milliways_bar | Sep. 20th, 2010

Sep. 20th, 2010

The Nitathil's entry is rather dramatic. It is a surprise to him, as much as it is to anyone else, particularly given the clothes he is currently wearing are definitely not the clothes he was wearing when he went for the door!

For one thing, his new outfit is gaudy to the point of ostentation. While Zaknafein had been given a relatively simple outfit, Naitachal had been given one that was dripping with lace, cravat and all, with shiny gold embroidery and buttons all over the place and with the coat in a brilliant shade of vermillion.

And that's not even counting the hat. It was a strange yet disturbingly attractive cross between a traditional pirate hat, and a sultan's befeathered turban. And scarlet, to boot.

...It probably says a lot about the Nitathil's hidden peacock tendencies, that he took the time to examine himself, and then grinned and asked the Bar eagerly, "Can I keep this?!"

Zaknafein was quite surprised this morning to find himself in a set of clothing he knows very well is not his. For one thing, he's never even thought of wearing anything in this style before. The drow's currently wearing a red silk shirt with loose sleeves over black breeches, a long, black coat with many silvery buttons, ornately embroidered in silver down the front and around the large cuffs. Knee-high leather boots with tops turned down.

There was a hat, but it was so plumed, that it reminded him of his friend, Jarlaxle. It's currently laying next to a bottle of wine on the table he's chosen to sit at. The person he met earlier has told him it is the clothing of a 'pirate'. Zak's still getting used to the idea, but the new clothes are not bad.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

There's a sound like the THX Sound in reverse and a little (5'2", if you include his ear-tennae) yellow-and-chrome mech strolls out of the cunningly concealed elevator to the garage. Bumblebee is apparently in a good mood, and a multicultural one to boot: he's playing what sounds like Jonsi over his speakers. Bar gives him a drink anyway, and he goes to look for a spot to sit and extend a tube into the fuel supply. (No mouth, what can you do.)

It's a good day.

pattersongs

Some people on board the Normandy are entirely too good at Skyllian Five for Mordin's liking.

"Laksoy," he says firmly to Bar, tapping his credit chit against the surface. "Neat. Keep it coming."

One fuming hyperintelligent space newt and his alcohol, coming right up.

[tinytag: Mordin Solus]

quarter_winnebago

Brock has discovered the dart board. This is not to say that he is throwing darts at it, though.

No. His Bowie knife is far more manly than darts. He lobs it at the board, and it hits with enough force to knock chunks from its surface.

It hits just outside of the bullseye, and Brock grunts angrily. He's getting out of practise.

Fake Tags: Brock Samson

aaaaaaaagh_sky

[Out of Milliways: "And if we have trouble, you should be able to seek out your mole-people friends..."]

It's not often that Ellen has trouble with the doors to Milliways. Usually she can open anything, even a half-rusted gate in a two-hundred-year-old chain link fence, and have it come to the bar if she needs it to. This time didn't work quite like that and it really hasn't made her happy at all, especially since the time between 'enter the Metro station in search of a door' and 'find a door that actually works' was punctuated by 'get jumped by an encampment of unusually organized raiders and their army of mole rats, seriously, what the hell'. But at least she got as far as 'find a door that actually works'.

"Um. Could I maybe get some medical assistance please?" she says, doing her best to wipe at her face. When your hand is still encased in the same power armor you used to fight for your life a few minutes ago, though, this is not a good way to improve anything. ”Oh gross.”

[OOC: Not plotlocked, but if your pup is one of the pups that expressed interest in an upcoming battle with mutants in Ellen's world, this would be a good place for you to tag in. If not, feel free to tag anyway! It's all good. Also, Fake Tag: Ellen Park]

doesntsaymuch

Teller’s found a new way to spend the mornings, it seems. After dropping off his mail with Bar for safe-keeping, he wanders around with several boxes of doughnuts, offering them to anyone who so much glances in his direction.

Come on, everyone likes doughnuts, right?

Okay, so he might be trying to buy his way onto your good side. But he’s willing to bet that it will be successful, if even just temporarily.

Fake Tags: Teller

janebecomes

The last time that Jane was in Milliways, she has a rather worrying encounter with Edward Cullen, so this time, she is prepared. She has some letters to write; to her sister, to Tom and to Alice.

It doesn't take too long to find a seat by the fire with a helpful table for her papers and her tea.

She sits and starts to write, sometimes frowning at words with her scissors at the ready if she needs to cut something out.

vance_prime

Out of Milliways:

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men...

diced_tartan

[OOM: Getting back to normal]

Nicholas is in a good mood today. He has plans with his girlfriend tonight, and Travis has been leaving him alone for the most part.

He's just finished up his morning jog and is ready to get cleaned up and fix some breakfast. Unlocking the front door to his flat, he steps inside and...

Nope. Gonna try that again, because he does not want to be at Milliways. He turns round to open the door again, only to find that it's suddenly very stuck.

"This is not happening," he mutters to himself. Still holding onto the handle, he pinches the bridge of his nose and focuses on his breathing exercises. Apparently, they're supposed to help keep him calm.

Fake Tags: Evil Chicken

tobeclosetohim

"You keep doin' this, I'm gonna start thinking you like me again."

Jo ran a hand down the wood as it shifted shades.
"Go on and sleep, already. I've got this."

About a minute later, she put the board up reading:

Specials
Killer Kool-Aid
Coffee Nudge
Jet Black

"Happy hour. Come and get it."

fowl_beast

There is no rhyme or reason for it. None at all.

Evil Chicken and Lateri are at the bar observing people that come in and go out. Evil Chicken has to give the bar and its patrons another chance, right? He owes it that for giving him a safe place to roost, at least.

Fake Tag: Evil.Chicken

never_misses

It may be getting dark out, but Sam sees no reason not to indulge in a bit of target practice anyway. He can see the targets well enough to get by, and the nice thing about a gift like his is he can be fairly certain, in a non-combat situation, of where his knives are going to end up.
(Of course, it also helps that Arcie's not hanging around and stealing the things when he thinks Sam's not paying attention.)
he's not avoiding conversation, per se, but the narration doesn't recommend sneaking up on him. Just in case.

thursdays_angel

[OOM: If angels played with model cars.]

Castiel has been keeping himself busy.

The smell of motor oil surrounding him, the smudges on his cuffs, and the greasy metal part he’s carrying give some indication as to how.

Castiel settles in at the bar, still frowning at the left over piece. He is a little irritated to have been left with a remnant. But overall he is satisfied with the experience. He feels he even improved upon the car’s condition.

The doors, which had been stuck tight, even open now.

bloodyadorkable.livejournal.com

Life has been... complicated lately.

The man who makes his way into the bar this evening is rather plain in appearance, pale and dark-haired. He has the sort of permanently concerned and vaguely worried expression that one might expect from someone who's not only used to getting the short end of the stick, but who's used to life taking that stick and beating him with it. His arms are full of books, and one of them topples off of the stack when he comes to an abrupt halt just inside the doorway.

He had been on his way to the library. Either the entire room has somehow been moved, or something else has gone horrifically wrong with his life. Experience suggests the latter.

"H-Hello?"

[tiny tag: Jowan]

fiery_ring

Carlotta has been at the bar, having a ginger beer and reading a book.

And then she stood up to discover that some silly bugger has left glue on the barstool, and as a result, her skirt is now stuck to it.

She glares around the bar, looking for a guilty prankster, then starts trying to slowly pull it off without ripping the skirt or looking like an idiot.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate did a light practice out back this morning. Hard to believe it was feeling cooler out there already. She had missed so much of the summer. It had involved some katas and stretching, plus a jog around the lake. A shower and change later, she was in the bar again with her cello. She tuned the instrument for a few minutes, adjusting some of the strings.

She then started to play a version of a piece familiar to anybody who had seen a certain Baz Luhrmann movie.

Current Music: Moulin Rouge - Come What May

baptizemyself

[OOM: Supply and Demand - Huntress makes good on her promise to Renee Montoya.

OOM: Inside Job - She gets by with a little help from her friends in the JLA.

OOM: Approved? - The Batfamily reunion.

OOM: The Trust - Face/Off.

The Territories of No Man's Land.]

The past few months have been hard on Huntress. She's been operating on little sleep and even less food, which has taken it's toll on her body, and recent events are weighing heavily on her mind so it's with relief, rather than distrust, that she finds herself in the bar tonight.

Tired, hungry and more than just a little bit grimy she takes a seat at the bar and orders herself some food.

visible_sariel

The door opens, and someone with curly hair steps halfway through.

That someone then stops.

Blinks.

Glances from doorway to bar interior to wall panel, looking somewhere between puzzled and bemused, shrugs and slips inside. Better for the bar to turn up in her quarters after a shift than, say, before one.

For Sariel, it's been ten days since the end of the multiverse showed itself. Darn that pesky time difference.

Someone clue her in? She's over by the fireplace, customary mug held in both hands. Anyone getting near might well smell ginger. Mmm, tea.

((OOC: Sporadic slowtime warnings apply, because sleepiness tends to leap up and snag one. Open forever and a day, though.))