Mar. 10th, 2012
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the_less_perfect[Pre-Milliways: "Gajari wishes to see you," were not the words Leo wanted to hear.]
The young man who walks into the bar was rather expecting somewhere where he could wash the blood off his face, not a bar.
Said blood is dried in streaks down from his eyes, across his cheeks and overlapping his mouth, although the eyes the blood must have come from are completely intact and even healthy.
Leo, for his part, looks more bewildered than anything. These are meant to be his new quarters. He wasn't sure what he was expecting for the Tribune's quarters, but it wasn't a large bar-cafe, that was for sure.
The young man who walks into the bar was rather expecting somewhere where he could wash the blood off his face, not a bar.
Said blood is dried in streaks down from his eyes, across his cheeks and overlapping his mouth, although the eyes the blood must have come from are completely intact and even healthy.
Leo, for his part, looks more bewildered than anything. These are meant to be his new quarters. He wasn't sure what he was expecting for the Tribune's quarters, but it wasn't a large bar-cafe, that was for sure.
mightbeawizardBetween texting her sister - Where is my old prom dress? I need it for my stupid job - and balancing her third coffee in the other hand, April is not giving very much attention to where she's going.
The parking lot of Pawnee City Hall seems a lot more crowded than normal, though - so she looks up.
She has about thirty seconds before throwing her coffee at a waitrat.
The parking lot of Pawnee City Hall seems a lot more crowded than normal, though - so she looks up.
She has about thirty seconds before throwing her coffee at a waitrat.
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Mar. 10th, 2012 05:07 pmthe_seafarerThere is nothing quite like a nice hot cup of tea when one has been outside in what is still somewhat brisk weather, particularly when that time outside has been spent exercising, grooming, and feeding a horse that still (and will always, Caspian begins to suspect) seems to have just as much liking to nibble on one's hair as its feed.
So Caspian, sitting at a table with a pot of tea steaming nearby, looks decidedly rumpled, but somewhat better yet than he had the night of his arrival.
That may be down to the persistent ministrations and reminders of a certain Wise little sister, but that is neither here nor there, surely.
So Caspian, sitting at a table with a pot of tea steaming nearby, looks decidedly rumpled, but somewhat better yet than he had the night of his arrival.
That may be down to the persistent ministrations and reminders of a certain Wise little sister, but that is neither here nor there, surely.
Happy Hour
Mar. 10th, 2012 06:48 pmpeerless_thayetIt is late in Tortall when Thayet takes her leave of the evening's entertainment. The visiting Tyrans stand and make their bows, again gushing praise over the banquet and her company, and as soon as she has left she knows they will put their heads together and discuss what is on everyone's mind: the Tortallan diplomatic delegation bound for Carthak. The Tyrans have their own stake in the matter, of course.
Thayet is weary, but she doesn't return to her chambers just yet. Summer heat has settled on the city and she wants some time on her favorite balcony overlooking the gardens; what she gets instead is Milliways. Looking down at her gown, feeling the weight of the crown upon her head, she does an abrupt turn and leaves, re-entering some time later in her usual Riders' uniform of simple but well-made breeches and shirt, her long dark hair gathered at the back. If she wishes to be just Thayet for a while and not Queen Thayet of Tortall, she intends to dress the part.
Bar welcomes her with a note, a cup of tea and a request.
"Certainly," says Thayet in a much warmer tone than she has used elsewhere tonight. "I'd consider it an honor. And fun besides," is added in a conspiratorial whisper. "Rest well."
Something terrible has happened here, Thayet knows, and she isn't going to back down from a chance to help. The specials board is a bit... light on specials, but the bartender looks cheerful and willing to learn.
Tonight's Specials
Ale
Wine
Tea or coffee
Lemon cake with a divine whipped topping
What'll it be?
[OOC: Oh my goodness I love all of you, but I am about to fall over. Slowtime all around, I hope? Thanks for the threads!]
Thayet is weary, but she doesn't return to her chambers just yet. Summer heat has settled on the city and she wants some time on her favorite balcony overlooking the gardens; what she gets instead is Milliways. Looking down at her gown, feeling the weight of the crown upon her head, she does an abrupt turn and leaves, re-entering some time later in her usual Riders' uniform of simple but well-made breeches and shirt, her long dark hair gathered at the back. If she wishes to be just Thayet for a while and not Queen Thayet of Tortall, she intends to dress the part.
Bar welcomes her with a note, a cup of tea and a request.
"Certainly," says Thayet in a much warmer tone than she has used elsewhere tonight. "I'd consider it an honor. And fun besides," is added in a conspiratorial whisper. "Rest well."
Something terrible has happened here, Thayet knows, and she isn't going to back down from a chance to help. The specials board is a bit... light on specials, but the bartender looks cheerful and willing to learn.
Ale
Wine
Tea or coffee
Lemon cake with a divine whipped topping
What'll it be?
[OOC: Oh my goodness I love all of you, but I am about to fall over. Slowtime all around, I hope? Thanks for the threads!]
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Mar. 10th, 2012 06:57 pmantivan_rogueEveryone's heard this one before: an elf walks into a bar...
It is a joke with, as they say, very little class and as such does not bear repeating. He steps in, dusts off his armor, looks around, and shrugs.
Ferelden is a very strange country indeed. But, this is of little concern to him. The room is ripe for conversation, pockets ripe for picking, and drinks ripe for consuming. Where is the harm in any of these things? It makes for a thirsty day's work, almost getting killed over and over, and even assassins (and especially those sworn to serve their former enemies) deserve their fun.
It might take a moment or two before he appreciates that this is not, in fact, the tavern he was expecting.
[OOC: Rebooted character, different player. If you have questions, see this post.]
It is a joke with, as they say, very little class and as such does not bear repeating. He steps in, dusts off his armor, looks around, and shrugs.
Ferelden is a very strange country indeed. But, this is of little concern to him. The room is ripe for conversation, pockets ripe for picking, and drinks ripe for consuming. Where is the harm in any of these things? It makes for a thirsty day's work, almost getting killed over and over, and even assassins (and especially those sworn to serve their former enemies) deserve their fun.
It might take a moment or two before he appreciates that this is not, in fact, the tavern he was expecting.
[OOC: Rebooted character, different player. If you have questions, see this post.]
another first ep.
Mar. 10th, 2012 07:14 pmaboutrightAgent Lee's been having a difficult couple of days.
He lost his partner - his family, really - to something so weird, so unbelievable, he still isn't sure how to ... digest it all.
Only a couple hours after, he was introduced to Doctor Walter Bishop, mad scientist. (Well, he fits the profile, almost to a 'T': unkempt hair, wild look in his eyes, babbling about any and all sorts of random things, lab coat with weird stains - yeah.)
Then there's Olivia Dunham, who is really the only person he can talk to about it, and he trusts her, but he's not even sure where to begin.
But this is (was) his partner.
And all he wants is answers.
(Of course, don't they all?)
To top everything else off, after being given special clearance into a division called 'Fringe' ... he was introduced to a second Olivia, this one with red hair.
And he saw a zeppelin flying overhead.
It's hard to wrap his head around it.
So the last thing he needs is to think he's headed home, only to find himself in ... what is clearly a bar.
He blinks, rubs his face.
"Okay," he says. "What the hell is going on here?"
tiny!tags: lincoln lee, charles xavier
He lost his partner - his family, really - to something so weird, so unbelievable, he still isn't sure how to ... digest it all.
Only a couple hours after, he was introduced to Doctor Walter Bishop, mad scientist. (Well, he fits the profile, almost to a 'T': unkempt hair, wild look in his eyes, babbling about any and all sorts of random things, lab coat with weird stains - yeah.)
Then there's Olivia Dunham, who is really the only person he can talk to about it, and he trusts her, but he's not even sure where to begin.
But this is (was) his partner.
And all he wants is answers.
(Of course, don't they all?)
To top everything else off, after being given special clearance into a division called 'Fringe' ... he was introduced to a second Olivia, this one with red hair.
And he saw a zeppelin flying overhead.
It's hard to wrap his head around it.
So the last thing he needs is to think he's headed home, only to find himself in ... what is clearly a bar.
He blinks, rubs his face.
"Okay," he says. "What the hell is going on here?"
tiny!tags: lincoln lee, charles xavier
kaabiiThe door opens just a touch, and closes silently. Did you happen to see what it was opening for? Not if you were looking up. You would've missed the little, round, pink creature that slipped through the entrance and stopped, staring at all the tall things surrounding him. They really are quite huge! He's never been around so many large things at once. It's odd, though: they remind him of his friend, Adeline...if she grew into a giant, that is.
Cautiously, the pink creature advances into the bar, holding to his mouth one of the pink nubs that must be his hands. Or arms. Or maybe they're both? It doesn't occur to him to ask any of these giants where he is. He's not sure they can hear him. There's also something distracting him, a certain delicious smell...
The smell of the most mouth watering cake his eyes have ever seen! Way up high on that counter above his head! Like it was waiting for him! The pink creature stands, enthralled, for several moments, before he realizes something very important: that cake is not going to get in his belly if he just stares at it.
So he jumps, breathes in a puff of air and floats to the top of the counter. Then, positioned next to the cake, he opens his mouth wide.
...your drinks and food might've gotten caught up in the resulting vortex. Whoops?
Cautiously, the pink creature advances into the bar, holding to his mouth one of the pink nubs that must be his hands. Or arms. Or maybe they're both? It doesn't occur to him to ask any of these giants where he is. He's not sure they can hear him. There's also something distracting him, a certain delicious smell...
The smell of the most mouth watering cake his eyes have ever seen! Way up high on that counter above his head! Like it was waiting for him! The pink creature stands, enthralled, for several moments, before he realizes something very important: that cake is not going to get in his belly if he just stares at it.
So he jumps, breathes in a puff of air and floats to the top of the counter. Then, positioned next to the cake, he opens his mouth wide.
...your drinks and food might've gotten caught up in the resulting vortex. Whoops?
First Entry
Mar. 10th, 2012 08:41 pmno_mere_marbleThere is a young man in the bar today who hasn't been here before. He's slipped in quietly, the way he tends to, hardly standing out in his short classical chiton.
Antinoos only knows that he's found a tavern near the port in Alexandria where the patrons are even more hodgepodge and the decorations are even more garish than usual in such places. And that nobody points their finger at him here and whispers to their neighbours, the way you do when you recognise celebrities, but instead simply leave him alone.
He orders a cup of wine, curls up on one of the couches by the fire, and simply relaxes. It's good to be invisible for once.
Antinoos only knows that he's found a tavern near the port in Alexandria where the patrons are even more hodgepodge and the decorations are even more garish than usual in such places. And that nobody points their finger at him here and whispers to their neighbours, the way you do when you recognise celebrities, but instead simply leave him alone.
He orders a cup of wine, curls up on one of the couches by the fire, and simply relaxes. It's good to be invisible for once.
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Mar. 10th, 2012 09:05 pmgavemea_45Dean's changing the oil on the Impala. Sam should be in the motel room, working on gathering more background information for their next case.
He can't make himself sit still long enough to focus.
After the sixth circuit of the room, he throws his hands in the air and stalks through the door to Milliways instead.
At least there he can grab better coffee than the cheap vending machine crap, right?
He can't make himself sit still long enough to focus.
After the sixth circuit of the room, he throws his hands in the air and stalks through the door to Milliways instead.
At least there he can grab better coffee than the cheap vending machine crap, right?
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Mar. 10th, 2012 10:13 pmstilljustandrewHe isn't going to keep carrying around Baby's inert mobile forever. That'd just be morbid.
But he tried keeping it in his room upstairs, and that's worse somehow. It looks like a toy, sitting there. Like nothing that was ever really important.
So he's bringing it downstairs to try to find somewhere better to keep it. Maybe a shrine over the bar, like the memorial for Bernard and Tonks, if Bar herself wouldn't find that too painful. Or maybe in the Security office, in a storage closet there or something, so that if Baby ever -- if she ever does come back --
Right now Andrew's sitting by the fireplace, watching the fish swim in and out of the flames, with a mug of Irish coffee in his hand and a little metallic arachnoid in his lap.
Botherable.
But he tried keeping it in his room upstairs, and that's worse somehow. It looks like a toy, sitting there. Like nothing that was ever really important.
So he's bringing it downstairs to try to find somewhere better to keep it. Maybe a shrine over the bar, like the memorial for Bernard and Tonks, if Bar herself wouldn't find that too painful. Or maybe in the Security office, in a storage closet there or something, so that if Baby ever -- if she ever does come back --
Right now Andrew's sitting by the fireplace, watching the fish swim in and out of the flames, with a mug of Irish coffee in his hand and a little metallic arachnoid in his lap.
Botherable.
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Mar. 10th, 2012 10:22 pmlikesthecoatIanto Jones, coffee expert and defender of the Earth, is sitting at the Bar, enjoying not having to defend anything for a while.
He's thinking about the ripple effect, though. Wondering if the apocalypses (with a long E) that affected Milliways will somehow find their way to other worlds, as well.
His diary is open to record these musings, which mostly take the form of doodles right now.
He's thinking about the ripple effect, though. Wondering if the apocalypses (with a long E) that affected Milliways will somehow find their way to other worlds, as well.
His diary is open to record these musings, which mostly take the form of doodles right now.
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Mar. 10th, 2012 10:33 pmjack_inthegreenFunny, it's not solstice. Or even equinox.
So what is the Green Man doing in the bar, when it's not his usual time for visiting?
He's looking around like he's never seen it before. Or he hasn't seen it for a long, long time.
(Hint: he hasn't.)
It's changed. A lot. And so has he.
So what is the Green Man doing in the bar, when it's not his usual time for visiting?
He's looking around like he's never seen it before. Or he hasn't seen it for a long, long time.
(Hint: he hasn't.)
It's changed. A lot. And so has he.
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Mar. 10th, 2012 10:38 pmevilonthelooseSometimes, things change when you're not looking.
Sometimes, they change a lot.
How much? Well, let's say, ten years or something close to it.
Anyway, some people might recognize her, or not, but one way or another the short woman by the door did not expect to find a Bar when she turned the knob.
Not any bar, not this Bar.
Welcome back, Jordan Fitzgerald Kennedy.
Sometimes, they change a lot.
How much? Well, let's say, ten years or something close to it.
Anyway, some people might recognize her, or not, but one way or another the short woman by the door did not expect to find a Bar when she turned the knob.
Not any bar, not this Bar.
Welcome back, Jordan Fitzgerald Kennedy.
