milliways_bar | Oct. 12th, 2009

Oct. 12th, 2009

[OOC: Millitimed to after this conversation.]

Tavi's always been a rather chipper, friendly boy when in the Bar, which is why it might be strange to see him curled in a corner of a booth, nibbling on a cookie, with an almost surly expression. His neck still hurts a little, and his dignity is even more bruised than that.

But more than that, for the first time Tavi's found someone in the Bar he distinctly Doesn't Like, and for the first time the Bar is more than just a kind of secret playground.

He could use some cheering up--or maybe some help with his nefarious plotting.

[open until his next EP.]

redefinevictory

Kait is still not used to this place. Not really. It still stinks of magic, and appears at odd times and in different doors, and then there is that Window...

But if it keeps on appearing after her morning bouts with the Guards, she won't complain. It gives her time to clean her sword before her next class, which is always a bonus. Particularly today, when she has to sharpen it.

So, one Spanish-looking girl in the Bar, wearing a plain brown tunic over an undyed blouse, black pants and black boots, with strands of her black hair still sticking to her neck, sharpening one short sword with an S-shaped guard.

The sound may or may not be annoying.

tiny!tag with sword: kait galweigh

maintiens

A Mountie and his (deaf half-) wolf walk into a bar.

The Mountie makes his way to the counter and is about to order himself a cup of coffee when a slice of pumpkin pie and a note reading, "Happy Thanksgiving, Constable," appear.

He glances at his watch, considers protesting the date, spots a calendar, smiles and says, "Ah. I see. Thank you kindly. If it's not too much trouble could I also get a..."

The coffee appears next to the pie, and he smiles again. "Thank you kindly, ma'am."

Coffee, pie, Mountie and (half-) wolf make their way to a table by the fire to think about things they're thankful for.

southphillysob.livejournal.com

You know the best thing about being stationed in England?

Train travel. You get yourself a pass, you're out, bam, goodbye, Aldbourne. London, Edinburgh, wherever, you better watch out, you got paratroops on the way, and you know how they can be.

Bill's looking sharp in his dress greens as he swaggers through the door. Ladies, broads, dames, you watch out too: he's 20 years old, it's 1943 and he's waiting to go to war. (To be fair, he was expecting the beverage car, but this? This is much better.)

[tiny tag: joan holloway]

architekt

Annabeth is sitting at the bar this morning.

She hasn't changed, but she has a freshly showered look about her - wet blonde hair, hanging loosely down her back, her Yankees cap sitting next to her plate, her bright orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt speckled with droplets of water. She's wearing her jeans and black Converse sneakers that look pretty worn (scuffed from monster fights, running for her life, and general use).

Before her is a rather tasty breakfast of flapjacks and syrup, with a side of fresh fruit, and one could say she's enjoying it with a certain amount of gusto.

Tentatively, of course.

Well, semi-tentatively. (She's hungry, and the food is delicious.)

This place reminds her a bit of the Lotus Casino, which scares her a little, but the fact that she can still remember her quest, who her friends are - everything - is reassuring ... if a little anxiety-inducing.

She knows they all have to get back to the labyrinth sooner than later, but for now ...

- she's going to take advantage of this breakfast-thing.

tiny!tag: grover underwood

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Ellen's pretty much finished modifying General Chase's overcoat to fit her. It's more reinforced than she'd reckoned, at least the equal of the Vault security officers' vests. Hopefully she'll be able to get some real armor soon, but it'll do for now. She's got to head back to the Wasteland soon and start looking for that northern Vault; while the seeds from Oasis are nice, she really needs to track down Dad and that GECK.

For now, however, she's taking a moment to herself. Music other than Three Dog's limited stock, or the Enclave patriotic tunes, would be nice along the way. Thus, if you hear someone earnestly practicing on the harmonica in the Bar? It's probably Ellen. She's doing okay, for a relative beginner.

simon_doctor

Out of Milliways:

Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird

causeiknowstuff.livejournal.com

[oom: sometime in the vaguely recent past]

It's typically expected that most new faces waltzing into Milliways will wear expressions of surprise, fear, or confusion. More often it's some random mix of the three. New arrivals are easily identified by said expressions and well-meaning patrons are often on hand to offer explanations and necessary aid.

Sadly for any poised greeting squad, Layla Miller's face bears no such emotion. Her eyes do traverse the layout of the bar, but the intent is one of confirmation instead of the typical cataloging of new surroundings. A small quirk of a smile hovers somewhere around her lips as she takes in each feature. After all, some details were bound to be pretty fuzzy all packed in her brain and it's encouraging to see everything in its correct place.

(Look, when you know stuff, imminent entrance into a pan-dimensional bar is going to be pretty high on the list.)

[tiny tag: layla miller]

j_harley

Saturday has a certain...knack for not being seen when he doesn't want to be. Rest assured, he's been around ~~even if his player hasn't put him in the Bar~~.

As he knows all to well, the best source of information is other people, so he's observing the patrons of Milliways from a handy corner booth.

He looks like a charming and friendly fellow, won't you come on over and say hello?

(OOC: *Points at new and improved user info with descriptions of Saturday's abilities.* Tinytag!: Mr. Saturday Open until it scrolls off the page!)

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

(A quiet dinner.

The words were music for Michael Bluth's ears. The second one alone was good enough. Quiet was something that never happened in the Bluth family, and although Milliways wasn't quiet in the conventional sense, it wasn't having a love affair with hating the Bluths.

It was in a relatively peaceful state of mind that Michael found himself sitting at the bar, despite just having gotten out of a fiasco involving a psychotic public relations woman and his psychotic family.)

"Uh -- turkey sandwich. And just water, please. Thank you."

neapolitan_man

Tony Napolitano takes his newly-assigned duties as godfather to young Evan Fennel very seriously.

Which is why, today, while Coreen is up working on her dress and Squirrel is out doing whatever it is giant rodents do in the forest, Tony is seated at a table with Evan, feeding him from the special batch of squirrel-milk-and-ground-acorns ice cream he'd made earlier in the week, and reading to him from the latest issue of Henchbabes Monthly, which clearly he only gets for the articles.

"Look at her, Ev," he says, bringing another spoonful of ice cream to his mouth. "Miss October, Lady Aquarius. Now, you look at those and you think 'hey, she'd be pretty handy to have around,' wouldn't you? But then you look a little closer--you always gotta look at what it is they don't like. And this one doesn't like guns. Or bathing, probably. So you hire her without lookin' at that, and things go off-plan in a bank job somewhere, and what's she gonna do, Patchouli Haze the cops into submission? No. Don't bite the spoon, Ev. I'll give you more."

Another spoonful of ice cream, some of which promptly winds up back out of Evan's mouth, onto his shirt. "Oh, she used to work for Bongo. Color me unsurprised. There's no henchbabes working today who could hold a candle to your Aunt Edie, though. Never forget that."

Feel free to interrupt this completely responsible babysitting moment anytime.

[open until it scrolls! :D]

blowupthefloats

Tonight's Specials
Electric Lemonade #3
Electric Banana
Electric Smurf
Electric Screwdriver

Behind the bar: one NYPD detective-sergeant, ready to take your order. What'll it be, Milliways?

makesthings

Kait sparked ideas in his head so Sameth has spent the past few days in the forge working and working as the frog starts to come alive.

Its dark outside but he can see where things should go and keeps fitting them together, he couldn't tell you what he's doing simply that it works.

Before there were limbs that hopped and a lovely skin and wings, now there's starting to be something and the air around him moves with the Charter as the fire burns bright.

Find him in the forge since the air tastes spicy with Charter magic tonight.

Tiny tag: Kait Galweigh

(OOC: As always, open until it scrolls.)

makesthings

[Princes know how to apologize and sometimes they're even quick learners.]

Tiny tag: Kait Galweigh
(OOC: Warning for some action between the covers and also Millitimed to before Kait's last EP, the one with the sword.)

numbered_doctor

Cleverly disguised in Chucks and leather jacket, there's a doctor in the bar tonight. She's tucked herself into a corner booth, and she's sipping contently at a mug of tea as she watches the other patrons.

Botherable.

a-day-of-sky.livejournal.com

Ella is out by the lake. It's one of her favorite places in Milliways, to be honest.

(wide, open, free, everything she couldn't see in her former life, the first thing she was shown when she'd arrived -- and she feels an empty hole in her chest because she lost Charles and she lost Truman and her sense of listlessness is growing on her)

She's dressed all in white, dark hair a stark contrast against it.

Her long, thin fingers rest on her knees, curling slowly into fists.

Goosebumps are rising on her arms, but she doesn't seem to notice.

kamen-faiz.livejournal.com

The icon lies. Takumi is not wearing a suit.

But he is giving everybody who passes him very suspicious looks, as he sits at an out of the way booth and blows repeatedly on a mug of hot chocolate.

Botherable.

maxwellsdemon02

Duo sits on the grass outside of Milliways, watching the 'sun' set and his breath steam in the autumn chill. He might kind of miss the seasons, he thinks with some surprise.

Probably one or two cold days here will cure him of that quick.

Oh, yeah. He's crunching on an apple, too. Funny he never saw that tree before. But the apple doesn't glow in the dark, he remembers everything, it smells normal, and it doesn't taste like friendship. He figures he's safe.