milliways_bar | Mar. 15th, 2010

Mar. 15th, 2010

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

[OOM: This is the story of how we fell ~~apart~~ together.]

"Sleep, perchance to dream
To dream of what?
Many things, kings and queens. {Another realm.}
What find you there?
Many things foul and fair."

(OOC: Ok so, like a million years ago there was this. A thread in which Kaye Fierch (Tithe) and Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) finally stop dancing around their teen crushes and avoidance and decide to somewhat act like adults about it. Kaye issues a challenge. She'll give Ichigo his answer if he comes to her room the next day.

Due to the magic of Millitime you finally (hurrah) have her response. We're going to handwave that no time has passed because well, people have lives right? Thing is. I know this thread is long, so read it in bits if you must, but I am very, very, very proud of this thread. I feel like for the first time in a long time I have got it right. There's some emo, some sexy (srsly...sexy) and finally the ending that we've all been hoping for. OR IS THERE. so erm yes. Here it is. Above. Thanks :)

Current Mood: mischievous

pickyourmoments

Chandler wanders away from the bar with a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand, and four shot glasses in the other. He's not usually into the really hard liquor, but today is special, and he'd much rather not deal with it right now.

He finds an empty table and stumbles down to the seat, already slightly drunk. A little company would be nice.

Fake tag: Chandler Bing

hecu_marine

[Out of Milliways: Adrian Shephard was busy elsewhere during Eli Vance's funeral.]

Given that Ms. Vance and Dr. Freeman crashed at the Bar last night, Shephard felt it was probably okay to do as much himself. He got up dark and early this AM and got out to do all the usual things that need doing before the sun comes up all the way. The final element was his usual three-miles, less-than-eighteen-minutes run, the last part of which brought him past the Milliways gardens- and that brought a recent memory to mind.

He's inside the Bar now, having washed and changed into respectably clean civilian clothes. He's got breakfast and a topographical map of the continental United States, and he's switching back and forth between a printed list and a map, marking locations as he eats without entirely noticing what's in front of him.

He could, of course, be disturbed.

gone_byebye

No slime today as Ray staggers through the door of Milliways. That's a net plus! Okay, sure, he smells like ozone and most of his hair has a distinctly crispy look to it, but hey, these things happen, right? It's the nature of the business and the nature of New York. He's good with that.

As he unshoulders his heavily notched proton pack and sets it down next to the bar, he says, "I've actually already eaten breakfast this morning, appearances to the contrary. Might I possibly get a glass of the quantum blue and the latest 2010 issue of Who's Who and What's That?, please? My subscription appears to be running late."

The net result is a sober-looking academic journal about half an inch thick and a glass of something not-quite-opaque that happens to be the color of Windex and smells vaguely of berries.

"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."

vance_prime

Sleep is a good thing. A very good thing. Especially after a day like the one Alyx had. She might not have been in combat, but she still had more than enough stress to deal with, and it's going to get worse before it gets better. But having slept ten hours last night helps a great deal.

Next step: food. And lots of it. She didn't eat much yesterday, either.

If you need Alyx, she'll be over in a corner booth, with enough eggs, bacon, and hash browns to feed a small army.

[Open until it scrolls! tinytag: Garrus Vakarian]

Current Mood: hungry

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but the Yuuno that comes through the door looks different.

For one thing, he's taller. For another, he's older. Still, he's here and bouncing, just a little, as he heads over to Bar.

Afterall, who isn't happy to have a chance to tie off a potential paradox?

Botherable - he's just giving himself a present.

Work pause begins immediately, but the EP is open until I give him a new one. Slow time is everyone's friend!

thanksrainman

Gus never gave up his room when he was finally able to go back home. As such, that's where he's coming from when the Bar gives him a napkin.

"Really? You won't let me drink, but you'll make me serve? That's cute."

Still, he makes his way behind the Bar and painstakingly writes out the specials board. Apparently writing is something else he's forgotten how to do as well.

SPECIaLS

aNYthINg rEaDY tO SErVE

haLF OFF IF thE BartENDEr SPILLS YOUr DrINK

That'll have to do.

Bar's open.

[[ Come in. Thread hop. Even order deliberately hard-to-mix drinks to piss Gus off, if you want. ]]

alsoagreengrass

With his classes done for the day and a door to Milliways at his disposal, Scorpius has ditched his robes for a long-sleeved Montrose Magpies jersey - the warming charms enchanted into the cloth are especially nice for any chill - and a set trousers that can withstand grass stains.

He's got a Quaffle too, but that's not clothing. It's a - maybe funny-looking, to some - red, leather-covered ball used for Quidditch. Which only happens to be the best sport ever.

But the young Malfoy is not playing Quidditch. Mostly he's just sitting on some dry bit of ground by the lake, tossing the ball from one hand to another, spinning it on a finger like a Muggle might a basketball, or dribbling it between his knees...

Harmlessly lost in thought, and wishing he had one of those laptop things Parker Lee showed him for some music, as he stares out at the water.

findthegeck

[OOM Different locale, same old song and dance
A friend meets family

Vault City closes its doors to visitors at sundown. Which was fine with Sativa: after a day in that town, she didn't want to be there a single moment longer than she had to. The place itself was nice enough: it was the people that spoiled it for her.

So here she is, wearing her old blue Vault Suit, looking tired, filthy and cheesed off at the world in general. She makes her way to one of those tables along the walls with the cushioned bench-type seating - you know the ones - and slumps down into a seat, kicking off her boots and dumping her gear onto the floor nearby. She lets out an expulsion of air she didn't know she'd been holding in, somewhere between a groan and a sigh.

Botherable, although hard-pressed to string whole sentences together.

risen-from.livejournal.com

She steps out onto the sun-drenched Caribbean shore, delicately formed feet leaving equally delicate prints in the sand to mark her passage. Her skin is smooth and glowing, her limbs long and well shaped, and in bygone days, she might have worn only a garland of flowers to cover herself, or perhaps a strip of gauze.

But these aren't bygone days, and one really has to modernize. What covers her instead is a string bikini of shining gold.

(If you've got it, as the poet says, you might as well flaunt it. Less revered but equally relevant bards have observed: I like big butts and I cannot lie; you other brothers can't deny that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get--)

That same tiny smile plays coyly about her lips as she lowers her sunglasses to take in the sights.

"Well ... what do you know," she says, in a voice low and thrilling.

"The end of the universe."

[ooc: Ladies and gentlemen, Aphrodite is here (with a slightly recycled EP)! She's on the beach, but if you'd like to meet her in the bar, let's say you can meet her as she comes in the lake door. If you have any questions, please ping at MerkyDee. She has multiple PBs which can be checked out here. Open until I say otherwise!]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is enjoying not having to watch his back, and is looking refreshed and relaxed today. No Urquhart to bother him. No nasty administrator at work. He's even finished his paperwork.

He's now sitting with Carlotta, who was also at a loose end, playing what appears to be a Milliways version of Guess Who. Or so it would sound from the questions.

Carlotta peers at her game board for a moment, then asks.

"Are you human or human-like in appearance?"

"No."

Carlotta flicks down some of the little pictures.

Anyone else want to play? They're close to the end of the game.

the_strong_one

[OOM: Ambassador Delenn seems to have a bit of a problem ...]

Commander Ivanova is very tired. Today, she had to a) not kill anyone today, b) prevent an alien divorce/attempted murder from becoming an galatic political incident, c) explain hair care to an alien ambassador, d)escape explain human reproduction to someone newly hybrid, and e) not kill anyone today. She deserves a drink.

She steps off the lift and into Milliways.

"God damn it." She pauses and looks up at the ceiling. "...Sorry."

[tiny tag: Susan Ivanova]

[OOC: Good until it scrolls! Slowtimes are welcome! :D!]

ginsu_master

There is a man doing a one armed handstand out back, drinking his tea.

It's a ninja thing!

alwaysroomforhope

It's the dead of the night and hardly anyone is around!

Except that in Milliways, that never means it's particularly safe. So Security is watching out for you! Don't break rules! Be careful! Or Security will GET YOU!

-- currently, Security is in the form of a bouncy, cheerful sixteen-year-old in sweat pants, sitting on a table, sipping a chocolate milkshake, and swinging her legs.

But swinging them in a totally threatening way! Really. No, really.