milliways_bar | Jul. 30th, 2012

Jul. 30th, 2012

Did something happen?

Everybody seems so tense. And some people are bears.

Atton whines softly at the bar when he arrives. It gives him a napkin.

Long story.

Sniffle. "Can I stab people?"

No.

"I hate you."

He forgets his hate pretty quickly when a bowl of ice cream appears on the bar top though.

thekidfrombrooklyn

Steve came to Milliways on purpose this time.

He's outside by the lake, sitting on a rock near the shore. (in the back of his mind, it may be because he has no desire to run into the vampire again.) He's working on preliminary sketches for three different drawings, and singing to himself in a passable baritone.

The first is an oceanscape--the Pacific Ocean on a fine day, the waves rolling to a nearly empty beach. Only one dark-haired figure is one the shore.

The second is a play on one of the Captain America trading cards, with YOU CAN DO IT written at the top in large, friendly letters.

The third, his current project, is of a young man playing guitar. It's the most intense of them all, with dark lines and negative space. The musician's expression is as focused as Steve's.

As he draws, Steve sings under his breath, "'Night and day, you are the one, only you beneath the moon and under the sun...in the roaring traffic's boom or the silence of my lonely room, I think of you...night and day...'"

[ooc: Open all day, though I will be in and out periodically.]

[tiny tag: the Huntsman]

lilium_evansiae

[OOM: No complaints whatsoever.]

acts_of_gord

Time is playing its usual game of silly buggers with Gordon's door. He was just in Milliways five minutes ago by the clocks in the Greenbrier.

At least he hadn't picked one of the babies up. They just fell asleep.

He really ought to be using this time to review the probe data from the Overworld, or strategize, or something, but he was doing that five minutes ago. It would be nice to just sit and relax for a bit. Fortunately, the Bar concurs.

"Thank you," he murmurs as Bar pops up a copy of Yevgeny Zamyatin's We. He hasn't read that in years. Come to think of it, there's something else he hasn't done or seen in years...

"Any chance you do Girl Scout cookies?"

hecu_marine

Morning duties at the Greenbrier done: check. Dogs dealt with: check. Perimeter patrol shift done: check. Hour spent letting the replacement hand just do its thing with the tablet Nepeta gave him: check. Ten Boom, Mari, and Floyd Mason put through enough PT to reduce the big Dutchman to calling Shephard six different kinds of disease: check. All the big stuff for the day's been cleared away, so Shephard figures he can get away with a little relaxation.

'Course, for him, relaxation means going up into the Milliways mountains and coming down with a sack full of flint so he can sit down near the lake and start banging on rocks the size of his fist until he gets some good sharp pointy bits to work on, but to each his own. You can interrupt if you want, so long as you don't come between the man and his rocks.

mnr_splinter

Splinter's not sure how long the strange little orange men who live in the walls have been working on what ever it is that they're working on, but if their count down is any indication, there are 867,530 bottles of beer left on the wall.

What wall? He has no idea, but it surely it is a rather vast one to hold so many empty green and brown bottles.

From his favorite meditation spot he has a perfect view of the island in the Lake where they're placing the bottles mosaic-style into wet cement. Already some spiral patterns are emerging, and Splinter has no doubt that the structure well be quite lovely when it is completed.

golden_lyre

Orpheus has his body back, and he has his guitar back, which is almost more important. At the moment, he's feeling pretty good actually.

And that bit about having his body back? It makes him want to make the most of it.

So for the time being, he can be found out by the lake. Or in the lake, actually. His guitar is leaning up against a nearby tree, and his clothes are laid in a pile next to it. If you catch him early, he'll be floating naked in the water, singing softly to himself a song of warmth and contentment much in keeping with the day.

If you catch him later, he'll be laid out drying in the sunshine (still naked) singing a song that sounds much the same.

for_his_friends

[OOM: 6 April 1977, London: Should I wait till we have drinks in hand before I ask how things are with the two of you?]

iamso_awesome

Apollo's in a chair by the fireplace, chillin'. With a guitar.
A guitar that he doesn't usually have - hasn't, in fact, since it was a lyre. But he takes safeguarding things for Orpheus seriously, especially this thing.
Don't worry, his idle tuneless tune isn't nearly as bad as his haiku.

(OOC: No emotional influence here - under the circumstances, Apollo's skipping out on that bit. Just some music, since that's what you do with a guitar.)

pullsneedles

Milliways is not a place of permanent residence. As nice as it would be to just forget about the troubles of home and stay, Lucas knows deep down that it wouldn't be right.

But at the same time, Milliways has nothing like the Ultimate Chimera ready to swallow him whole that might still be waiting just on the other side of his door.

The boy presses his ear to the door, listening for any signs of movement on the other side.

He's not going to go alone. Miss Dinah said she would come along and, though concerned for her safety, he knows she'll be a big help.

But he has to steel himself first. She can't open the door for him.

His hand trails up to where the door splintered from the impact of the Ultimate Chimera. Had it not been there, Lucas certainly wouldn't be here now. But it's not bending any further inward. Nothing else is pushing against it. For whatever time it is on the other side of his door, it isn't there.

And opportunity is not a lengthy visitor.

slayer_fray

It has been a while.

Two whole weeks, for Mel.

She was sulking, then she was shouting at her sister. And then there was an apocalypse, and then Gunther dropped two ridic jobs on her in a row and she hardly had time to wink in the middle, and then there was talk of an apocalypse, but it turned out to be some demon talking big and she killed him, and then she realized that a) she wasn't sulking anymore and b) she really ought to go back to the bar, as much as she doesn't really want to.

So.

Your favorite Vampire Slayer (unless you count Buffy and Faith) is standing in the door, finally, giving the bar in general the side-eye.

"How long was I gone?"

katyafeline

Yekaterina is indulging herself tonight, sitting warm by the fire with a bottle of vodka, a hunk of black bread with farmer's cheese, and one of those rope and steel logic puzzles.

She might even be inspired to share, with the right company.

mechanicalswans

There are times when, like the old boiling-frogs scenario, every step along a path seems completely natural and logical, until you wake up one morning with the realization apparently I married Loki last night, and he has gone off and left me in the shape of a woman. Welcome to Weyland's morning.

You can't fight it. When Loki wants to do something all you can do is go along with it, because it's going to happen anyway, and if you hesitate or express concerns, well--there's a fine line between playful and sadistic. Anyway he's not unattractive as a woman, provided you like tall and muscular, and don't mind scars and very visible metal prosthetics; in fact, aside from the work he's done to himself, he looks a lot like his mother.

In times past he might've just stayed out of sight for the duration, but Loki can sense shame like animals sense fear; and besides, this is Milliways, where his circumstances may be unusual but this sort of event certainly isn't. Anyway he has work to do; and so, in the tasteful jeans-and-tank-top outfit Loki had left for her, here is Weyland down in the forge to get back to finishing her living-mechanical horse, which after almost two years still has no skin or hair.

The unsettling horse, its metal bones and muscles and inner workings in full display, stands obediently still near the door, now and then looking around as movement catches its eye. Weyland would not mind some conversation while she works, just don't spook her horse.

[open all week]

thequietblack

Orion comes downstairs from his room wearing, for the first time since he got here, a robe. He's had a lot to think about since his conversation with Miss Evans last night.

When he sits down at the bar, a shot of... something appears in front of him. "Well, I did need a drink, but I did not order..."

A note appears. Compliments of Lilly Kane

"Well, I shall have to thank her when I meet her." He takes a sip and makes a face. "Ugh. No offence to Miss Kane, but I do not think I like this. Could I have a firewhiskey instead?" He downs the shot, but takes his whiskey to a chair by the fireplace.

Definitely botherable.

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting in the bar today, with his new 'computator', and an even newer little printer, printing out things. Some of them are not particularly useful things; he is just fascinated by it all.

However, all in all, his mien is very dark and grimmer, darker and grimmer than it has been for a long time. What happened yesterday, still hurts deeply.

Myrrh is keeping him company, lying either on the paper, or the computer, as they were clearly made for cats to lie on, until Teja gently shifts her. In her black fur, a last lonely bit of blue glitter is sparkling, and when he touches and notices it, the smallest smile appears briefly upon Teja's grim face.-

tinytag: the huntsman

aaaaaaaagh_sky

The door opens; Ellen ducks in from a hotter-than-usual Wasteland summer day and spends some time blinking as her eyes adjust to the local light level. She lets out a sigh of relief- there are only so many doors you can try in Arlington before your cow gets frustrated and wanders off- and trots over to deposit an envelope at the Bar. Inside is an assortment of incomplete and fragmentary comic books, some bits as small as just a portion of a page, and a note.

Dear Steve-

I made it back to the Citadel today to deliver my most recent report, and I stopped by the archives like I promised you. Here's copies of the incomplete comics I found. The originals are back at the Citadel, so you can have these.

I'm not sure what else I can bring from home to make things more interesting for you on the road, unless you have a record player with you or something. If you like violin, I mean. There's a woman who has what I think might be the last Stradivarius violin in the world, and she makes her living by playing for traders. I might be able to get some recordings from her, if you ever wanted.

Take care out there,

Ellen.

Once the envelope's in Bar's keeping she deposits two fistfuls of bottlecaps on the bartop. "As much film as this will buy me," she says, "and there's more where that came from, if you have it. And some Cram and noodles, please."

It was a long day in the saddle and she could really use something to eat.

the_huntsman

[ooc: Previously in the Life Of The Huntsman...he has an enlightening conversation with Steve Rogers, which leads him to seek out Teja and have stern words.]

Striding away from Teja's table, the Huntsman buys a large bottle of whisky with the last of his coin, slamming them down on the bartop. He picks up the bottle, and marches outside without looking back.

Avoiding Steve Rogers, he makes his way round the edge of the lake, towards the trees, sitting down by the water's edge and uncorking the bottle. He'll drink to forget; he just has more to forget today than on most occasions.

creator_raven

[OOM: Sometimes, when you reach out and touch someone, you really don't have to reach very far at all. And it doesn't even require a phone!]

ostro_goth

[[After this brief conversation, Teja ponders awhile how to get to the Huntsman what he had not been able to say. He finally turns to his computer, and looks around among the pictures that are included, and then makes and prints out a page. It contains the clip-art drawing of an impressive polar bear, and words that should be harmless even though they must be read aloud to the illiterate Huntsman.]]

If you are given trouble, find Belar!

tinytag: the huntsman

fiery_ring

Carlotta comes into the bar and leaves a card for the following people:

( Teja, Demeter, Alex Knox, The Question, Huntress, Kate Barlow. )

She then heads outside to look at the strange building work that seems to be going on.