milliways_bar | Jul. 26th, 2009

Jul. 26th, 2009

[OOM-but-not: X leaves a compiled report on her tracking efforts the night of the murder and afterward in the Security office. It is very detailed. Fortunately for everyone, she also leaves a shorter summary of the more pertinent findings.]

isaysimplewords

[OOM: Before the real work of stepping into his new life begins, Cal enjoys a temporary reprieve in the form of one Sam Linnfer, in which major personal hurdles are (finally) successfully navigated, and a quest for breakfast isn't just about breakfast.

Amidst all that, he also has time to take a phone call.

WARNING for adult content in the first link.]

mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to the 24th in the wee hours of the morning (following Anita's departure back to St. Louis) - OOM: After more than a full day without feeding, a stressed out Damian is caught by an eager Nathaniel. Secrets are revealed (sort of) and Damian takes another step in their friendly intimacy during a deep feeding.]

[[ooc: Warning for smutty vampire-ness. ^_-]]

nathaniel_kitten

There is a wereleopard in the bar.

He's still suffering from the hefty feeding Damian had managed from him the previous day, and damn, does the wound on his throat hurt. His hair isn't braided today, and it, for the most part, hides the large bite mark and bruise. He isn't healing as quickly as he could be, but he blames that mostly on how much Damian had drunk.

Nathaniel has in front of him a bowl of oatmeal laced with blackstap molasses, a glass of pomegranate juice, and a small bowl of dried peach halves. He knows well what is best to eat to help bolster his body following such a heavy feeding, but he finds it quite difficult to eat.

Because guilt is chewing away at him, making each bite of oatmeal sit like a lump of lead in his stomach.

waste-wanderer.livejournal.com

(OOM: Inside the Labyrinth, Bonzo and Weasel escape some trouble, only to stumble upon something distressingly familiar.)

[Tinytag: Weasel, Vault 13 Dweller]

childofathos

Look out, comin' through, lady with a baby.

At least, we assume that's what's bundled inside that blue blanket. He's being uncharacteristically quiet, so it's difficult to tell.

Teyla is taking advantage of the quiet by...pacing?

Whatever it takes to keep the little one asleep.

[ooc: Open 'till it scrolls off.]

findthegeck

[OOM: War is hardly ever different
In desperate times, one is chosen, tested, and proven worthy, departs
Klamath & all the things to do there
Rats, and More Rats]

The door opens (after no small amount of effort with a crowbar on the other side) and a sharpened steel-tipped spear enters, followed by the cautious young woman wielding it. She has the skintone of someone who gets a lot of sunlight, her long dark hair's a right shocking mess and the frayed blue and gold jumpsuit she wears looks like it's seen better decades and has a few fresh tears and stains on it. She smells faintly of mud and heavily of rat. She wears ill-fitting boots, a battered put working portable computer strapped to her left wrist, a leather backpack and an empty pistol hanging from her gunbelt.

She's travelled further from her home village in recent days than she has gone her whole life, and has yet to realise that now stepping into Milliways, she's gone a bit further than she intended. A lot further.

Of course for all she knows it perfectly normal to have a public establishment situated at one end of a series of dank, rat-infested underground tunnels. Given that nothing has yet to emerge from the shadows and try to eat her face she decides it safe enough to stop a moment, compose herself and collect her bearings.

[Tags: Sativa (The Chosen One)]
[Open like an open thing, now is time for slowtime]

nomorekaraoke

If there's one thing to say about Milliways, one darling, lovely, spectacularly fabulous thing, it would be this: There are no No Smoking signs as far as the eye can see.

Furthermore, there's no place Lorne would rather be on a Sunday afternoon, having his breakfast (cuppa joe-with-added-sumthinsumthin). At the moment he's kicking back on the couch - that one, right there - taking up lots more space than is technically necessary. You see, this is one of those books that require active reading.

And by active, we mean sprawled all over and enjoying oneself immensely.

The book? Just a little something he found in the Library, handily translated and everything. If one were to look at the cover, it reads:

MARE KANDRE
BESTIARIUM

Judging by the slight frown of perplexity, it is quite the little piece of fictional literature.

For a given value of fictional, perhaps, this being Milliways...

((Edit of SlowTimes: Also known as aaaaaaargh I need sleep! This has been wonderful, lieblings, but the bed, it calls for me. I call slow-times, and wub you all!

Post is open until next EP. Which could mean weeks. I don't EP all that often, as you may have noticed.))

anita_blake

[OOM: Anita fetches Jean-Claude.]

An Executioner and a Master of the City walk into a bar.

That's pretty much the punchline.

Anita leads Jean-Claude over the threshold and into Milliways, the door shutting quietly behind them.

"Like I said. A bar. From the future." She smiles at him. "In your hallway, but not really."

[OOC: Two pups, two muns! :D]

herostanding.livejournal.com

Jacen pauses just inside the door for a moment, then sighs. This is the fifth time today that this particular door aboard the Anakin Solo has led to Milliways. He left every other time, but maybe the Force is trying to tell him something.

Besides, he needs some caf.

He proceeds to Bar. And though he is, as usual, hiding in the Force, there's a certain peace and relief evident in his expression anyway.

His parents are innocent, and his daughter is in his care. Things might actually be okay right now.

(( OOC: Open until his next post as an adult. Even after this scrolls. ))

aimedforthemoon

[OoM: Some time ago, there was a battle on and above a moon called Endor. After that battle, a certain pilot had a very specific question to ask a certain outlaw:

What do you feel when you kill?]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika, Shefferville,
Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica, Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield,
Shreveport, Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond Du Lac, Davenport, Idaho, Jellicoe,
Argentina, Diamontina, Pasadena, Catalina...]

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Charlie is reading the rather extensive report that X-23 filed about the West Rosen crime scene. If nothing else, she's thorough. Though there isn't anything in it that really clarifies things.

He wonders if offering a reward to informants might be worth trying. Something to discuss with X or with Alanna. In the meantime, he keeps reading and keeps eye on on the memorial. But wouldn't mind company.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate was outside with her iPod, jogging near the lake. She wasn't going too close to the woods with things still tense around from the murder investigation. She kept the music low so she could spy out anything or anyone unusual.

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

His visions haven't offered many clues, just some of the faces who had been out back. Like that one, Atton. Johnny left a note to Security detailing what he picked up from him. Much of the information seemed to allude him.

So Johnny was slowly canvassing the bar, occasionally reaching out to touch a random table, chair, salt shaker. Even some of the walls so as to give his Dead Zone something to work with.

no-older-brothr.livejournal.com

There's a massive clatter of metal and leather hitting the floor.

This would be because the person who just walked through- just in front of a thick-necked dun horse with a short, dark mane- was not expecting this place on the other side of the stable door. As a matter of fact, this was supposed to be the courtyard where she could saddle up the poor benighted beast. Since it's a .... a.... something full of barbarians and, and, and those are rats! Lots of rats!- anyway, since it's a place she doesn't even recognize, full of animals and people who should not be here!, she's more or less been caught off guard and so has dropped most of the harness and tack she was carrying.

"Āiyā!!"

[OOC: For the record, she's currently dressed in women's clothes; this may be the last time that happens, though.]

[tinytag: Hua Mulan]

isaysimplewords

[OOM: Cal starts settling into his new life.]

For the last week, every time Cal has opened a door, he's been disappointed when it merely leads to where it's supposed to go. Even before he left, he couldn't shake the anxiety that he might not be able to find a door back. He knows it's irrational, but it's still a difficult theory to resist. After all, Milliways brought him in after his death, directed him toward an accidental resurrection, and provided the means by which he's been able to start a new life. Who's to say it wouldn't consider its duty done where he's concerned?

So, when the door to his guest room does not lead to his guest room, the relief is intense. Cal exhales a long breath and steps through, closing his Door behind him.

forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com

For reasons known best to himself, Monkey is impersonating Tripitaka today. He is set up on a mat in the dead center of the room with his bowl in front of him, meditating on a prayer mat.

He is very still, and very serene.

Until the juggling begins. (Where did he get those melons from?)

Watch your back.

ps_you_look_hot

Nikola (still young, still pre-vamped) is in the bar this evening. He's fairly certain now that this is not a hallucination. If nothing else, he doesn't think he'd be this hungry in a hallucination, or if he were, he wouldn't be able to sate the hunger by eating hallucinated food.

But the ratatouille he's been provided with seems to be doing the trick quite well.

[ooc: Open 'till his next EP.]

onebluesuit.livejournal.com

There was a small problem with finding a place where he could get away. He... got away.

Even with all of the paperwork, the clamor of the room, the alcohol had helped him to fall asleep there in his booth. It wasn't the first time he'd fallen asleep somewhere unexpected. After all, he'd been to college.

Reluctantly, Phoenix pulled himself out of the booth and stretched, both of his arms lifted above his head until his shoulders popped half painfully. "Rgh-- Not doing that again. I'm not nineteen anymore..."

He wanted a shower and a change of clothes, but he didn't want to head out just yet. That meant he had a slight dilemma.

whatsatisfiesme.livejournal.com

Gilbert has not had the best of days, today. It poured down a veritable blizzard of snow at Lacombrade last night, the school's exams are rapidly approaching, and some little twit has been slipping perfumed letters to his roommate.

So, he is hardly pleased when a napkin appears beneath his nose, as soon as he sits down. He even opens his mouth to tell Bar that she can find someone else to play with, today...and ends up giving a rueful, little smile, instead, vaulting right over to the other side of her.

This is the only place he's been able to relax, lately, and he supposes he owes it, a little. A few minutes later, he's even marked up the specials board in green chalk:

SPECIALS
Absinthe Martini
Ladies' Cocktail
Sea Fizz
Pedra

"Alright, Happy Hour!" he calls, cupping his hands of his mouth and casting a last glance over his shoulder to make sure that he's spelled everything properly. He's quite proud of his choices for the night - especially the last one.

If anyone orders that, he gets to play with fire!

walksthebounds

Jamie pushes the door open with his left hand, steps to the side, and leans back against the wall to look around.

The infirmary's somewhere around here, he knows, but it's been at least thirty years for him since he's had a need to go there - and he's not feeling very well at the moment, which isn't helping.

chartreuse_eyed

There is a leopard by the couch.

And by leopard, we don't mean in man-shape. We mean, uh, the giant cat. He's big, even for a full-sized male black leopard, and his sprawl is very graceful, if very dangerous. He won't bite, though; right now, he's just sitting and licking his paws as he rumbles out a purr.

Completely botherable, for anyone who wants to come and pet him.

[ooc: open all night, and for anyone curious, Micah won't bite, but he may leave to shift back to human. ping me with any questions at wingysage]

fiery_ring

[oom: Carlotta tracks down the missing link.]

Carlotta is in a booth with a ginger beer, thinking.

She's tracked down her mystery uncle, who probably holds the last bit of information about what happened to her parents before she was born. But his terms of meeting worry her; what if there's a really bad reason why he wasn't in contact with her father? Should she be going alone to meet this stranger?

She doodles a rough layout of the cafe on a piece of paper, trying to think how many exits it has.

veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com

It's nearly dark outside, but Cameron doesn't have a flashlight. She's standing not far from where West was killed, and -- apparently -- staring into space, with her back to the bar.

Not moving a muscle.

mr_gaeta

By the bulletin board, hands in his coat pockets, Gaeta lets out a long sigh and a wearily muttered, "Frak."

(It's the first time he's caught sight of the notice pinned there.)

The victim's name isn't familiar, special skills probably pertains more to the...magically inclined than him, and he wasn't even in the bar the night it happened. Still, force of habit compels him to read the notice two more times; then he glances up toward the rafters without quite focusing on them, thinking it over.

Which means he's lingering at the board itself perhaps a little longer than he should.

[OOC: open until it scrolls!]

[Tinytag: The Evil Chicken]

othercaptjack

Jack strides downstairs, frowning to himself, and quietly asks Bar for a pen and some paper.

( FYI, Security types )

He puts it down when done, with a request to deliver it to a member of Security. He's assuming they don't know about this yet, of course. That done, he turns on his heel and heads back up the stairs.

[OOC: Millitimed to July 18th, and therefore not so much open for tags, just a general statement of This Happened, Kay?]