milliways_bar | Nov. 25th, 2009

Nov. 25th, 2009

hands-of-blu.livejournal.com

Contrary to some expectations, there will still be working hours tomorrow for the endless battle between BLU and RED in Medic's world. However, a few minor modifications are being made to accommodate the fact that the Americans are the largest bloc on both teams. For one, the fighting's stopping early; for another, the intelligence briefcases are being replaced with... well, nobody knows how they got an internally fitted brace and carrying handle for a full-sized Butterball, and nobody really wants to ask.

Medic, personally, doesn't care. Not his holiday. But he's prepped the dispensary with a bunch of antacids and related compounds, and he'll be keeping an eye out for anyone who might try to take advantage of his team's overfed state. Right now he's taking a bit of a break, and he's brought his pet Katyusha with him. The guinea pig is not happy at all with some of the smells coming up from the kitchen at BLU HQ but she seems all right scampering about in her small animal carrier here.

[tinytag: a BLU Scout]

ofthefamily

[OOM:

"Follow."

]

fowl_beast

When he first requested a room at Milliways, he had to actually walk there to find out where room 2³¹-1 actually was. Since then, he had not actually had to walk upstairs. Such are the advantages of teleportation. He did not need to use a door to get into his room upstairs just like he did not need to use a door to get into or out of Milliways.

Just as well, chickens can not open doors.

If it was not for that first time he walked up there, he would have not noticed some odd rooms and hallways, among them the library. (Luckily, he still doesn't know about the magical library.) He thought today would be the perfect day to explore the place.

And of course, he has found some forbidden information. Yay! He is currently comparing the information in the parchment notebook he brought with him from his world to various books on electronics from the library. His mental checklist of things to steal from technologically advanced worlds is growing, but it is doing so slowly. Handling a book is not easy for a chicken and he has had to learn a something or two about circuitry, electromagnetics, and solid state electronics for every part listed in the notebook.

He can not help but wonder what the inhabitants of his world could have accomplished if magic was not so easily accessible there. Such a shame.

Please do not disturb the chicken.

[Tinytag of deviousness: Evil Chicken]

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

Cy likes Thanksgiving. Always has. But it's not fun at the Tower. Beast Boy always insists everyone try the tofurkey, Starfire is always trying to cook, and Robin is always unpredictable and could insist it's time for battle drills right before dinner. And this year, Starfire is trying to make cranberry sauce because she heard Robin likes it.

So maybe Cy is lingering here for a while for a reason. And maybe if he eats enough today, he won't be hungry enough to eat tomorrow. Which explains the big plate of turkey, stuffing, string beans and sweet potato pie.

will_scarlett

Will's finally getting over the flu though he keeps having strange dreams about cooking.

It feels like too long since he's been downstairs so he's by the fire with a bowl of stew and some mulled wine to see what's been going on.

vandemerwe.livejournal.com

There are only so many things Wikus van de Merwe ever expects from the MNU head office. A pandimensional bar is not one of them.

By the time he realizes he isn't where he should be (his nose is buried in a clipboard when he walks in through the door), he's already halfway to the bar counter. He stops dead in his tracks, even taking a step back, and immediately drawing his clipboard back to his chest. His mouth opens once or twice, brow furrowing as the only real query he manages to pose is through his facial expression.

Dressed in a simple white shirt, yellow sweatervest and black slacks, he would stick out like a sore thumb due to his normalcy if not for the fact that he seems like an inherently uninteresting person.

When he finally comes around to speech, it's still something of a stammer, all in a mild South African accent.

The general gist of what he has to say is as such:

"What?"

tiny tag | wikus van de merwe

amoneything.livejournal.com

Sally's never been a big believer in holidays.

To her, they're just a good excuse to stay in, enjoy a drink or two (and perhaps the benefit of added company) - for starters. While she loves a party as much as the next girl, there's something about the intimacy of a smaller gathering that appeals to her, draws her in.

(Though, really, any excuse to have a drink is a good one.)

Milliways seems to have taken care of the first two for her on Thanksgiving's eve as she sits by the fire, draped in white silk and jewelry.

The third, however, is still pending.

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

[OOM: After working over a demon informant last time, Angel and Wesley set out in search of the secret lair of the demon lord Lofar.

Unfortunately, demon lairs are rarely in the nicest places.]

student_of_impossibility

When the door opens today, a young man enters who really hasn’t been seen in here (or, at least, not in quite some months, bar-time). He’s tall, with close-cropped curly, dark hair and beard, a Roman tunic trimmed in red and blue, and a red military cloak. His shoulders are broad and he carries a number of scars, and he walks with casual, almost feline confidence. And yet, despite his apparent newness, he walks like he’s been coming here forever.

He blinks as he enters, and immediately a broad smile lights his face. He closes the door quickly, as though afraid the Bar will disappear if he doesn’t hurry. “Hello, Bar,” he says cheerfully in his resonant baritone. “Could I just have--”

Beat.

“I beg your pardon?” After a moment, a napkin materializes, making him groan. “Oh bloody crows. I had a bad enough day, can’t I just--” Another napkin.

“That was almost twenty years ago!”

A long, silent pause, and finally he throws up both his hands, including the one on the bartop. “As you wish, my lady.”

And so it is that a few moments later there’s a green-eyed Aleran behind the bar, with neat, precise script on the board and a basket of bread and a few saucers with cheese, olive oil and spices. Considering most won’t recognize him, it might seem very strange.

Specials

*White Lady
*Black Feather
*Red Royal
*Flaming Blue

Half-off for Legion ale ; discount at bartender’s discretion for being sufficiently entertaining.
The bread and dip are free--please, help yourselves.
-- Ga. Tav.

For a moment he hesitates, then shakes his head. “Bloody lunatics,” he mutters under his breath. And then, louder,

“Bar’s open!”

[some notes: so I’m totally breaking his timeline because the last book of his canon came out yesterday, so I’m celebrating! Thus some notes on continuity of millicanon for the interested:

If your pup met Tavi while Danii played him, let me know and we can see about keeping millicanon. Also, unless your pup has some magical or non-visual way of recognizing him as that little eleven-year-old, go ahead. And if you want your pup to meet him once I take him through canon and thus he might recognize them as an adult, we can do that too. Also feel free to just have fun and say screw continuity, but I am amused by breaking pups’ brains.

Contact info’s in his profile; let me know if you want to do something silly.!]

[Open… until I close it?]

awaroutthere.livejournal.com

Cosmo did eventually go home and face down that last midterm. Things picked up from there, both in terms of actual homework and his and Marty's... extra-curricular work, shall we say; now, it's Thanksgiving break.
And trust Marty to have to go home just when things are getting interesting.
But anyway. When he gets to the bar and works out that the holiday is a match, if not the exact calendar, he thinks for a few moments, and asks Bar what there is in the way of a jukebox around here. He's heard music in here before, so there's got to be something.
Turns out there's a little bit more than a jukebox, not to mention a little bit more than record players. As such, it takes him a little longer than he would've thought to find what he's after, but he tracks it down.
Shortly after which point, there's a little something comin' around on the guitar. There are some things you just have to do.
(And Cos has to say, whoever rigged this sound system really knows what they're doing. He won't fully appreciate the irony of this thought for a couple decades, yet.)

(OOC: Open all weekend, with various slowtime caveats, most particularly Friday afternoon/evening. But, well. Some things you just have to do.)

vance_prime

[White Forest Interlude, part the first: in which new arrivals are briefed, helicopter maintenance is accomplished, and some interesting information is revealed about Alyx and Gordon.]

[tinytag: Barney Calhoun]

source_fairy

[[OOM: Sirona checks the news, then feels like a drink]]

The door open, and a young woman walks in. She is wearing a long black leather coat, and a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her hair is mostly pink today. Taking off her coat, she reveals a corset, a tulle tutu, and tulle fairy wings on her back. She puts the coat over a chair, sits next to it, gets her laptop from her backpack, opens it, turns it on, and then looks around for somebody who will serve her.

Sirona was expecting some sort of bar. She's never been in this one, but the world is full of bars you haven't been in before, isn't it? There's always another place to discover.

Like this one.

fiery_ring

Carlotta has been busy today. Having resisted for many years the coercion of the Games mistress and captain to take part in team scores, she's suddenly realised that the way to get around this is to train budding young gymnasts in the first and second form for an hour twice a week.

It was harder than she thought, so she's grabbed a teacher training book from Bar and is studying up on the basics.

moon_kanji

It's been a busy day for Light. He doesn't look like someone who had twenty three people killed on the hours, as he sits in the bar and works his way through his advanced math problems.

He finishes, and gets himself a lemonade while he checks his answers.