milliways_bar | Jul. 20th, 2009

Jul. 20th, 2009

winmyeyes.livejournal.com

Who has two thumbs and just showed up to Milliways?

This guy.

For once, he's actually sober (but give him time, it's still early), and he's out in an open field, idly spinning a football in his hands.

Though having a football's actually kind of pointless when there's no one to throw it to.

Care to help him out?

[tiny tag: tim riggins]

[ooc: Repost from earlier, since work kicked my butt a little earlier than I was expecting. Open for any and all tags!]

scurlock

It's quite the peaceful morning, out behind the bar.

The sun has risen, and the sky is relatively clear. Near the stables, the horses have been let out into the paddocks and are grazing happily, and as long as you avoid the warded area in the woods, things seem to be normal. It's a great day, in his opinion anyway, for target practice.

Horse (Nova, the brown gelding with white star) and rider (Doc, with outlaw-gear and guns) are on a flat stretch of ground - near the blast crater used primarily by that black and silver robot that visits the bar and likes to blow things up. The rhythmic beat of hooves against the earth is broken up by gunfire, shots going off in groupings of two or three, and occasionally Doc will holler commands at Nova while working the reins.

There is a human-shaped target dummy holding a mock rifle in the middle of the flat area, currently peppered with bullet holes. While Doc's focus is on hitting the target and controlling the horse, no shots will come near any wandering patrons.

If anyone wanders too close, he'll stop shooting. Until then - practice it is.

[Post is open all day, if anyone wants to come see what the noise is all about. Doc will not shoot anybody and will see your pup coming near - he's extra vigilant right now, in 'outlaw mode' - and won't mind taking a short break, since he has to reload sometime.

Advance notice: The mun is around, but doing chores and using Milliways as a distraction, so tags might occasionally get sporadic.]

piperaceae.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Pepper's been in the bar - call it a long stretch at the office - but she seems glad enough to be back.

She's settled herself at one of the tables, occupied by a Rubik's cube that she's carried in with her from the other side of the door (not something she usually has, but one of the many odds and ends she's found lying around the Malibu complex. It's half-complete, if one were to give an estimate, and every now and then she turns some of the blocks with a few satisfying clicks, putting another square back in its place.

Her attention is (a little unevenly) divided between the cube and the many patrons of the bar. For once, she hasn't brought in any of her work with her, but from the expression she's giving the cube, it seems she might as well have.

[ tiny tag: virginia 'pepper' potts
ooc: open until it scrolls! ]

had-a-sister.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Back at home Liza and her best friend go out hunting game, and find more than they bargained for.]]

((Tiny Tag: Liza))

mogget_cat

The bar's white-lacquered piano is currently reunited with its maker; Yrael is currently musing on some new composition, his pale fingers ghosting over the ivory keys. The sound, as yet unresolved into something so definite as a tune, is light and delicate over the sounds of bar room conversation. The player simply plays until inspiration strikes, until a strong enough emotion from those flowing through the room catches his attention and holds.

Hmm.

(ooc: May be slow due to work, but any and all tags are welcome!)

yosafbridge

For once, it's not a completely hideous day outside, so Saffron decides to indulge in a bit of mid-afternoon sunbathing.

However, being rather fair-skinned, there is the added risk of burning, and right before she heads outside, she stops by the bar to request a small bottle of sunscreen.

Bar obliges, the dear, and fifteen minutes later, Saffron's found a spot on which to spread out her towel, and is now in the process of applying the sunscreen to her skin.

However, there are a few hard to reach areas. Care to help a girl out?

[tiny tag: jay gatsby]

evilontheloose

On the notice board there is a sign, advertising the services of Jordan Kennedy. Inventions, repairing of mechanical, electric and electronic devices, design and construction of apparatuses, reworking and improvement of all things technological.

All things, rates negotiable.

On a nearby table the poster can be found, tapping away on her laptop, another sign on display:

GENIUS FOR HIRE

Now, that is being modest.

[ Jordan Kennedy ]

[ Open until it falls off ]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

As of today, it's officially Spring Break in Momiji's world - or, at least, as close as they get to Spring Break in his part of it, the week or two high schoolers get between one school year and the next.

The only problem is that, despite the vacation, he doesn't have any plans! There aren't really any Sohma spring traditions, and his family and friends back home have been so tense of late that dragging them off for a trip would probably be a bad idea. It's a tad depressing to think that he doesn't even have the stomach to vacation-nap Tohru et al., this time around.

But clearly this state of affairs can't be allowed to stand! It's much too boring! So, after some quick breakfast this morning, he brainstorms for a while, and then darts upstairs for a few minutes, returning with a little stack of flyers.

It doesn't take long for him to put them up:

( The Flyer! )

And, after he's all done posting them around, he wanders back to his booth and flops over, idly sipping from a cup of hot tea. Spring boredom solved!

(OOC: For OOC information, please see here for OOC details. Pre-threading will be posted up this coming Saturday.)

boundxkitty

Liz is on the couch. Stomach down, head pillowed on her arms. Her laptop is running on the floor next to her, though it appears she hasn't touched it in a while since the screen saver, moon in the upper corner and a silhouette of a long feline running but never moving from the middle of the screen, is up instead of what she was working/playing with. She does in fact appear to be lightly sleeping at the moment.

However, feel free to wake her up.

binaried.livejournal.com

How to make the most of summer vacation:

Take one college student, exchange his normal clothing for a pair of blue swim trunks, stick him lakeside, add a towel and bottled water, then stir. In other words, Merlin is outside doing his best to soak up sun rays and play around in the water.

What? He only has a few weeks before senior year starts.

living-vamp.livejournal.com

There's a living vampire relaxing on one of the couches, idly sipping at a tea and flipping through a gun magazine. She's giving her friend some time to cool down, and trying to get used to this place.

Come introduce yourself.

[tiny not!bitey tag: Ivy Tamwood]

waste-wanderer.livejournal.com

In the woods, things go from bad...

...to worse.

(Tinytag: Weasel, Vault 13 Dweller)

dark_dancer

Cata's finally got around to cleaning her crossbow, and what of the bolts she could salvage from her excursion the week before last.
She's beginning to think she really ought to have made the time sooner. Dried blood doesn't come off of crossbow bolts very well, and she knew this, so she's not blaming anyone but herself... but it's still not much fun.

(OOC: This is welcome to attract the attention of the murder investigators, if any of said are interested.)

latino_menace

The note on the board catches Ramon's attention as he comes downstairs for dinner - it makes him smirk (because West really was an asshole) at first, then look more thoughtful. That's the expression that remains on his face as he goes to a booth and flags down a rat, settling in for the evening with a few drinks and a cigar.

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin has stayed in the bar since his last shift, mostly out of morbid curiousity. And he debated whether this theme was crass or not but in the end decided, why not? If there are reminders around the place, maybe people will think of something that could help.

SPECIALS

Cuban Crime of Passion
Murder in the Forest
Purple Problem Solver

Also, obviously, it's an excellent source of gossip.

'Bar's open.'

[OOC: pretty much in slowtime now, but may tag back a time or two before I finally crash. Thanks all!]

themidnightson

~~[Because the mun is cruel and cracktastic]~~

When the door opens this morning, it's on a pair of piercing emerald eyes and a mop of just-this-side-of-needing-a-trim copper hair, peering around what was supposed to be the kitchen door, at barely half the height of it. This did not look like the kitchen and those people were not the cook --

-- but it looked so interesting. Maybe Mother and Father had redecorated for another party. Maybe there would be sweets on one of the tables again. It couldn't hurt to check. Just in case.

He did have until the big hand was on the six before his piano lesson.

hear_the_voices

Anna has spent the whole day shopping with her mother for next year's school uniforms and supplies. And then, because she was grumpy about having to spend a whole day on school in the middle of the summer, she got sent to bed an half and hour early for talking back to her father.

She heaved a melodramatic sigh and stomped off to the bathroom.

Only the the door opened onto Milliways.

This? This is a much better way to put off bedtime than dragging out brushing her teeth.

So the bar has just gained one cheerful and smug-looking nine-year old, with red hair and purple pajamas.

longarm0fthelaw.livejournal.com

[OOM: In the wee small Washington DC hours...]

“This…….is not my room.”

See? This is why Special Agents with the FBI get paid those big bucks.

If the man standing just inside the door looks like he’s spent the last six hours sleeping sitting up on a sofa, well, that’s because he has been. From his bleary eyes, to his rumpled cloths, to his stocking feet. If he had hair, it would be standing on end.

He looks around warily.

“Okay. That’s the last time I eat four day old lo mein,” he mutters. Because his psyche would have needed gastronomical help to dream this up.

Welcome to Milliways, Victor Henriksen.

Would anyone care to brief the agent as to his location?

[OOC: The mun must wave the white flag of slowtime. Thank you so much for all the threads!]

vance_prime

[Out of Milliways:

Aperture Science: Making Black Mesa Look Benign Since 2007.]

[tinytag: Chell Johnson]

gabriel_tam

Gabriel Tam had been in a good mood, until he got to Milliways and spotted the notice on the announcement board.

Now he's seated in an armchair near the fire with coffee instead of whiskey, and looking rather thunderously displeased with the world in general.

howling_laugh

Coyote is standing outside, staring out over the part of the lake that actually stretches out into an ocean.

Her hair is blowing in the breeze. Nothing else is moving but the smoke of her cigarette, long dropped onto the sand, and the water itself.

( See for yourself... )

neveranyeasier.livejournal.com

The lake has a watcher.

Tonight finds Alex Mahone sitting out by the lake shore, his knees tucked up to his chest, a picture of a young boy held in the trembling fingers of one hand. He doesn't seem to be entirely there.

(And he isn't. Withdrawal still occasionally reaches out its fingers to mess with his system, and added to the death -- no, the murder -- of his son, he hasn't yet pulled himself together.)

In a (somewhat) odd turn of events, it's unlikely that he'll mind company. If there's one thing he hasn't done yet, it's talk things over, and it's something that he's starting to feel more and more that he should do.

[ tiny tag: alex mahone ]