milliways_bar | Dec. 19th, 2009

Dec. 19th, 2009

There is a baker in the bar, this evening, arranging baked goods on a tray to sell. The cinnamon rolls are huge, warm and gooey, piled neatly in the center and surrounded by an arrangement of Blueberry-Praline teacake slices, Bitter Chocolate Death, Lemon Lechery, Chocoholia, and one lone Death of Marat.

(ooc: Mun is heading to bed. Is late. Will catch tags tomorrow! <333)

notaphony.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Joan meets a stranger in the hallways upstairs. Warnings for bitey vampire bloodplay. ]

Joan's lost track of what time it is - or even what day it is - when she wakes in her own bed, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. A trip to the mirror confirms how terrible she feels and looks, her face completely devoid of any and all color, several of her red curls falling loose from the pins she's mysteriously lost.

She splashes some water on her face - there's a red stain on her face that she can't identify (smudged lipstick, perhaps?) - and changes her clothes with considerable effort before she makes her way down to the bar.

Joan curls up on a couch in front of the fireplace, but she can barely feel the warmth emanating from the flickering flames. Bar offers her tea - which she accepts - but twenty minutes pass and she's still holding the mug in her hands, staring blankly into the fire and trying to recall what's happened to put her in such a state.

(She still hasn't seen the marks on the inside of her wrist.)

[ tiny tags: joan holloway, vlad dracula, a gothic winter tale ]

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

The door opens to allow in a parka-clad figure, not so much dusted as caked with snow; the black cowboy hat is the worst victim. It looks frosted. The badge is a shiny gleam somewhere in all the white.

The man under it just looks tired. People in Twin Peaks (mostly) know how to deal with winter, but the first big blast still catches a lot of people off-guard every time, and this year it was a big one. Thank God he got Coop those snow chains.

("Call it an early Christmas present."

"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't get you anything.")

It's hard out there for a sheriff, and he'll be happy to warm up here before he goes out to face round two with the snowpocalypse. He foresees a large cup of coffee and a glazed donut in his future. Maybe two.

[OOC: With approval from Cooper-mun, naturally.]

nita_callahan

[Morning after this.]

Nita wakes up feeling like crap. It takes her a minute or two to realize where she is -- laid over her books in the Milliways library. She must have fallen asleep finishing her paper. --Which is still unfinished, she finds, when she looks over her notes. Groaning, she stands up.

And sways, grabbing for the table as the room tilts.

Geez, this would be the perfect time to get sick, wouldn't it.

By the time she makes it downstairs, she's wondering if it is just some kind of cold. She hasn't felt this bad since the week after she died in the Rose Reading Room. She makes a wobbly beeline from the stairs to the closest empty booth and sits down heavily.

She hasn't noticed the neat puncture wounds on her right wrist, yet.

[tinytag: a gothic winter tale]

[ooc: Open forever!]

fowl_beast

Since the misadventure in the Killerwatt dimension, he hasn't carried his bag of electronics with him on trips to check for the portal to his world. It's safe in his room. Hopefully.

Nope, no portal, not yet.

He's not exactly bound, he can go and come as he wishes, but the thing about hopping from universe to universe is you can't really control where you end up popping into the world. Doors and portals are just much more convenient.

Which is why when he pops into the bar today, there is a light dusting of snow
on him, especially around some feathers that look a bit singed.

He doesn't know what god gave Milliways this horrible climate, but well, this time the weather was a relief.

Find Evil Chicken pecking at a bowl of ground beef at a table near the fireplace. He's probably more talkative than he has been the past two days.
[Mun apologizes for Chicken's recent reticence. It's not easy having a grump for a pup :D] Oh, hell, what kind of loony would talk to a chicken, anyway?

not_lugosi

After her wounds were attended to in the infirmary, Bela insisted on writing a couple of letters before she left with Cal. She was too furious to let anyone else do it for her, even though she was beyond tired by that point.

( To Security Staff )

( To X-23 )

Tag: A Gothic Winter Tale

dark_dancer

The lesson plans are done, with a few weeks to spare. Cata's still sure they're not going to work out perfectly, but it's behind her, for a while.
As such, she's having a celebratory drink, since she doesn't have to worry about going home to a contract at present. (Still only the one drink, but.)
She's got a good vantage point of the place, from her seat at the Bar, and she's people-watching.

command_dot_com

As soon as Dot enters the bar she drops a small file window onto the Bartop.

"Bar, if you could distribute these to everyone on the list, I'd much appreciate it, thank you."

( Christmas card for Agent K, Annebelle Newfield, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Optimus, Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Barbara Gordon, Danny Phantom, Dani Phantom, YT, Hiro Protagonist, Hellboy and Liz Sherman, Mia Ausa, She-hulk, Suzi and Whistler, Carl Arbogast, Divis Mal, Foxtrot X-Ray, Bill Pardy, Garion, and Laini... )

What that out of the way and a nice digitized NA Egg Nog offered up by Bar, Dot's going to set up a little play area for the artist of this year's card. Mairi's still got some physical development to get a little help with. After all she's just started crawling on her own properly...

One Mother and daughter playing on a blanket in one corner of the Bar tonight, friends and well-meaning company welcome!

vance_prime

Alyx is still here, and still sick. Every time she thinks she's getting better, she has another coughing fit or dizzy spell and starts feeling awful again. At the moment, she's just sitting at a table in the bar, trying to read over her intelligence notes without going cross-eyed.

She does this for several minutes in silence. Then, out of nowhere, she starts singing, quietly at first, but

( gradually building up in intensity and volume... )

[tinytag: IMDb Flu]

spandexed-edie.livejournal.com

Edie is decked out in her Sexy Santa Christmas best; ankle-high black boots, fishnets, a short Santa dress with more cleavage than normal, and a Santa hat jauntily placed on her hair.

Her husband is a little less festive in his bowling shirt and black pants, but at least he's well, which is why she's agreed to this in the first place.

Specials:
Christmas Themed Drinks
If you can beat one of us in an argument (judged by the other), get your drink on us!

Seems fair enough to them. "Baby, will you turn on the jutebox, so we can get this party started?"

[You know you want to.]

janebecomes

Jane's bite has almost fully healed, there are only two faint marks visible on her neck and even then you must look closely to see them.

Since she still finds it rather hard to believe that not only did a vampire bite her but how many worlds have vampires that come to Milliways.

So she asked Bar for a book to help her reacquaint herself with creatures she considered only lived in the rather tawdry world of Gothic Romance.

The book, My Wicked Vampire is making her frown even more, bad writing bothers her.

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

Nothing says it's the holiday season like a cyborg wearing a Santa hat. Pity the narration doesn't have an icon to match.

But take our word for it. He's got a Santa hat, and a big smile.

a1enzo

Enzo is sitting at the bar with a slim volume—an actual, paper book—in his hands and an expression of mild but continual bewilderment on his face. It's interested bewilderment, though, and every so often he'll laugh at something.

After a while, he demands of no one in particular, "What in the 'Net is a humbug, anyway?"

A bowl of mints appears on Bar's surface. He stares at it in consternation.

guppy_sandhu

It's that time of year when you get colds and flu ~~and vampires~~, so Guppy has made sure to set up clinic today.

Free walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

source_fairy

Sirona is perched on a bar stool, her little Sony Vaio perched on her knees, her big black boots crossed on the next bar stool. She still has no internet here, of course, but she's writing some script, which she seems to find rather funny while she does so.

She's got a large mug of slowly cooling white mocha on the bar beside her.