milliways_bar | Sep. 10th, 2009

Sep. 10th, 2009

Out of Milliways:

In Space, No One Can Hear You Hyperventilate
This Galaxy Ain't Big Enough...

A little while ago, Ellen's dog came looking for Tyler Marlocke. Dogmeat found the boy, and Tyler went back with him to that crazy, crazy place known as the Capital Wasteland.

There were molerats. There were mercenaries. There was Minefield.

And eventually, there was a light in the sky.

The door opens on the darkness of a world without cities; it closes behind a young woman in a big, billowing white overcoat, her arms full of sleek, stylized silvery guns. Tyler Marlocke, his black and gold cyber-raptor, and an odd-eyed Blue Heeler are right beside her as she blinks in silence for a while.

Eventually she coughs, winces, and says, "This is good. I can live with this," before staggering over to a table, depositing the weapons there, and then silently plunking her head down on what's left of the table's surface.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns, have at! Spoilers for Fallout 3: Mothership Zeta.]

airegular-girl.livejournal.com

( Note to Rhyme, will be delivered by the bar with her next order. )

ever_lovin

Ben's first indication that something is different about Milliways is when he steps off of the entryway and onto the bar's proper floor. In the past the bar floor had no give yet today it shifts just the slightest bit.

Being a big guy like him you learn to instinctively recognize when the ground shifts and so Ben immediately steps back onto the entryway landing to see what is different. It is then that he notices the hole.

"Sweet Aunt Petunia, what the heck happened?" he exclaims to the bar at large. "An' how come there's no caution tape 'r chairs around that hole?"

Ben's a safety minded guy.

[Warning for possible unannounced, work induced slowtimes.]
[[Tiny Tag: Jordan Kennedy]]

lady_moon

There's a tarot card in a chair. She's comfortable there, playing Cat's Cradle with sparkly purple string.

She's playing it by herself, and she's doing rather well.

Her bare feet bop to a song only she hears, and her bright eyes are very intent on the string, her fingers rearranging it until it form a pretty pattern.

Well, it's pretty to her.

nathaniel_kitten

Nathaniel is settled quite happily into a booth. He has a light meal, because a light meal is a welcomed indulgence at the moment. Mainly chicken, salad, and fruit. It's perfect, really.

He's also slogging through his Grade 2 French primer. He managed to get through the first one, but he's still not exactly making any sentences that would be appropriate in conversation with Asher. His vampire didn't need to be asked how to get to the nearest hospital or where the best café could be found or where a bathroom was located.

Still, he persists, picking at his plate of fruit and rereading the page in front of him for the third time. Come hell or high water, he is determined to have a relevant conversation with Asher in French!

ten_of_swords

And there is a second tarot card in the bar, but he's at the sofa with Bane. Ruin is feeding the coyote scrapes of meat from his leftover lunch, chuckling. He's rather pleased with himself and ignoring anything niggling in his head about things to come.

Ruin is determined to enjoy his rare good mood to its fullest.

anita_blake

Anita is looking over a small stack of books. She'd promised Nathaniel they'd have new reading material, and so she's trying to pick an order to the books she's chosen.

But she's distracted.

She's been distracted since spending an evening with Damian (or, if she were honest, she'd say she's been distracted since her night with Jean-Claude and Asher, but she's not being honest yet), and Anita's not really liking the scattered mind she's been left with. Without his calming influence, her brain is in overdrive. Anita, as usual, is overthinking everything, every decision and every definition.

It's a state she's accustomed to, but not one she much likes.

mnt_mike

Seated at a table with his back intentionally facing Bar, is Mike.
He's rifling his way through various and sundry paperwork, all the while keeping his eyes out for PERSONS OF INTEREST. In this instance PERSONS OF INTEREST is defined by being either of the Tom Riddle/Wand Waver variety, or of the Guppy/Health Care Provider shape.

Actually, considering the events of the other day...he's hoping he can find both at once. Just to cover all his bases.

masterofstlouis

Jean-Claude was not expecting the bar when he walks in. This is obvious by the fact that he is wearing nothing but a towel. Still, a master vampire, especially a Master of the City, rarely shows surprise -- they can't afford to. Jean-Claude simply sighs and continues through the bar and up the stairs.

Fifteen minutes later, a freshly showered and dressed Jean-Claude returns down the stairs. He takes a seat near the bar where he can look over the entire room but is far enough from the back door that he's in no danger of sun exposure should it turn out to be daytime at Milliways.

numbered_doctor

There's a doctor in the bar today, sprawled comfortably on a couch as usual as she enjoys her day off of work. She watches the observation window with some interest, occasionally dipping her hand into a bowl of kettle corn she's perched within reach.

Botherable.

yosafbridge

When Saffron's door appears, she's not expecting to pull bartending duty for the evening. But when Bar sends a napkin her way kindly requesting her presence behind the bar, a grin makes its way onto her face. What else can she do but accept?

Five minutes later, the board's up.

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

Guess the lie, get a free drink.

No one ever said happy hour couldn't be fun and games.

[ ooc: slowtime for all current tags; will be picked up as soon as some sleep occurs. THANK YOU, ALL. everyone rocks. feel free to tag in if you still haven't yet. ]

dark_dancer

Cata's multitasking, tonight.
Her rifle needs cleaning; while she doesn't mind that at all, it's time-consuming, since it's not a task she's used to. As such, she's interspersing that with what will soon be a necessary evil.
After all, she's recovered her wits enough that all she'd need a basic poisons manual for is sorting out how, exactly, she'd go about teaching its contents.

the-nice-1.livejournal.com

Most people aren't aware of it, but Aleph does like to keep in shape, even though her job mainly requires sitting down at the most amazing and technologically advanced computer system in the history of ever. Because her job also involves busting heads from a distance, and there's always the remote possibility that Central Operations can be compromised.

Not to mention, what else are you going to do with a ridiculous number of martial artists/gymnasts/everything else you can think of? It's amazing what you can learn when you're bored, even from a distance.

That's why there's a computer genius doing a handstand in the rafters. Feel free to talk, just don't startle her.

mechanicalswans

Weyland has women on his mind, as he returns to the bar carrying a gift-wrapped box. Several of them, in fact.

One is his wife, and one her mechanical double; one is the woman for whom the gift he carries was made. The others are... not.

What he really needs is a drink, but the mead here is no better than a pale imitation of the mead he grew up with, and just try ordering soma. Atlantean isn't enough, but it'll have to do.

And so, one preoccupied forge god at the bar. Easily distractable.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton is at a booth, feverishly sketching. For those that can get a good look at his sketches, they appear to be for an agility course of some sort, both complex and rather dangerous.

He's showing no signs of stopping sketching yet. He has a lot of ideas, and he wants to include them all.

Botherable.

conglomerelda

"Milliways!" Elda says as she walks through the door. "It's so nice to be back!"

Doors seem to pop up much more often at the University than they do at home. She wonders what might happen when she has graduated and become a full Wizard. But! No use borrowing trouble.

She heads over to the- is that a hole in the floor? Maybe she'd best head to the Security office before settling in.

Some time later, Elda is sitting on top of a table in the bar, shuffling through a stack of Security paperwork and wearing her badge. Apparently it's been a while in bar time as well as her own world's time.

ladyfirestarter

Prometheus still hasn't been here.

Charlie gets a mug of hot chocolate and a plate of crackers, finds a booth, and sits down exhausted.

She has to admit it: she's starting to worry.