Unexpected Day Off Multi-Pup Extravaganza, Clue Edition

[vance_prime]

Alyx Vance, at the firing range, with a machine pistol.

D0G, in the garage, with a Skitch.

Guardian Bob, in the Bar, with an energy shake.

Sari Sumdac, by the fireplace, with headache medicine.

[Please specify who you're tagging. Open until it scrolls. tinytag: Sativa]

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[for-petessake.livejournal.com]

Anastasia comes into the bar looking tired, but ultimately quite happy.

Her first party in her new neighborhood had been a raging success if she does say so herself.

Jenny and Robert had been able to bike out from Cambridge. The Harvey family, from her new street, had been able to swing by. Fourteen folks from the local Senior Citizen Drop In Center had made it. And her neighbor, Gertrustein, hadn’t even been mad about the fact that Anastasia had basically arranged for her to have a blind date with a bunch of other old people. A good time had been had by all. Especially Anastasia.

(Barring one incident of her baby brother streaking through the festivities. Why had she ever told Sam what “flashing” really meant?)

“Bar,” Anastasia says, patting the bar fondly, “I think I may have found my calling as an elite social planner.”

[OOC: It’s been about two years *facepalm* since Milliways has seen Anastasia, due solely to mun-fail. But it’s only been a couple of days for her. I am attempting a resurrection. The mun will do her best to remember who she has met before.]

[Tiny Tag: Anastasia Krupnik]

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[hallelujahpilot]

The Marines at Hell’s Gate worship their commander, and Trudy Chacon is certainly no exception to this. Quaritch is a good leader, the kind where you do what he says out of respect rather than intimidation. And he never asks of them what he would not do himself. And as the Marines tell all the new blood, on his first day, he had his mask torn off and survived. He has their backs, and they know this with a bone-deep certainty. They are the luckiest sons and daughters of bitches in the galaxy to have him as their CO.

However, he is still the colonel, and Trudy has gotten used to regarding Milliways as her own off-duty secret. It is somewhat disconcerting to now have him prowling around.

Cue the normally cheerful pilot looking somewhat sulky despondent as she sits at the bar, poking at her cup of coffee.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

Love, o love, o careless love
Don't you see what careless love has done]

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

It's lunch break. Justin had been planning to brave the mystery meat and then go watch football practice on the bleachers. Just to sketch the guys. Really.

Yeah.

Anyway, Milliways turns out to be a welcome distraction because the food is actually edible here and a barshift is always going to be more fun than a double period of chemistry.

SPECIALS

The Lunchbox
Hot Lunch
Monkey's Lunch

What? He's hungry.

'Bar's open.'



[OOC: Early bartending is open for the next 4.5 hours. Slowtime in half an hour while I go fetch my darling offspring, only gone for 30mins or so. it is. Back in 30mins! Back! Still not getting notifs though. D:

And cloooosed to new threads, slowtime in 30 mins, thanks all.]

[oom: Recovering, and an Anniversary of a sorts

[justcallmefee]

[oom*: 

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road,
and all the way to Dublin, one two three four five.


*Warnings for brief and unsatisfying adult content.
]

[ first entrance ]

[itwasjustified]

A tired-ass deputy U.S. Marshal walks through the Front Door.

His jeans have been (poorly) slept in, his wrinkled button-down is stiff with dried sweat stains beneath his blazer. When he sees where he's stepped into, he adjusts his white Stetson with one hand; the other rests on the strap of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Did Blue Grass Airport install a bar between the boarding tunnel and the terminal in the last thirty-six hours?

(He knows it wasn't here when he flew to O'Hare for his connection to L.A.)

Then again, maybe he's more sleep-deprived than he realizes.


[ tiny tags: dani reese, moist von lipwig, raylan givens ]

[ ooc: spoilers inherent for justified, particularly 1.04, "long in the tooth" ]

(Re)-Entrance Post.

[notenlightened]

It's been a long time since Detective Dani Reese had a reason to be in a bar that didn't relate to any on-going investigation.

It's been an even longer time since she was in this bar specifically - but Reese never forgets a bar. Or a Window.

The first she decides to tread carefully into, the second she avoids looking at as much as humanly possible. She might be a little more comfortable sitting in a bar these days, but that doesn't mean she has to be comfortable with every single aspect of it.

Now, the question becomes one of trying to figure out what she can order.

(26 months and counting.)


[ tiny tags: dani reese, moist von lipwig ]

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[shortofcrazy]

Riley left a note at the bar a little while ago (it said: Hey! I'm here if you are. -Riley. It was not the most eloquent note). While waiting for an answer to said note, he is sitting at the bar with a basket of french fries. It's all pretty normal, especially by Milliways's standards (that ... dude [dude? lady? person?] who passed by a few minutes ago notwithstanding). Food, a bar, and a guy wearing jeans, a hoodie, a jacket, and sneakers, sitting on a barstool.

It was a pretty normal scene right up until Riley started paying attention to the show playing on the TV set, anyway.

There -- there are a whole lot of tentacles involved.



His mouth is currently hanging open, a french fry poised halfway there.

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[doyousmellfudge_archive]

Out of Milliways: "Thomas Edison, Nikola Tesla, and M.C. Escher."

Spoilers for Warehouse 13 Episode 1x04, "Magnetism."

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: In the House of Arch, Tom realizes something is not as he expected it to be. He and Door are okay with this, it turns out.

First Entrance!

[seigaku-no-neko.livejournal.com]

[Before he came in…]

A young man with red hair bursts into the bar. A cloud of dust hovers around his tennis shoes, and the room behind him is dark-- a stark contrast with his bright white-and-blue tennis uniform.

"Huh? This isn't outside!"

Kikumaru Eiji has never seen a place like this before. It looks like a weird old-fashioned cafe or something. He rubs his eyes. Maybe he's dreaming. Or maybe today's practice wore him out more than he thought it had.

[Tiny Tags: Kikumaru Eiji, Moist von Lipwig, Jordan Kennedy]

[OOC: Open 'til it scrolls! ^^]