milliways_bar | Sep. 17th, 2009

Sep. 17th, 2009

Ben is over at the Karaoke machine this morning and has just put in a cd. Hitting play he listens to the beat (which is very hip hop) until he thinks he has it and then turning he sings out:

Think you know what I oughta do?
Well, hater, hate ta say it, I got news for you.
You don't know my street, you couldn't take my blows,
See you cryin' while you dying, trynna find some heroes,
Not me -- I don't let no one mess with mine
Just step off, hater, or it's clobberin' time.

Got a sting like the Thing
(Yeah, it's Clobberin' Time)
Best believe -- I don't let no one mess with mine
Just step off, hater, or it's clobberin' time

Don't no one tell me how to spend my days
I've come too far to let you change my ways
Me and my G's always up for more
We rolling like we goin' all Fantastic Four.*

He shakes his head as even he knows he needs to work on the delivery. Got any advice for a crooner trying to bust a rhyme?

*Words from Fantastic Four v3 #60 (#489)

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Charlie heads to the bar for his usual morning fruit platter and tea - something herbal, maybe? But before he can order, a note of announcement appears.

"That's interesting." To say the least.

marked-pi.livejournal.com

Vicki walks up to the door.

She stops.

Rubs her eyes.

Moves her hand against the wall where the door used to be.

"You've got to be kidding me."

She kicks the wall.

Curses as her toe is now throbbing from the impact.

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

Jasper is bored. And hungry, his eyes darker than the normal golden brown. And Bar is attempting to distract him in ways that won't require her serving him another mug of blood that he'll only stare at in disgust. (Because, really, the only thing more unsatisfying than animal blood is animal blood served in a mug.)

So, distraction. She has provided him with a gaming guide and a copy of said game if he wants to try it out later.

He's mostly staring at the book in confusion. "I'm not real good with computers," he comments, even as he continues to flip through the glossy pages.

basic_powers

Tyler meant to send this off earlier, but certain events, like going to Ellen's world, distracted him for a bit.

"Bar, could you give this note to Mary Lennox when she comes by?" The boy places a letter on top of the bar, which disappears into the wood.

( From the Desk of Tyler Marlocke, )

Promise delivered, the boy orders a small cardboard carrier of lunch snacks and climbs up into the rafters to spend a little time people-watching.

the_lioness

[OOM: Fief Mandash and Pirate's Swoop, Tortall.

Meanwhile...

"Laura? How can we best render him unconscious?"

"I do not know if we can kill them all."

"We'll rout them, your Highness. Never fear."]

the_lioness

[OOC: After this.]

Milliways has many corners. Possibly more than it should. One of those corners is unoccupied today, until it abruptly isn't.

"That might take some explaining," grumbles Alanna, slowly peeling her fingers off her security badge. She's tired and looks it. There are scratches on her face and dirt on her clothes, not to mention an unmistakable odor of horse.

X is beside her, slightly more composed.

Antillar Maximus unfolds his large frame from a nearby chair and approaches, because, well, he likes Alanna and her friend isn't half bad, either. "We're fighting," says Alanna, succinctly, as she starts for the door. Then she stops and eyes him. "Max. You have a sword."

Max grins. It's all the invitation he needs.

Now there are three of them crossing the bar.

"Alanna, luv."

Alanna gives Captain Jack Sparrow a strained smile. "We're in a hurry, Jack. There's an army surrounding Pirate's Swoop -- the queen, the heirs, the triplets. We wouldn't want them to start the battle without us."

"Pirate's Swoop, you say?"

Thus three becomes four, and the door slams shut behind them.

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but it's time to turn to a new path.

Yuuno was going to Bar for a new external storage crystal.

Yuuno got a yo-yo.

"I promise I'll relax once I'm done," he says, "Please don't make it any harder?"

No napkins, no braille. No response at all.

"Fine. The hard way it is."

OOC: Open while it's on the front!

likesthecoat

Ianto has a finger in his mouth, determinedly working a piece of caramel loose from a molar.

(It'd be a lot more fun if it were someone else's.)

mogget_cat

Yrael has a red Enigmas hat on, this evening, the color brightened by the lack of color in Yrael and the rest of his clothes. He grins as he puts up the Specials upon the chalkboard in bright green chalk. Most of what caught his eye tonight sounds innocuous enough...

Happy Hour Specials!
Blueberry Tea
Iced Cappuccino
Chocolate Orange
Non-Alcoholic:
Citrus Berry Blush
Papaya Surprise Smoothie

After putting up the sign, Yrael settles down to bartend... but as he closes the drinks recipe book, another recipe catches his eye. And he can't resist, so-

The Walking Dead

-is added to the board.

"Happy Hour, friends and patrons. Name your poison," Yrael grins, toothily.

(ooc: Off to sleep. Still open to tags, though, until it scrolls off the first page. I'll pick up new and continuing tags tomorrow! <333333)

airegular-girl.livejournal.com

Emiri is laying on a couch near the fireplace, reading from a textbook. She doesn't look too happy to be reading it, but she needs to pass the exams if she wants to be anything but married off, and she does not want that, thank you!

But the book is so -boring-. She didn't like history. Why couldn't it be math instead?

architekt

Annabeth is a daughter of Athena. As a daughter of Athena, it is in her blood to be clever, cool-headed and have the instinct to plan ahead in any situation. Very little ought to surprise her (at least, if she had it her way), and if it does, she has to be prepared to come up with the proper stratagem to get her and her friends out of any possible lethal situations.

Athena always has a plan. And as a result, so does she.

But what Annabeth knows with her heart more than her brain is that there are often times when things happen with very little explanation. It's as though even the Fates are unsure of what they've just delivered.

And by the gods, walking through a door into the weirdest possible location has got to be one of those times. Her surprised expression is pretty much a dead giveaway that she has no plan.

(At least she has her friends with her.)

[ooc: hi! just a note - this is a multipup, multimun post! and it is also subject to some slowtime.]

[tiny!tag: grover underwood, percy jackson]

venusadept_2

Felix has, it seems, not really looked at the fishtank before. Something in there caught his eye tonight, so he's peering in, trying to determine just what he's seeing.

Current Mood: curious

justdidntseeit

[ oom: quagmire and quicksand ]

[ ooc: warnings for language ]

punyparker

With an average age of sixteen, Peter's pretty sure his students are a little old for classroom pets. Even classroom pets that aren't entirely legal in the city of New York.

No one seems to be sure exactly how the iguana ended up in the Biology room. But naturally, it falls to our friendly neighbourhood science teacher to deal with it. He has the appropriate contacts, after all.

Peter kicks the door open from behind and enters the bar at an awkward angle. The glass tank he's carrying only fits through the door sideways. It takes him a second to negotiate this.

He sets the tank down on the nearest table, sighs in relief, and crouches down to peer at the lizard inside.

"All right. I'm getting coffee. You're not going to turn into a crazy rampaging human the second I turn my back, are you? That would be exactly like my life."

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting on the floor in a corner, singing a version of Old McDonald to his baby son (It gets boring repeating the same ones over and over).

With actions.

( Old McDonald had a bar )

Alex looks expectantly at his father, waiting for another verse. Guppy flails for a moment trying to think of one.

Anyone got any ideas?

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate was working on a piece on her cello, the notes coming easy from all of her years of practice. The classical piece was a familiar one to her ears. She had played this Liszt piece in the past.

It was a pleasant evening to play in the bar, and then a discordant note sharply sounded as a string broke.

"...Crap."

fiery_ring

Carlotta enters, dressed up in riding things today. Matron finally released her in time for her to dash off to Will's and see the new foal born.

She's now sitting thinking of names for the foal, since Will said she could name her.

ostro_goth

It is not true that advertising was not invented in Teja's time. The walls of Roman houses and shops were full of more or less impromptu advertising for goods and services offered nearby, from artful frescoes to rough, crude graffiti.

Brothels, for example, would advertise by means of lewd drawings on the walls; but those were the old times. The Christians had tried to put paid to that, for centuries of chaos, by Teja's time. But one still saw it, upon occasion, in the older, decrepit streets of Rome.

But advertising from the future is much more puzzling, and complex far above the level of large winged phalluses. Teja is sitting by the fireplace, reading a magazine about music, and utterly failing to comprehend what pink toy rabbits have to do with the stored electricity known as 'batteries'.

[[OOC: This EP is brought to you courtesy of today's DE]]

the_lioness

[OOM: Pirate's Swoop, Tortall.

The battle, once it begins, is full of surprises.

Raph, Abigail and Jamie are ambushed by a flank attack.

The Tortallans don't quite know what to make of the Milliways group, but the Spidrens and enemy warriors don't seem to care.

Up on the observation deck, the return of Daine and the dragon is just the first shock of the day. Ultimately it all comes down to one thing: no one, least of all Captain Jack Sparrow, expects the kraken.]

master_bruce

OOM: Bruce has less sympathy for this type of criminal.

eyeeyecaptain

There is a Leela outside, taking advantage of the last little bit of light to get her throwing arm in shape. She may be currently wearing her new team baseball cap with pride.

She may also be missing the net she's set up to catch her throws by a good three feet, in pretty much every direction.

This is not funny.

(Except for those who may be watching.)

((Unless you're in the path of one of those mis-throws.))

Edit 12:48 EST: Wow, I am falling asleep where I sit. Sorry guys, but am crashing early! Please feel free to tag in Friday! I welcome all new threads when I'm not, you know, unconscious.

pirate_jack

[OOM: Legends say that the Kraken (or Kráken, or even Kràken in the original Scandinavian) is a foul, monstrous, murderous creature that nothing can escape or destroy.

Nothing.

However, they tell different tales in Tortall.]