milliways_bar | Mar. 29th, 2012

Mar. 29th, 2012

themidnightson

[OOM:

Edward:

I am upstairs with Meg who is currently ill.

]

boston_bruiser

As they say, curiosity killed the cat.

But since Voodoo is not in the least feline-like, all his curiosity does is put him in possession of a strange new device.

That might kill him. Might not. Time will tell.

CURRENT pointPhocidae [CPP] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD

CPP: Hello?
CPP: This thing on?
CPP: Okay, this button doesn't do shit, this button doesn't do shit - wait a minute...
CPP: pointPhocid- oh yeah, real funny. Whatever the fuck you are.

[OOC: The boy's done got hisself a T-Minus device. Go nuts. Hex color is #C7A317 for now.]

electro_kinetic

So. There's this thing that happens when you basically function as an electrical conduit that ends up seriously messing with your tastes in the kitchen--namely, halfway shorting out your control gloves by trying to fix the toaster. This generally results in having to do some repair work on your wearable tech unless you want to have the ability to electrocute everyone in the nearest fifty foot radius (and Noriko doesn't).

Thus, we have Exhibit A, which is one hassled-looking Noriko depositing a dented and thoroughly fried small appliance on the Bar's surface. "Can I get a replacement of this? And a whole lot of annealed copper-silver wire--ASTM C100140 works really well. Oh, and a dead car battery."

Beat.

"Yeah, it needs to be dead. And yeah, I know it's expensive. I'll get back to you on that part when I get a paycheck." She accepts the given materials, though, and makes her way to a table, where she proceeds to start taking apart her gauntlets, after hooking her arm to the battery, situated on the floor between her boots. This should be fun.

cbucsrule

The door's still not opening. He'd be a little less resigned to it if this place didn't have a few perks. Does he want to get back to his people outside? Frak yeah, he sure does. The thought of them standing there suspended in time while he's here frakking around? It doesn't sit well. Doesn't seem the least bit fair, not that life is.

Does he want to stay here for another game of one-on-one with a Viper pilot? Now that thought puts a sly little smile on his face. First thing here he wouldn't mind sticking around just to repeat, considering how much fun they ended up having. In fact, he leaves a note for her with the bar, 'cause enough people told him that's the way things work around here. Short, sweet, and to the point: Hey, Kara. Round two? You're going down. Again. --Sam

She can take that however she wants, and he hopes she does. If she gets the note, that is. If not, what's a little wasted innuendo between... friends?

With a bottle of water, a pad of paper, and a pencil in tow, he sits his ass down at a nearby table. If there's one thing he knows he can do to stay busy, it's sketch out plans for a pyramid court. Whether or not that ever comes to pass here doesn't really matter. He can mix it up with anyone, anywhere, any time, with or without a court. It's just... it's just a good thing to be doing, for so many reasons. His own sanity's at the top of that list 'cause this place? He still doesn't get it. He might never really get it.

runbeforewalk

"--nother thing," the well-dressed man stepping through the door is saying, over his shoulder. "Like it or not, Potts, you're--"

He turns to face forward.

"--in it to win it. Very funny, Jarvis; what's with all the--" He runs several fingers across the back of a chair. His hand doesn't pass through it. "--Holographic representations.

"Well now." He lowers his yellow sunglasses to the end of his nose and peers over them. "Someone or something is very determined not to let me finish a sentence."

Tony Stark pulls his sunglasses off all the way and stands in the middle of the bar. His suit is crisp and pressed and black, the jacket thrown over his shoulder, tie loosened, and shirt sleeves messily rolled up to the elbows. He doesn't look particularly concerned with this turn of events.

"Hm," he says, almost brightly. He looks around. "Interesting."

[OOC: In a moment, Pepper will be standing there as well. Two happy muns, two characters; if you want both or just Pepper, say so, otherwise just Tony will be replying! These are not the same Tony and Pepper who have been to Milliways before; feel free to have your character recognize them, but there won't be return recognition, and please don't tell them about their futures.]

[OOC #2: We're at critical mass and are closing the post to new threads, please; both Tony and Pepper will be around again soon. :D]

[tiny tag: tony stark, boyd crowder, aphrodite]

queenofmay

Marian has been stuck here weeks now. Longer than normal. She can feel it. Has counted it. The Door is keeping her longer than normal. With her father still jailed the otherside. 'Restless' does not begin to cover it.

One Lady, at the archery range,

Firing off arrows about as fast as she can reach for them.

heartofthedream

Redhead, laying in the grass, on her side.

Head propped up by one hand, on one cheek.

She's staring at the lake. But it's anyones guess what she's looking at.

oldjunglesaying

It is nighttime in the Skull Cave, and Guran has finally left Kit alone for the night. "'Goodnight, Ghost-Who-Walks'," Kit mocks kindly as he walks from his library to his bedroom --

-- and through to Milliways.

"Oh. This place again."

[tags: kit walker]

paragonsoldier

The good news: Shepard is not going to be court-martialled. The bad news: she's pretty much grounded for life. She's not allowed off-base, let alone off-planet.

Although she's technically still a Spectre, Shepard knows she can't count on the Citadel Council to intervene on her behalf. They're probably relieved to have her out of the way.

So a very gloomy Shepard is at the Bar nursing a Serrice ice brandy. You can practically see the little black cloud hanging over her head.

knightoflight

There's a sign, in a careful, laborious script--the kind of writing that says one is copying without knowing exactly what he's saying. This shift is brought to you only after a very long consultation with Bar, who had helpfully provided the translation, which may or may not be accurate to Wing's intent.

Today's Specials

are unlikely to be correctly made
unless you are Cybertronian.

10% discount for every error in color, texture or flavor.

Gratuity highly unlikely.

Wing looks at the sign, giving a satisfied little nod The lettering is at least neat and that's a start. He pauses, then bends forward, drawing a little smiley face next to the last cluster of letters. There. That's better.

((ooc: please feel free to have Wing err in your drink order in any harmless way (don't make it poisonous or anything O_O) or stunningly get it right!))

not_his_pa

His father's back in Milliways and William's had time to go back to Arizona, introduce Horus to his family and see that everything's well there.

Milliways finds him in the midst of his evening chores with Horus asleep in his jacket pocket, once he's sure that Mark's inside, he goes through the stall door to the Bar.

He smiles and goes through to find a comfortable chair by the fire and starting the new dime novel he found about a detective in Canada by the fire.

Tiny tag: Antinoos

hadyougoing

[Out of Milliways:

your actions will follow you full circle round
the higher the leap, i said
the harder the ground]

herald_to_be

Tom and Door told her about the destruction of Milliways. She was too sad to even think about it for quite some time. All the places there, all the people, Mr. Julia... just gone? Like that? Tom said he removed the painting and broke the portal just in the knick of time.

It's more difficult without the bar to act as a go-between from Haven to London Below. She's not a strong enough opener to open a door all the way to the House of Arch by herself.

That's why one afternoon, when she has no more duties or lessons for a while, Ingress stands in the clearing where she and Megwyn have always accessed the bar. She puts her hand on the stone wall and reaches out, her eyes closed, to find the door to Milliways. If it's truly gone, there won't be a door.

But if it's still there...

:: I know I can do it, Megwyn.::

::Chosen, I'm not sure if this is the best of ideas.::

And that's when Ingress finds the door and opens... into Milliways!

She steps through and laughs.

"I knew it was still here! I knew it!"

OOC: Slowtimes ahoy...

thefirststark

Howard's got a big stack of newspapers. From New York, Los Angeles, Washington, Detroit. It took a lot of effort to get that many newspapers sent across the pond, but it was worth it.

Ask nicely, and he might share the comics. Or the sports pages. But he gets to read the business pages first.

tesla_bot

[OOM: Some days it's good to be the boss.]

Robo does not have a small package, or even a single filing cabinet of paperwork.

He has no paperwork at all.

He does have a roll of paper two feet tall and five inches across and a stack of text books on radio but that is not paperwork.

Feel free to catch him before or after he drops the load off with Bar.

52_dropoff

[OOM: A visit to Sallie's quarters brings news for both Sallie and Charlie.]

mr_gaeta

The thirst sneaks up on him, eeling and flickering between tiny gaps in the pain until it's wormed up to his throat: rough, papery, too difficult to ignore. His voice cracks, and at first he doesn't mind the discomfort. It's another distraction. He'll take it.

Soon, though, it escalates to where he can't think about much else but water. Just one glass of it and he'll be fine. Cottle wouldn't object; there's even a small pitcher close to his bedside that he can grab once he pushes himself up.

His IV line keeps getting in the way. Distracted, singleminded, Gaeta unhooks it so he can stretch his arm a little further. His fingers almost brush it -- nearly there --

When he overbalances and falls off his bed, tumbling through the surrounding curtains, he hits the wooden floor of Milliways instead of the metal plating of Galactica's sickbay. Gaeta cries out, half-strangled by pain; he tries to push himself up again, and can't.

[Plotlocked! There will be an open EP tomorrow.]

stilljustandrew

Two figures emerge from the corridor that leads to the Security Office, moving slowly. It's Ava Wilson and Andrew Wells; they seem tired, or stiff, or dizzy, or possibly all three.

Wait.

Make that three figures. Sort of.

Perched on Andrew's shoulder, alert and looking around, is a familiar arachnoid shape.

[Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both!]

redefinevictory

[OoM:
'Cause I've drawn regret
from the truth
of a thousand lies

timed to a few days after this
contains: self-harm, aftermath of a magically-induced non-consensual relationship]

notinthebook

[OOM: In Room 15, Michael and Emma deal with their respective bad days in a completely reasonable, productive, adult manner that totally does not involve getting hammered and hooking up.

...Wait, no, that's not right.]

[Tiny Tag: Emma Swan]