milliways_bar | Mar. 9th, 2010

Mar. 9th, 2010

noscaredkid.livejournal.com

[OOM: It's not easy being Jack. There's always another asshole in this galaxy that has to go and do something stupid, and then Jack has to teach him a lesson by murdering him and all of his friends and also some strangers that were just in the bar at the time.

Like I said, it's not easy being Jack.]

Jack's night has gone like this so far: enter bar, sit down, have a drink. Have a few more drinks, get pestered by some stupid idiot mercenary with a deathwish. Be forced by said stupid mercenary to kill him and all his stupid mercenary buddies and also the bartender because honestly it just seemed appropriate at the time. Also she thinks maybe there were some Salarians in the bar when the fight started, but she doesn't remember if she killed them or not. Maybe.

And then after all that, she walks out of the stupid bar and right into another stupid bar.

It's like her night is on repeat or something. Except there shouldn't be a bar here unless they built a second bar next to the first one in the ten minutes she was there.

Seems unlikely to her.

"What the fuck is all this?"

gone_byebye

It's been ridiculously busy at home, in ways that have nothing to do with the Ghostbusting business. Much as he wishes they'd just find someone else and get it over with, the State Department still considers Ray their Ambassador-at-Large for Issues of Non-Human Sapients. They've been calling on him extra hard this week, mostly for dealings with the Deep Ones. Ambassador Z'so-ben'so, while normally a pretty genial guy, has been exceptionally cranky this week after the latest North Atlantic cod census. And then there's the growing specter of an anti-dumping alliance between the Great Lemurian Empire and several of the Somali pirate warlords, over in the Indian Ocean...

You can understand why Ray would come stomping into the Bar and make the incredibly foolish request of "something new that won't make me want to punch someone", right? And why he's currently staring at the bottle of grayish liquid marked Prometheus Springs Lychee Wasabi Capsaicin Spiced Elixir that Bar offered him in return?

... we only wish we were kidding about the bottle.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Well, to everything there is a season, and all things must run their course.

In this case, what has run its course is Puck's good Havelock-related mood.

This may be the primary explanation as to why he is, at present, stubbornly not looking for vampiric real estate, but instead slumping on a couch by the fire turning leftover napkins into large mosquitoes.

He takes great cheerful pleasure in smushing them.

[ooc: sadly, kidlets, Merky has a midterm. that'll make me exceeeeedingly slow. love you!]

justdidntseeit

[ oom: "Just can't sleep. What about you?"

"Same here. Just one of those nights." ]

[ ooc: warnings for adult content ]

helpful-squid.livejournal.com

Vergil is less than happy with how the Door behaved yesterday, but there is nothing to be done about that. Every time the Huragok has tried to open the door since then, it's opened onto a different interstellar vista. It's a little disturbing.

Well, it will find its way back to the Spark In Darkness sooner or later.

For now there is a project to fiddle with. The ancient technology of the vocalizing clock has proved fascinating, but the recorded voice's accent sounds all wrong. As far as the Engineer is concerned, if the device is going to be its voice, it should sound more like the humans from whom it learned the English language- that is to say, the voices recorded by the Superintendent of New Mombasa. It likes the timbre of the recorded speaker, so it's just going to have to tweak the individual syllables and phonemes until it gets what it wants.

Which is to say, there is a bioluminescent blue-purple-pink squid creature larger than a man at work at one of the tables, diligently attempting to make Stephen Fry's voice sound like that of a native speaker of Swahili.

[Tiny alien tag: Vergil the Engineer]

themidnightson

[OOM: Er. I forgot this, uh, five months back? A week after this;

"I am trying to say that I understand."

]

mything_person

Jerry Lukacs has, among other things, made his way back to Chicago and is taking stock of how things stand.

His apartment is still outside the perimeter around the Krim pyramid. That's good. Liz's paperwork is still in her old office. Bad. INS can't find their records with both hands and an archeologist. Worse.

Which is why he's here in Milliways with a copy of Bulfinch's Mythology and a red pen. You have to keep your references current in the face of new information after all and it beats ranting and the INS agents.

Completely botherable.

OOC: Once again, work will cause delays but the post is open and slowtimes are a great thing.

Current Music: Benny Goodman - Poor Butterfly

rogueseraph.livejournal.com

[OOC: All preexisting Mass Effect pups have been retconned to bring them in line with Mass Effect 2. Please refer to this backroom post for details, especially if one of your pups is acquainted with Tali, Kaidan or Shepard (or if you have a Mass Effect pup yourself).

Needless to say, the following OOM and threads originating from this post are likely to contain spoilers for the beginning of Mass Effect 2. You have been warned.]

[OOM: The Normandy is ambushed.]

The Door opens onto the medical bay of a Systems Alliance Navy vessel which is most definitely not the Normandy. A bony avian in blue armor steps through, looking up at the sudden change in scenery. He narrows his eyes in confusion and turns around, looking back to The Door.

[Tiny space tag: Garrus Vakarian , Tali'Zorah]

will_scarlett

Kate's return has worried Will, he knows her world has great and complicated troubles and he hates that there's only so much he can do.

So he's outside at the range firing arrow after arrow into the targets, its restful to hear the thunk, thunk of arrow into straw.

Later perhaps he'll move to the peals but for now, its arrow after arrow as he works to keep his temper in check.

ps_you_look_hot

Nikola is at a table tonight, rather than his usual place by the fire. He's got a laptop open in front of him and is alternating between flipping a pen agitatedly between his fingers and tapping them on the table, sending off small sparks with each collision. There's a very large glass of wine resting next to the computer.

Things are not going well on the home front.

likesthecoat

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Martinis
for example
chocolate raspberry
scarlet
bellini
pear

Coffee
any way you like it

Welshman inna suit behind the bar.

never_misses

Sam has found a dart board, in one of the bar's many corners. Tonight, he's idly throwing darts at it.
Or perhaps not so idly as it may appear at first glance. If one watches long enough, it becomes apparent that he's aiming every last one of those darts - and they seem to be going exactly where he wants them to.
(Seems someone felt like showing off tonight.)

[tiny!tag: Sam, Zevran Arainai]

stillbecoming

Buffy's been reading for the past hour; the stack of leather-bound volumes next to her on the couch testifies to this amazing feat of attention span.

Downside: now there's dust in her iced tea.

She really hopes it's not vamp dust.

til_it_aint

[There was an unfortunate encounter last night.

And for Ben Hawkins, there are - peculiar consequences.]

wheelsy_sheriff

[ oom: breaking and entering ]

[ ooc: warnings for language and violence ]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton looks like he just came from a workout when he enters the bar - grey vest, black shorts, unarmed and shiny-sticky with sweat. He also looks a bit put out.

"I have paperwork to do."

He pauses, considers this sentence, then closes the door and heads for the Bar to pick up a towel.

"Do you think anybody would notice if I just got somebody here to do my paperwork?" The Bar doesn't answer.

hell_in_highheels

She's not dozing in front of the fire in the open bar. Really, she's just resting her eyes.

The stack of books at her elbow are not an unfamiliar sight to those who know her, nor is the cup of tea now growing cold.

Her head rests on the overstuffed pillows and she is fighting a valiant fight against the motivation sucking properties of the warm firelight.

All right, she may be losing, but no one tell Captain Ryan.

claudiometer

(OOM, March 11, 2007:

then can you take me back to where it begins

Back to spoilers for Warehouse 13 episode 5, sort of.)

[tiny freaked-out tag: Claudia Donovan]