milliways_bar | Sep. 21st, 2010

Sep. 21st, 2010

[OOM: Unveiling the Oo-Ray.]

Rusty walks through the door, popping several small tablets in his mouth before making his way to the Bar. The trip to New York hadn't been a complete bust (he did manage a huge government contract out of it), but he swears this is the last time he takes those boys anywhere.

"Sam in a Sweater," Rusty says to the non-existent bartender. "And keep 'em coming."

There's a long pause before a napkin appears, accusing Rusty of having made that up just now.

"I damn well didn't," he insists. "You take 2 parts vodka, mix in some triple-sec, diet Cherry Dr. Pepper and a touch of cream and blend it with ice. Teeny umbrella garnish is optional. Do you have any curly straws at least?"

Another long pause before the 'drink' shows up on the Bar, along with another napkin, which still accuses him of making that up.

[ooc: warnings for lots of images in the OOM. Idea was blatantly stolen Helena's OOM.]

Fake tag: Brock Samson

notamagician

[OOM: Closing Shop]

One over-sized juggler in the bar today. He's a little tired from having just packed up an entire shop's worth of magic props into cardboard boxes, and then moving half of those boxes upstairs to room 21.

Right now, he's found the sofas by the fire place. He's absently messing around with a decently-sized knife with one hand while he simultaneously reads a skin magazine and listens to his Walkman.

He's probably botherable, if you can get his attention.

Fake Tags: Penn, Teller

frmthebeginning.livejournal.com

There is a Detroit Detective in the bar reading comics.

While the bar does not have batman (it takes him a minute to remember and half a second to get over it. Hell, why NOT SEE IF THE ACTUAL BATMAN SHOWS UP?) They have supplied generic 1950s pulp magazines that are utterly hilarious.

Here's hoping "Captain Neutrino-Blast doesn't decide to walk in off the interdimensional highway.

As he does this, he occasionally reads another clipping. This one is a Detroit Paper. He's on the cover. It says "LOCAL COP SAVES SWAT LIVES" in big letters.

It's one of his favorite articles about himself. Give it enough time and he'll tell you about it.

Comics and a cop. Pretty well covers it.

hecu_marine

Back home, it's Christmas. More specifically, it's a really good Christmas. Adrian Shephard hasn't had one of those in a while, what with difficulty getting leave from Santego way back when Santego still existed and then the whole thing with the aliens and all. So he's been in a good mood for a good while now.

He didn't particularly mean to come to the Bar when he opened the third door from the left in the Rowlesburg men's room, which is why the door closes abruptly. When it opens again he's back, but he's got a hunk of wood with him- a split log that looks like it's maybe one-quarter of a tree trunk, and nearly as long as he is tall. It's still got the bark on, so he's going to go settle himself down near the fire and work on carefully getting that off. Something to do in his down time without bothering the folks back home with a whole lot of dust and splinters. He'll clean up when he's done, we promise.

acts_of_gord

Shephard isn't the only one who had a good Christmas back home. Gordon's spent most of the day mingling with people and trying very hard to get over the fact that he's generally about as good with crowds as a mildly confused mackerel. He's getting better, but after a long day of celebrations and discoveries he could use some time to relax. There'll be planning and strategizing and getting back into gear tomorrow, and worrying about the Greenbrier possibility, but for now he'd like to sit and think.

... this was supposed to be the entrance to Dan Shephard's house. Oh well. A chair and a cup of something hot is kind of universal, so he'll deal.

Oh, and one more thing. As per a request made back home, he's wearing one of his Christmas gifts today. It's a hat. A hand-knitted, undyed hat with a pompom and earflaps and all. His niece made it, and he promised he'd wear it, so... yeah.

doyousmellfudge_archive

Certain times of year are busier than others, in the Warehouse. Not necessarily holidays, as one might expect. Oh, sure, there tends to be a spike in Artifact activity around Halloween, Christmas, and a few saints' days--but there's also one when Mercury is in retrograde, and when the third moon of Saturn is aligned with the Vermillion Bird of the South. More predictable, however, is the subcategory of Artifacts that react on the summer solstice, the winter solstice, and/or both equinoxes. (Artifacts that only react on one equinox are incredibly rare, for some reason.)

The autumnal equinox is tomorrow, and the denizens of Warehouse 13 are preparing. While Pete and Myka double-check everything in Greenwich Sector, Artie and Claudia are working to get as much paperwork done as humanly possible, so that they won't be distracted from whatever happens tomorrow. For Artie, that includes doing his regular Milliways check. So here he is.

[Open until it scrolls. Tinytag: Teller]

g00d_d0ggie

Somebody else had a merry Christmas today.

Not only does D0G have a brand new left arm (constructed from the legs, neck, jaw, and various internal bits of a half-dozen Giddyup Buttercup robots), but he's gotten his favorite playmate back. And now, thanks to some scavenged hoverthrusters that Alyx finally got working, said playmate can fly.

D0G and Skitch are having a merry romp in on the lawn by the lake, the smaller bot darting around like a hummingbird and the larger leaping playfully to catch him. Alyx watches them both from a conveniently placed park bench, a fond smile on her face.

Any or all of them may be bothered.

[Open until it scrolls!]

bestinbusiness.livejournal.com

There is a former (retired, somewhat, okay, MAYBE) thief in the bar reading a child rearing book.

For all that he missed his son and daughter, honestly, taking care of them had been Mal's thing.

Since Mal is here and apparently alive he hasn't felt the need to leave again (given that the door is apparently in their bathroom which makes taking showers a little awkward thank you so much) He's making due.

However. There is nothing in this book about what to do if your kid wanders into an interdimensional bar.

Also, it seems to be written in either a dead language or a language that doesn't exist yet.

This could be a problem.

[parent!tag: Dominic Cobb]

alertcommando

Tanya has some peculiar ways of dealing with a bad mood: one of them, is the care and use of her guns. Another is alcohol.

So, that's why she is by the firing range with a skeet launcher, a stack of clay disks and a few boxes of spare ammo for her pistols. There is something very relaxing about doing what you are amazingly good at, like hitting targets without having to look at them.

After the first dozen or so disks turned to dust by absolutely precise shots, she will be very much botherable.

The drinking might happen later.

pullsneedles

[OOM: Bedtime Story]

fanofthegenre

Beckett is absolutely not smiling on her way into the Bar tonight.

(Except for the part where she sort of is.)

It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that she's just successfully put the finishing touches on wrapping up the counterfeiting case (and whether or not she figured it out before Castle, she'll never tell) or the recent advertising for Castle's new book that, disturbingly enough, seems to follow her around the city wherever she goes. (There were a few moments where she'd considered using one of his cardboard cutouts for target practice.)

And it certainly doesn't have anything to do with the return of her partner - which Beckett grudgingly allowed, if anyone asks.

She closes her door behind herself, getting a break from the world she knows, and finally, slowly, exhales.

claudiometer

Before anyone (and by 'anyone,' we mean 'Artie') asks, Claudia is actually working, at the moment. On Warehouse business, even! Hey, if it's paperwork, and the goal is to get as much of it done before tomorrow as possible, why not take advantage of the time distortion?
She's got the better part of a table covered in papers. Someone might want to ask if she's eaten lately.

will_scarlett

Words are difficult, whether writing them or reading them, words aren't easy for Will. He's always been better at doing things, stealing or fighting, that's what comes easiest.

Yet Kate is from a world of words and Will's feeling very aware of it, because he doesn't have the right words to explain why he's so worried.

When he asked Bar for help, she gave him a book of ballads and poetry, the ballads are familiar, its strange to see them written, but these are the stories he knows. The poetry makes him think of Belle and miss her, she would have some advice about how to put things back together.

Every once in a while, he looks up to sip his wine and watch the Bar, reading isn't easy and might never be for him, so resting helps.

thinksincurves.livejournal.com

The door opens letting in a beam of sunlight freshly risen on the beginnings of a new day. It's rose colored with hints of gold splashed through it. The man who shuffled into the bar is hunched over, his face scared and burned badly by an iron brand. He wore a collar around his neck and tattered, but clean clothes. His leg dragged behind him in a slow limp.

As soon as he saw where he was, as it wasn't where he thought he would be, the vacant look left his eyes and they sharpened, glancing about with wary soldier's intelligence. For a brief moment, his hand reached down as if to grasp a sword that wasn't there.

Dark eyes took in everything as he waited, trying to decide what to do.

Tiny Tag: Fade