milliways_bar | Jul. 26th, 2012

Jul. 26th, 2012

[OOM: Quiet nights are different in Gotham.]

A masked blonde and her color coordinated quiver come through the front door.

Her eyes narrow in irritation for a moment, before she heads to the bar.

"Gatorade and towel, thanks."

Botherable!

seat_five_girl

After this, and after this, but not too much, because Ako is beter about these sorts of things than the narration, there is a note left with Bar-san. There is a far larger stack of paper that is stuffed into the fire covered in scratched out rough drafts.

( The note reads... )

badinlatin

Mal is sitting at a table in the middle of the bar with a latte mug's worth of overly-sugared coffee. The caffeine hits him very little anymore, but the sugar may be lending itself to an amount of restless energy Mal isn't aware he's experiencing.

All of that aside? He has his calligraphy brushes out and is writing letters to his ever-increasing list of correspondences he's horrible at keeping up with.

Botherable? Sure. Just don't sneak up on him.

[ooc: I will add your pup's tag to this post if he writes a note for them and posts it in the threads. As usual, workslow, but taggable through Saturday morning.]

no_more_hiding

Hank sits in a booth with several books written by one Nikola Tesla. Aside from collections of Tesla's notes from his Colorado Experiments, the only other title he continually refers to is Alternate Currents Of High Potential And High Frequency from which Hank seems to be making many notes.

This could mean something but I think you'll have to ask him.

[OOC - Apologies in advance for my poor science.]

Current Mood: curious

death_gone_mad

In through the cat flap in the front door jaunts a dark grey (and red eyed, for those with quick and sharp eyes) kitten.

!

She wasn't expecting to walk into a tavern. Well, no, it was just what she was expecting. This is the best tavern in the universe, and you know why? There are giant rats here, rats carrying trays of food! Some of it is fish, from the smell of it! What intelligent rats! They shall make worthy and wily prey!

For a moment there is a great clatter while wait rats scurry this way and that from the grey little kitten. Despite her size, she can make herself look quite threatening. The red eyes help. But the moment is over when the kitten encounters a ~~floor length mirror~~ foe so wily that it can match her every move.

This will not do! How dare some scentless cat challenge her, the Queen of cats and hunters?

Yes, even though she is just a kitten, she is still Queen. Who is willing to fight on the Queen's side?

[OOC: Have a young Amas!cat again, because I need to get back in the RP groove]

golden_lyre

Orpheus has had an interesting few days, both in and out of the bar. He's conflicted about both.

Unusual for him, he has an iPod when he comes in, earbuds in place (massively uncomfortable, if you ask him), frowning in concentration as he listens to the recording. He's concentrating hard enough, in fact, that he almost doesn't register stepping into the bar. His expression doesn't change, at least, when he comes through the door, though his feet take him to the bar easily enough, and he moves automatically to unsling his guitar from his back.

Unfortunately, he still has the earbuds in, and the cord gets caught in his guitar strap, occasioning an undignified yelp as one of the tiny speakers is wrenched from his ear, and some equally undignified hopping as he struggles to untangle himself.

(There may also be a bit of cursing, in ancient Greek.)

mnt_mike

["...i'm dying," he says to no one in particular as he lay across the living room floor of his flat.

"No you're not."]

sunbaked_baker

It has been a good day, and surprisingly, the previous night had been a (relatively) good night. The man who had been about to be dinner to a couple of vampires may have been frightened half out of his mind at the time, and may be a known drug-dealer, but he's also human. And still alive, thanks to her. At this point, Rae will take what she can get - the best part is that she doesn't have to worry about him making an official report to the authorities.

So after a full afternoon of baking in the Milliways kitchens, Rae brings out a tray laden with pies, intending to sell them.

A napkin from the Bar greets her when she sets the tray down, however.

"I guess I can," Rae replies with a shrug and a slight smile. "It's not like it's much out of my way. Have a good nap."

Soon, the specials board is filled with various specials, reading:

Happy Hour Specials!
Dr. Pepper
Vanilla Coke
Super Sprite
Tea (hot or iced)

Freshly-made Pie! (With a chalk-drawn picture of a slice of pie next to the words.)
$3/slice, $12/pie, $0.75/scoop of ice-cream
Cherry
Blueberry-peach
Strawberry-rhubarb
Apple-cinnamon

Rae makes herself a cup of tea, ready to settle in for a while. "Happy Hour's on, Milliways. What'll it be?"

(ETA: Slowtimes from here on out. Mun has to go run errands. <3)

Current Mood: cheerful

the_huntsman

After finishing his shift behind the bar, The Huntsman has a...shall we say educational encounter with a certain greek musician...

[ooc: warnings for drunkenness and debauchery....ooh-errr.]

mighty_avenger

A tall blonde woman dressed in jeans, an Air Force t-shirt, and well-worn running shoes steps into the bar.

"This is so not cool, Stark," she mutters to no one in particular.

Why the hell is there a bar in Avengers Mansion? Tony's going to have some explaining to do when Carol catches up with him. It used to be his home, so somehow this must be all his fault.

It's been a long day—a long series of days, really. Carol loves being Ms. Marvel, but saving the world can be pretty exhausting, and all she really wants to do right now is order take-out and catch the latest episode of Eureka. It looks like the universe is conspiring against her though, because instead here she is in a busy bar that she swears has never been in the mansion before.

Then again, maybe this place serves nachos.

Milliways, meet Carol Danvers, Earth's Mightiest Hero and junk food aficionado.

[OOC: Slowtime is now in effect, but please feel free to continue to tag in!]

electro_kinetic

Noriko is back at the school when she comes into the bar this time. It's not been the easiest thing to integrate back into, but it's doable. She only hopes things will stay quiet for a while--not that that ever happens with the X-Men.

But, since the bar comprises downtime for her, she's sitting at a table with a pretty good view of the Window, earphones in and music turned up loud, and busily braiding tiny sections of her still bright-blue hair, now in its familiar mohawk again, and slipping black pony beads over the ends. She's definitely not changed her style.

onceaviking

He had accepted the offer of a room, even though he did not like acquiring any sort of debt in this place. It meant that he was clean as he walked downstairs, even though he hadn't used the facilities. Strange-looking contraptions of porcelain and metal.

He might look into that later.

For now, he intends to get a better understanding of this place - and to see if he can find a little something to whet his palate.

His hair is still tied back, but he is carrying his coat over his arm and his shirt is open at the throat. This is proving to be far more interesting than society at Bath. Or so he believes. Unless the streams of the British are far more potent in their magic than he surmises.

kamehamehaaa

It's kind of boring recovering from concussion. So Gohan has been trying to do some quiet training that can't possibly exacerbate anything in his head.

At the moment, he is floating a foot in the air, in a sitting position, holding a sofa above his head with the arm that wasn't recently mended. Which isn't terribly taxing, but does at least require him to focus chi in two directions at once.

Feel free to stare, or tell him to put the sofa back.

awesome_lilly

Lilly hasn't been in for a while. Again. In her defense, there are some really sparkly universes out there.

However, in this one, she gets mail.

She grins at seeing the note from Mal, rolls her eyes at the contents, and grabs a napkin from bar.

Hey, I just read this
And I'm not crazy,
But I'm back in bar,
So call me maybe?

It's hard to write that
Cause there's no "maybe"
Here's my room number
Tequila shots, baby.

"Send that to Mal," she tells Bar, and the napkin disappears. "And hey, while you're at it, I need to tell everyone I'm back, so... when they show up at bar, tequila shots for my people, okay?"

She squints at the napkin that pops up.

"God, Bar, I do not have time to make a list. You know, people I talked to! Oh, and hot people, even if I don't know them. And people who look like they might be fun. Next time they walk up, shots."

Another napkin pops up. Lilly sighs.

"If it's breakfast, you can put some OJ in it, all right? And make sure they know it's from me. Thanks!"

She skips up the stairs to find the room with the number she'd given Mal. Hopefully no one's already in it.

[OOC: I am trying to have Lilly around more! So if she knew your pup (or not), feel free to have them get a tequila shot from her the next time they're around!]