then orders tea.

She probably wouldn't mind company.

tiny tag: Leto

7twistedwishes

She just wanted a drink herself.

But, Bar had other ideas, of course.

Now Lucifer is behind the counter in black dress pants, white shirt, bow tie, filling the specials board with her own selection of drinks.

Specials:

- Hell Mary;

- Inferno;

- Original Sin;

Every alcoholic beverage over 100 proof half price.

After done, she turns to the bar at large. "Happy hour is open, come drink and socialize."

[ Open for Millitime until it falls off ]

latino_menace

When Ramon comes downstairs today, he feels like he's stepped into a different bar. There's an atmosphere in here, something's going on out the back and there's far more Security around than normal.

It puts him on edge. Which is annoying but can't be helped. He does what he normally does in these situations and ignores it as much as possible, though he does make sure he's sitting in a booth with his back to the wall so he can see as much of the place as possible.

young_tmriddle

After his brief discussion with Carlisle Cullen, Tom leaves a note with Bar addressed to Security.

To whom it may concern:

Word has come to me of the corpse discovered by the lake. If I may be of any assistance, I gladly offer my services. The comparative safety of the bar is of utmost importance to me. I take seriously my responsibility to maintain the well-being of our guests in the House of Arch, as well as my own family members, who come here.

I daresay I might also know of a possible suspect, but I should like to relay this in person.

Regards,
Tom Riddle, Lord Ostium of the House of Arch

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Two years ago, there was a meeting on the minor planet Varuna.

The god for whom Varuna is named is said to be a god of oaths, catching liars in his snares.

This may not have been the best place for Starscream to inform Shockwave of what happened in Mission City...]

nurse-espinosa.livejournal.com

Carla's sitting in a chair with her feet propped up on the table, holding a large medical textbook open in her lap. She's in her work scrubs (pink today), with a stethoscope still around her neck, and her dark hair pinned back.

She hasn't ended up in this place in a while, but it wasn't a bad time. Her shift's over, anyway, and even with the latest test, J.D. still hadn't been able to diagnose his patient.

There's only a glass of ice water at her feet, though after a full day and now trying to keep her eyes open as she went through the large book, she's considering getting something that might work to keep her awake.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in the bar, on the lookout for the expectant parents whose baby he might be delivering today. You can never be too precise with babies.

He's been buying his pizza one slice at a time, in case he has to rush off.

But he'd like company in the meantime.

will_scarlett

Will ran into the wards today when he was going out for archery and since then has just been listening to all the tension in the Bar.

As soon as he can figure out the right person to ask without causing trouble, he will.

For now he's going to keep slowly sipping at his whiskey and looking his best to not look as on edge as he feels.

thegreatseal.livejournal.com

When the sky turns green and the ground runs red with blood and everything that was a person is now a coffin--yeah, that's a little strange.

When what's meant to be the interior of a dormitory turns out to be a bar? Yeah, that's a little strange, too. But you know what? Minato's going to take it all in stride, because weird things happen, like the sky turning green and the ground running red with blood and everybody turning into a coffin. Sooner or later everything's going to turn back to normal, and the bar will stop being a bar and start being a dormitory.

Yep.

So there's a totally taking-it-in-stride blue haired teen sitting at the bar listening to his mp3 player, which has suddenly started to work again. No, he doesn't understand how or why, but he's taking it in stride, dammit.

[ a little bitty tag: minato arisato, the rookie

eta: bonus spoilery information for characters who might ~sense things~. forgot to add because brain's been eaten by fic. ]

born-to-it.livejournal.com

There is a small freak thunderstorm this afternoon over the far side of the lake, and from the cloud, a seriously disoriented aquatic bird comes tumbling, crashing into the lake; but soon, it pops up onto the surface, looks around, and swims towards the shore.

It vanishes into the rushes, and after a bit of rustle, and one or two feathers floating up, there is a young man standing among the reeds by the shore, mother-naked, looking around with great distrust while holding some plants in place strategically, as he doesn't seem to be alone. In the middle distance, he can see a house, looking like the backside of some pub or roadhouse; a hut from which a ringing hammer can be heard, something between the trees that looks suspiciously like a crime-scene cordoned off, a stable with horses looking out, and a lawn on which a purple person and a faun are having tea and looking at catalogues.

A purple person and a faun?? Add that to the fact that the swan-man knows all of the US, and some other countries, from above, and this is nowhere he knows, and that he had gone flying near St. Louis when he was overtaken by the storm, and you have one Donovan Reece seriously suspecting he isn't in Missouri any more.

He must ask people where he is; having clothes would seriously help with that; but for that, he would have to ask people?

Donovan stands among the rushes, pondering options.

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

Things have been tense around the bar. It didn't take a psychic to realize why.

But it helps. And Johnny had been listening to the murmurs of murder out back. It doesn't happen often around here... but there's been a few incidents. And now looks like there was one more.

He took note of the Security heightened presence, and felt it best before he went poking around out back to leave some word.

To Security, Would just like to offer my assistance on this matter. I've worked with the police, especially the Sheriff's Office in Cleaves Mills, Maine on a number of cases. This has included homicide, and I've used my unique gift to help solve cases. I will be around if you need to reach me.
-John Smith.

After he left the note, he headed to the bar and asked for a beer. Sometimes his fingers reached out to touch the counter, or get up to touch random tables or chairs. Just curious for some insight in the meantime.

(ooc: since it's so late, this is open for ages)