milliways_bar | Apr. 18th, 2012

Apr. 18th, 2012

The Resistance is leaving for Rowlesburg in a matter of hours, if all goes as planned.

Of course, if there's one thing Alyx has learned over the years, it's that things almost never go as planned.

Case in point: D0G managed to fall into a ravine while on patrol and get his joints gummed up with debris. So he and Alyx have retreated to the garage with a drop cloth, a toolbox, several rags, a can of WD-40, and one Skitch to act as a gofer. Alyx is now in the process of disassembling her combat 'droid in order to clean his joints before they get any more damaged than they already are.

All in all, though, if this is the worst thing that goes wrong today, Alyx will count herself lucky.

thenewblack

[OOM: Games at home and away.]

Artemis has been fighting the war against the forces wire cutters.

Success has been... variable. She's been keeping her phone tied to an ankle, so that's been fairly safe. The television at the apartment is out until she can find a replacement plug for the cord but it isn't a huge loss.

Her laptop charger in pieces? Time to escalate.

[Tiny Tag: Artemis Crock]

seat_five_girl

Ako has been hitting the books. Not that the books are being much help for that. Everything she can find for small generators seems to assume that there's oil around. Or, failing that, something else that burns well and is cheap.

Which doesn't help Ellen-san's problem at all. It isn't like she lives in the middle of a giant forest after all.

Time for a break with some Pepsi and people watching. Also, trackedTraumate is online for your trolling needs.

thesupersmeller

[Be warned, the following OOM contains explicit sexual content.]

[OOM: Gus' life keeps getting more interesting since he started hanging out at Milliways. He's slowly getting comfortable in his own skin and learning to deal with the more physical aspects of getting into the dating world with hopefully better success than he's been having.

And now he's sort of ended up mixed up with The Devil... but really, who can refuse a bit of sin when Lust looks so good? He's a weak, weak man... and he's already made an appointment for confession.]

balancingminds

OOM: My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.

Absence by Pablo Neruda

Tiny tags: Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme

the_seafarer

[OOM: Meanwhile, in Ambergeldar:

A romantic interlude.

Rated G for Gratuitous Wilde references.]

claudiometer

When Claudia drops out of the rafters today - still not very gracefully, but she's been getting better throughout this sound system project - she heads over to Bar and sets down a piece of paper. "Okay, almost through with the sound system, but I'm gonna need this stuff to finish it off, pretty please?"
Instead of the box of stuff she's expecting, she gets a napkin.
"And I do get the parts afterward, right?" Another napkin. "All right then. Long as you're not expecting anything fan..."
Then she smirks, and heads behind the counter.

Specials:
half off anything I don't have to mix
try Heisenberg's uncertain drink and it's free

And with that, Happy Hour is go.

(OOC: Heisenberg's uncertain drink = the quantum blue stuff. Tag, threadhop, do as you will! This is open until I say otherwise.)

the_fairest

"-don't think it's unreasonable," Snow White said, edging through the doorway, eyes only on the man behind her at first.

She'd only turned her head to catch the first flash of noise and movement in a room that was not The Conservatory, when her posture shifted quick as lightning. The straighten of her back, the broaden of her shoulders, the way even her the hold of her fingers might make a weapon of the object in her hand (a delicate pearlescent comb, the most recent of congratulatory gifts she felt compelled to use).

Realization and recognition of Milliways struck the next second, with a soft, "Oh," before she had turned her attention back to him. Surprised seriousness clearing as completely as a cloud having passed across the path of the sun.

Her eyebrows raised, standing in the doorway, almost leaning against the door, with a playfully teasing smile having taken back her mouth. "I've already agreed to let the fairies do something to my hair that makes it look like a bedecked pastry, I should be allowed to pass on the train."

"I'm sure you'll be beautiful," the man beside her said, his gaze fond and unwavering as his fingertips lightly brushed against the underside of her arm, cradling her elbow as they lingered in the doorway. He drew her close against him, pressing a kiss to her hairline.

"Pastry or otherwise." Prince Charming's smile remained long after he pulled back to gaze at his bride-to-be.

Snow's head ducked, first, and then cocked to one side. As if to point out compliments and kisses did not get you anywhere with this discussion, but her eyes had lightened, as her cheeks pinked, and her smile had become far more fair. "You're only saying that because no one has tried to make you wear an intricately beaded, ten foot, train yet."

Two pups, Two muns, Have fun!

Tiny Tags: Snow White & Prince Charming

[Also, an important Disclaimer]

wolfnamedkitty

Kitty walks in; she hadn't expected Milliways to be on the other side of the door again, but she's in such a good mood she doesn't really care. Right now is a good time. Hell, it's time to celebrate. Maybe a bit here and then when she gets back see about getting TJ to go somewhere, she's found a place that should be good to go without having to worry about anything.

Right now, Kitty feels like she's on top of the world.

Her show's going into syndication.

(tiny tag: Kitty Norville)

presspasskey

Lois looks a little tired when she walks in. Face she presents in front of Clark and his parents or no, this week has not been a good one.

First the whole accused-of-killing-a-guy thing, then the whole murderous football player thing, and the nearly drowning thing--

(oh god how she hates drowning oh god oh god)

--and of course the whole kicked-out-of-college thing. Goddammit. And considering she has no idea how much this Bar will know, and that she got kicked out for multiple infractions including lots of underage drinking...

Yeah, she's not getting the alcohol she desperately needs.

Which is why there is a slightly frazzled looking teen at the Bar, making a list of what looks like might be job options.

(tiny tag: Lois Lane)

52_dropoff

There are probably smarter places to medidate than in the middle of the floor.

But sometimes the point of meditating is to make it harder. At least for himself. And it's not his fault if other people don't see him and trip, right?

Charlie? Sometimes he can be a real jerk.

young_tmriddle

Tom left a note with Bar for Sallie Reynolds right after she went on holiday.

( Dear Sallie )

fairy_dust

(OOM: Just before now )

Nova opened her eyes to a blazing sun and a buzzing head. Everything was spinning just a little bit. She sat up gingerly waiting for the world to straighten out. This was far from the first time she had knocked herself unconscious, though she had hoped that her flying abilities had improved somewhat. What was it that she was doing? Her hand brushed something silky, and she looked down to see the pink silk bag that she been charged to fill with fairy dust.

“Oh no,” she said softly touching the tender, throbbing place on her forehead where she had made forcible contact with a large pine tree, hissing softly. She looked up at the blazing sun. It had been sunset when she had accidentally plowed into the tree on her way to the dwarf mines. “I am very late.”

With a deep breath, and a shower of dust, she shrank down to fairy size, and with a few flaps of her wings, she launched herself into the air, and there she hovered. Somehow, she had not the vaguest clue where she might be. There were mountains in the distance, but they were not the right mountains. In fact, nothing was the right . . . anything. This was more than just lost. Nova have been lost enough times to know.

Tiny tag: Nova

makeadeal

There are all manner of odd jobs that come with owning a business such as his. There are books to keep, records to maintain, trinkets to sell, and, on occasion, assess.

Mr. Gold sits tonight at a well-lit table, though the lighting is not meant to be either welcoming nor a deterrent; in short, it is nothing other than a means to an end, this end being, this particular evening, a chance to clean a rather lovely, old-fashioned beer stein, heavily enameled, with the sort of lid that flips open when pressed on with a thumb. He turns it over in white gloved hands, searching for chips or cracks, for smudges or clouded color.

There are six more in the shop, but it hardly makes sense to bring more than one with him, now does it?

[Tiny tag: Mr. Gold]

no_vampires_plz

The pony who walks--okay, let's be honest, staggers--into Milliways looks pretty beat. She's disheveled, spattered with cake frosting, reeking of fruit punch, and in her birthday suit besides.

(No, really. That dress she's wearing, the yellow satin number with the pink ribbon? It's a birthday present.)

Today was Twilight's nineteenth birthday. She and her best friends have been partying since sundown. And there ain't no party like a Pinkie Pie party.

A little bit later, that same pony, in the same dress, may be found sprawled across the couch by the fireplace, fast asleep. She's snoring softly and her ear twitches every now and then.

[tinytag: Minty, Phoenix]

hecu_marine

[OOM: When Shephard was first allowed out of bed, he made it to the Bar, and his injury attracted the attention of a certain dragon.

She decided that she ought to help him do something about that.]

The door opens on the flickering light of another world's smithy, and admits two figures before closing. The paler and more drawn-looking of the two glances around. "Looks like it worked," says Shephard with a bit of a smile. "I got to sit down for a bit, but lemme buy you a drink or somethin' first, mm'kay?"

It's been a long... time period of some kind, he's not really clear what kind... for Shephard and Kreyu. On the other hand, he's now got the other hand, even if everything about two inches below his right elbow happens to be highly polished silver rather than skin, muscle, and bone. So that's something.

[OOC: Two muns, two pups, tag either or both!]

ikissdhimbck

[Outside:

Where in this wide world can man find
nobility without pride,
Friendship without envy,
Or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is served with muscle
And strength by gentleness confined
He serves without servility;
he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.
~Ronald Duncan, "The Horse," 1954

Millitimed to the beginning of the month, the day following Caspian's return from Sherwood shenanigans. No warnings, save for awkward.]

mintylicious

"-ter wrap-up, winter wrap up~" sings the little green and pink pony as she backs into the bar, despite the fact that it is neither winter nor is she wrapping it up. It's a little unclear what she actually is doing, though, given that she's covered, head to toe, in mismatched socks - on her head, in her mane, overflowing out of her saddlebags.

"Cause it's time for spring cleaning~!" she finishes happily before it occurs to her that this isn't the outside of her house (though it might make a good place for sorting out her sock collection regardless). It's just that, well, there's so many animals here - new ones, ones she hasn't even heard of in filly tales. Even though it's in her nature to be friendly (even with new things!), she can't help trotting backwards a few nervous steps before gathering her courage and heading for the nearest one.

"Hi! I'm Minty! I'm from Ponyville, which is right through that door -" she points a hoof back where she came from, dislodging a couple socks in the process, "- and I was wondering if you could tell me where I am!"