milliways_bar | Dec. 22nd, 2009

Dec. 22nd, 2009

stapler-stealer.livejournal.com

Bill Lumbergh once again found himself in the Milliways Bar.

"Yeah ... that's great." he said to no one in particular as he looked around, seeing an empty table in the center of the bar floor. He ordered a gin and tonic from the bar and took his seat.

{ooc: thread open for anyone at all to thread with Lumbergh}

agent99

[ OOM: 99 gets saddled with a new partner - and she isn't happy about it. ]

When 99 finds herself in Milliways again, she's not exactly dressed for the occasion.

In fact, she's dressed more for recon at a dinner party thrown by Ladislas Krstic - a long, silvery gown with a long slit up the side of one leg, her long hair gathered up and tucked under a chin-length wig that appears to be on the darker side of brown.

Max, of course, is nowhere in sight, and the timing couldn't be more inconvenient.

99 swears under her breath and prepares to head back through her door.

Until, as fate would have it, one of her high heels breaks, sending her windmilling comically and falling into the lap of the closest sitting person.

[ tiny undercover tag: agent 99 ]

fowl_beast

[OOM: Trouble back home]
The portal connecting the Killerwatt dimension and his home world was still down.

This was a troubling development.

Sure, he could just pop into his world with out the portal, but he would be stuck in some random location without the ability to teleport to were he needed to go.

Those bastard wizards.

To make matters worse, there was a vampire stalking around here pulling off the same tricks Lowerniel Drakan started playing with when Zaros first brought him into the world. There was commotion near the library last night, as there has been every night since he returned from his "shopping" trip. The library, obviously, wasn't a safe place to become distracted by a book.

Here, in the bar, there were many eyes. Eyes that would notice something suspicious happening, hopefully.

Find Evil Chicken at some random table at no particular place in the bar, attempting to comprehend the books Fundamental Electrodynamics and Basic Principles of Semiconductor Devices.

hecu_marine

Shephard's not feeling so well today. Fever, muscle aches, coughing, you name it. If it weren't for the fact that sneezing inside a gas mask when you've got a seriously runny nose produces a horror of previously unsuspected proportions, he'd be wearing his as a courtesy to those around him. He'd check himself into the infirmary or something but a, he doesn't think it's an in-patient facility, and b, the Phobos Labs facility doesn't have an infirmary, does it? Or if it does it's really kind of shot to hell at this point, possibly literally.

... he's not really himself today, and we're sorry, but at least he's keeping out of the way and trying to keep warm and hydrated before the cuccos start chasing him.

[tinytag: IMDB flu. Shep's case of the flu was originally conceived of before I got him an actual PB who wasn't a pro hockey player; therefore instead of John Cusack roles, he's going to be switching between silent videogame protagonists.]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

[Out of Milliways:

Ellen came to the Bar last from the Metro tunnels under Washington, DC, on her way to the Museum of History and the Lincoln Memorial. She and Annabelle Newfield left to see if they couldn't investigate the Memorial's status vis-a-vis supermutants, but fate had other plans...

Underworld
The Tunnels
The Hospital
The Statesman

Spoilers, as always, for Fallout 3.]

The door opens on a dimly lit tunnel that smells of things best left to themselves. Ellen glances through and calls over her shoulder, "It worked, Annabelle. Let's go get cleaned up." Her dog trots past her, shaking himself off; it's a mess out there, and not the sort he'd like to roll in, either. Ellen is mostly fine, though her armor is scored in places and splashed with very nasty things in others. She herself is pale and a little shaky, and her face is streaked with grime and worse. Annabelle... well, let's be blunt here. Annabelle is covered in blood. Dry blood, but still.

You can talk to them now, or you can talk to them after they get back from washing up- Ellen'll be out of her own armor by then and into her Vault 101 jumpsuit. Up to you.

[Two pups, two muns, tag either or both!]

never_misses

Sam is feeling... worse. So much for flushing whatever this is out of his system.
He's currently in a chair by the fire, alternating between filming things with a camera the Bar gave him this morning and... wondering what in the Abyss the thing is supposed to be; it's safe to say there's nothing like it in Bistort.
Watch out for the occasional sneeze.

(OOC: Subject to random bouts of slowtime throughout the day, but open until his next EP, which will likely be Thursday sometime.)

[tiny ill tag: Sam
tiny by-way-of-IBDb tag: IMDb flu]

thanksrainman

There's a note left at the bar for one Malcolm Crowe

Guppy told me to talk to you because of some symptoms he can't seem to nail down. Said you're some sort of an expert?

Need to talk.

- Gus Dickinson

After leaving the note, he makes his way to the observation window. He's easy enough to find; he's the guy that looks like he hasn't slept all week.

time_dancer

[Last night Val meet a most courteous gentleman and oddly enough there is no need for warnings in this tag, except for longings for home and family.]

Val woke missing her home and is now outside enjoying the winter air. She also appears to be floating about three feet above the snow as she sits studying the mountains. Regardless of her nostalgia for the Carpathian mountains, there's no reason to catch chill!

She's armored and there is a warding sigil floating about her. Seems someone is feeling a bit more cautious than normal...

[A Gothic Winter Tale: Guest Appearance by: Vlad Dracula]

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Coreen has an encounter while doing some late night drawing by an open window. Warnings for nommage.]

A very woozy and hungry Coreen wakes up next to an open window, in a quiet hallway. She has her charcoal and pad with her, and yet, no memory of how she got there, or why there's no sketch.

She sits there for a few minutes, trying her hardest to get her bearings, before she stands.

She wants food, but she should probably check on Joe and Evan.

"Damn, what time is it?" she asks, to no one, before making her way slowly downstairs.

[A Gothic Winter Tale: Guest Appearance by: Dracula]

thursdays_angel

Castiel has been working on his ability to blend in in Milliways. But though he has been coming here for some time now, he feels there is still a lot of room for improvement. When he tries to blend in (i.e. stand quietly in the middle of the floor and watch what goes on around him) he still seems to draw undue notice.

Perhaps, he thinks, if he is holding something to drink he will blend in better?

Castiel asks Bar for a cup of black coffee, which is readily provided. Along with, unexpectedly, a sheet of paper.

Which is why Castiel is now standing in the middle of the bar. Cup of coffee in one hand. In the other a child's drawing of an elaborate Christmas tree with the address:

To the Man in the Coat, from Anna.

He doesn't really know what to make of it.

It shows.

[OOC: Mun is flitting about--tags may be a bit slow in coming.]

fiery_ring

Carlotta is near the fire, finishing off the Christmas presents for various people.

If she spots any of the recipients heading over, she'll hide them quickly under the table.

guppy_sandhu

There were a number of people in need of medical help the other day, so as soon as he's had a bit of sleep from the Kazic trip he's back in the bar running clinic. There might be more flu or vampire victims out there.

He puts up the clinic sign and starts looking through some papers on his table.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in
Flu advice and assistance here

ellectrical

Whatever the date is in the Bar, Elle has to be ready to leave again. Tonight, that means she's finally started packing.

Rather than doing this up in her room, however, she's claimed a table in the main bar, spreading her things over it with a reasonably-sized blue duffel bag at the center. Elle is sitting cross-legged on the table next to the bag, leaning around as she looks through the various items she's scattered around herself – piles of folded clothes, including skirts, jeans, shiny blouses and t-shirts, jackets and a few pairs of shoes (heels, sandals, and tennis shoes); her map of New York state, as well as another from the Bar of just New York City; a couple boxes of Girl Scout cookies (Trefoils and Thin Mints), accompanied by a collection of small plastic bags; a few bottles of water; two drivers' licenses with matching passports. Money and cards have already been slipped in the bag, along with a smaller bag holding things like her makeup and toothbrush.

The gun she'd received from X (making it untraceable in her own world) is already in the shoulder holster that she's wearing, concealed beneath the black zip-up hoodie she's got on over a white t-shirt.

Whether or not Elle was really aware of how late into December it was in the Bar before tonight, she certainly knows now. This may have less to do with the sprig of holly the Bar had tangled into her hair, and more to do with the glittering snow man Christmas card that's on the table next to her. The envelope, torn neatly along the top, lies beneath it.

It's unlikely that this will be going in her bag. Having as a little to explain as possible when she's out in her world is, in Elle's mind, the better idea.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

[Tiny!Tag: Anita 'Needy' Lesnicky]