milliways_bar | Sep. 29th, 2012

Sep. 29th, 2012

[[OOM: "Well, you like me, don't you?"]]

Leela enters the bar with her head down, her attention completely focused on the yo-yo in her hand. The Doctor had told her to keep it going up and down, so that's exactly what she was doing. Again and again and again.

She's so engrossed in her task that it's a good thirty seconds before she realizes she's no longer in the TARDIS. "...Oh. This place again."

She looks over her shoulder and is relieved when the door is still there. "Well, at least I am not bound here this time. That is good"

She pulls out a stool, sets the yo-yo down, and orders a glass of tequila.

the_seafarer

The days are growing shorter. The light has the crystalline quality of fall, cool air and warm sun. There's the smell of changing leaves and weather lifting on the breeze, and the water in the lake, warmed from a long, mellow summer, is clear until whipped into little rippling waves by sudden gusts.

The autumn wind comes from across the water, stronger than the gentle summer breezes, but he's well used to the lake and its shifting moods, now, and the Hope tilts joyfully against a gust that smells of fresh water and the edge of rain. Soon, the air will be cold enough to chap his hands if he doesn't wear gloves, and the water will lose its perfect clarity and turn the deep black of winter, but not yet.

Which perhaps explains why the Hope bobs, for the moment, unmanned, alone on the water, tiller tied so her nose points into the wind, sails luffing gently, while a dark golden head surfaces next to her. There's a flurry of motion as Caspian shakes water out of his ear, dips beneath the surface once more.

It'll be chilly when he pulls himself out and back onboard, but worth it; the days left where a swim is possible are swiftly dwindling in number.

thekidfrombrooklyn

After the mission debriefing, Steve and his team are supposed to rest, nourish themselves a bit, and mentally prepare for the next attack.

Steve is going to do that. He's just going to take a little longer than the top brass will be aware, and he's not going to do it in London.

It's an unusually grim-faced, though as dirty as he usually is after blowin' stuff up, Steve deciding if he wants to eat first or wash up and change clothes first.

[ooc: Open all weekend, though mun will occasionally disappear for errands, sleeping, Doctor Who, etc.]

ostro_goth

It is Saturday morning, and everybody is having breakfast. Of sorts.

Teja is having tea, coarse bread, moretum, and sliced cured meat at a table; very traditional. From time to time, he may be dropping small shred of the cured meat to the floor, where four cats are casually lounging under his table.
Urquhart has cooked himself a nice large breakfast in the kitchen, with eggs and black pudding and bacon, fresh bread rolls, jam, and butter, in addition to a large pot of coffee. He's having all that at a table by the window, reading a book. Franz the dog is sitting by his side, being very good and trying to neither look at his human's food, nor at his face in a hopeful 'Can this stop and c an we go out now'? sort of way.
Ned Poins comes staggering in through the door, from a dirty medieval alley somewhere in London (most probably near Eastcheap, or even in Southwark). He looks a bit green about the gills, and definitely hungover, giving a grateful little groan and slouching against the bar. He urgently needs something restorative, but has no notion what to ask the bar for. "Most noble Lady Bar, I am a wretched wretch; have you any suggestions to better that?"
Antinoos arrives all energetic, from the scorching desert, wearing sensible hunting clothes and carrying some spears, a rather large but healing scrape on his cheek making him look less a pampered plaything of late Roman decadence, and much more like an actual and commonplace young man. Oh, this place again! Here, he can finally drink all the fresh cold water!
Tower has already been here. He's been here all the time, really. He's eating a very large and sophisticated omelette, and drinking a caffé coretto while grinning at the general populace.
Lorenzo sneaks in, with his lute; he was on his way to a lesson and is utterly delighted to be spared it, for the moment. He orders himself pancakes and waits for whatever this wondrous place may bring.
Margolotta is by the fireplace, having cocoa while doing the Ankh-Morpork Times crossword. Just a little light distracting relaxation before turning in for the day.
Tamara the mermaid has dragged herself from the lake and sprouted legs, the way her kind does on dry land; she is wearing a short and flimsy silk dress that covers all the necessary places without leaving much to the imagination, and eating sushi for breakfast, which she is obviously enjoying a lot. She does not look harmless at all while doing so.
Sirona is sitting at a table with a large disposable coffee cup that probably contains something quite objectionable (to coffee purists), and her little laptop, giggling at something on the screen.

[[OOC: This Saturday breakfast post is nevertheless open all weekend! Say in your tag whom you want, or you might get anybody.]]

ikissdhimbck

[Upstairs:

I've got you under my skin
I'd tried so not to give in
I said to myself, "This affair never will go so well"
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well
I've got you under my skin?

Warnings: adult content (first 45 tags); intimacy as a coping mechanism. Timed to the night of August 31st.]

ikissdhimbck

Kate needs a drink.

It's the sole thought on her mind as she makes her way up to the counter tonight. When Miss Bar presents her with a bound volume instead, her expression goes flat.

"You're a riot, Miss. Honest."

She picks up the book and thumbs through it, smirking despite herself. It's been an unusual year, what with Tommy, Voodoo, Voodoo's lady-friend (she quite likes Remy, but wasn't expecting her to try and kiss her), Teja, Jim... Let the Miss poke some fun. If she weren't so busy mentally flailing, she'd probably laugh herself.

"Miss? Make it a bottle. Tequila. An', if I could? Somethin' t'write with."

She takes off her hat and settles on a stool, preparing to pen Guppy a note.

She might even share the tequila, once she's through.

[ooc: Open forever! Kate will be in and out, with an emphasis on out, a lot over October, so I wanted to get an EP in. ^__^]

sees_them_too

[OOM: They had run off to London on a rescue mission and had walked into an attack instead.]

A few hours ago when Luna—scuffed, scratched, tired, and in dirty clothes—had wandered into the bar, she had, uncharacteristically, not paid any attention to anyone. Instead she’d gone straight to the nearest comfortable looking couch, laid down, and (in spite of feeling like she’d never wind down enough to sleep ever again) had nodded off in a matter of moments, wand still clutched tightly in her hand.

Now there’s a bit of movement from that couch, accompanied by an unhappy sounding noise.

The noise has come from Luna herself, and was quite inadvertent. She had just been trying to sit up only to find that, while her body had been hurting before, it’s now really hurting and stiff and all but admonishing, Why would you ask us to do that? Have you not paid attention to what we’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours? Back down with you.

Luna lays still for a moment, catching her breath, and then raises her wand enough to point it at another nearby couch that she can see out of the corner of her eye.

“Accio pillow.”

The pillow obediently flies over and Luna starts to carefully work it behind her shoulders.

This ‘getting up’ business looks like it will best be accomplished in stages.

kitchen_maid

Amy has hot chocolate, pizza, and a pile of correspondence she brought along in the hopes of getting somewhat caught up after being away from home for nearly a month.

At least, that was the plan.

Now that she's here, though, it's hard to find any enthusiasm at all for the papers on her table, so she's largely ignoring them while she looks around the bar.

After all, there's always something interesting going on at the end of the universe.

And anyway, they'll keep.

nerves_of_ice

He's under the same orders as the rest of the Howling Commandos - rest, regroup, plan, prepare. Bucky spends the first part of the evening doing just that, but once his weapons are cleaned and put away, and he's been through three (or four, or five) rousing rounds with the others down at the pub that's rapidly becoming everyone's favorite, Bucky finds that there's still one or two other things on his mind.

He slaps Dum Dum on the back as he gets to his feet, trades a few good-natured insults with the others, and makes his exit.

It's only after he vanishes out of sight into the corner room that he takes the side door into Milliways.

His first stop is the bar. Bucky takes a sealed envelope from inside his jacket, sets it on the wood, and asks,

"Can you deliver this to a guy for me, next time he comes in? Name's Doyle - tallish, dark, wears an eyepatch--"

Evidently that's enough, for the note vanishes. Bucky grins, and takes a seat on the barstool.

"Thanks. Now, can I get a pint?"

A glass appears, and his tired smile broadens.

"Thanks, again."

[ooc: slowtime now declared to be in effect as of 11:30 pm local/Mountain time - thanks!]

blowupthefloats

Logically, since Munch is currently Bound he should have no excuse for being late for his Happy Hour shift tonight. But yet here he is, apologizing quietly and profusely as he slips behind the bar.

Tonight's Specials
Homecoming
Downhome Punch #2
Home Alone
Sweet Home Chicago

After putting up the specials, John spares one more look at the wall where his door should be.

Just in case.

herald_to_be

OOM: While on a short holiday from school, Ingress catches up with X in the House of Arch.

itrunsinthefamily

Red's standing by the back door, tonight.
(it turned out to be the howling of a dog)
Or, well. She's hovering, more like. Trying to work up the nerve to go outside.
(or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back)
Without her cloak. Which also means she's looking for someone who can mind it for her for a while, since she's... not keen on making a run for the door once she takes it off.
(but I was drawn into their pack and before long)
To that end, she's keeping an ear (and a nose, it must be admitted) out for a few key people, and then...
(they allowed me to join in and sing their song)
And then, well. She'll see how the night goes from there.

(OOC: Semi-plotlocked. You can catch her inside freely, whoever you are, but outside tags are restricted to other weres. Red's got enough issues with accidentally hurting people as it is. With that in mind, it's open all weekend!)