milliways_bar | Oct. 8th, 2012

Oct. 8th, 2012

There's a Sariel in the bar again.

Specifically, there's a Sariel paused just at the bottom of the staircase - out of the way of stairway traffic, say thankya. She's eyeing a symbol someone's drawn onto the bannister in what looks like black ink. No, it wasn't her who drew the thing, whatever the circle and X's mean.

She's also shivering every so often. When did it get so chilly in here? Pseudo-Scottish autumn has arrived, apparently.

If she does go up the stairs, it'll be to get a sweater.

((OOC: Slow. Head splitting with sinus headache. Still around, but my brains are in a knot at the moment.))

Current Mood: puzzled

a1enzo

Enzo has been feeling gradually edgier in Milliways of late. His Guardian protocol is nagging at him.

Something's wrong again.

The only concrete signs he's noticed so far are all those Ⓧ symbols around the place. Reluctantly, he's scanning the room for them, wearing a truly embarrassing brass pince-nez. Don't laugh.

dont_turn_around

While I was walking up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
There is a presence in the forest.

You don't want to see him.

But he can see you.

eight_or_eleven

[Not-quite-OOM: Strength, Wheel and the lions go exploring to find out what's been going on recently. They don't appear to have found much.

Milli-timed to the weekend.]

sunbaked_baker

There is a baker on sitting the floor in the kitchen, her back pressed against the door to the outside, waiting for her heart-rate to slow down and for the shaking to stop.

Current Mood: scared

iambetadraconis

[After this.]

Rabastan is cold and nervous.

He's also got a book in front of him. On Patronus work.

After his definition of a light breakfast he started reading, then attempting the actual spell.

He's somewhere amongst the silver mist his wand's managed to cough up so far.

Happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts...

define_hinky

Wendy didn't sleep too well last night; the climate disagrees with her, or something.

When she comes crabbily downstairs, dressed in her finest Jolly Fats Wehawkin Employment Agency tent, she is dismayed to find a note from Bar.

"Believe me, I know I need the cash," she says. "But could you swing a red eye to get me through this? And maybe five minutes for me to change?"

Wendy grins when a travel mug of coffee and an egg timer appear on the counter, and dashes up the stairs.

She comes back down a little more refreshed and in a cuter outfit (a sweater and shorts are involved). Time to earn that money, to which end she has even made a friendly sign:

Hard day?

Wanna drink about it?

[ooc: this ep is now OPEN]

vance_prime

"'Big A, little A, what begins with A?'"
"Erghlb!"
"'Aunt Annie's alligator, A, A, A. Big B, little B, what begins with B?'"
"Wah?"
"'Barber, baby, bubbles, and a bumblebee!'"
"Bah! Ba ba bah!"
A chuckle. "Hey, not bad. You catch on quick, Eli..."

One mother, one baby, one Dr. Seuss book. Botherable. (Which also, coincidentally, starts with "B.")

nerves_of_ice

[OOM:

Stars shining up above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

]

skittlesreduction

It had been a very, very long day at work. And this detective was tired as hell and wanting to get some sleep. He walked up to a door that clearly said Stage Restaurant above it, which was normal. Seeing as he lived in the back of said restaurant and all.

However this time when he walked through the door there was no restaurant, just a bar? Have a first timer to Milliways looking mighty confused looking back over his shoulder to see what was definitely not the door to the Stage anymore.

"What...the....?"

ever_lovin

[Out in the forest, Ben has an encounter.]

Ben stumbles into the bar from outside coughing and a little dazed. He's not quite sure how long he was out but one thing he does know, something is rotten in the state of Milliways. Making his way to Bar, he asks for pencil and paper ( to write a note... )

"Can you deliver that to X-23, Lady? Thanks." he says once that chore is done and before he is through speaking, the note disappears. "An' can I have a bowl of matzo ball soup an' a mug o' hot ovaltine?"

Someone is in need to childhood comforts it seems.

[[OOC: Not plot locked but I'll be running instaslow until tomorrow.]]

itrunsinthefamily

Is it Red, or have the woods been a little... off, lately?
It's definitely foggier than it was at the time of the full moon, she can say that much. And colder, though the progression of seasons here seems to have nothing to do with them back home.
And, well, she really doesn't want to stay out there any longer than she has to. So she's inside, by the fire, with a drink.
(She'd asked Bar for something warm, and hasn't quite discovered she got hot cocoa for her trouble. That'll be a new thing.)

nerves_of_ice

He comes downstairs after this with the body of his rifle slung over his shoulder, his green canvas ammo bag in one hand, and a hastily-scrounged pillowcase in the other. He casts one sharp look around the room, then takes everything to one of the larger tables off to the side.

The bag goes on the table first, then the pillowcase. He opens that and takes out a clean towel, which he lays out flat on the table.

Only then does he unsling his rifle and set it down on the towel.

Bucky takes a seat on the side with the better view of the room, and begins taking out the rest of the parts from the bag, one piece at a time, examining and testing each before moving to the next.

The drawn and grim look on his face bodes ill indeed.

[ooc: slowtime in effect as of 11:30 pm Mountain. thanks all!]

gforceinmyfaaaace

The door isn't merely opened. It's kicked open!

"Hear that, doers of evil? That's the sound of your alarm clock going off! Time to wake up and face the light! Don't hit snooze, now; I, Pit, servant of the goddess Palutena, am pulling--huh?"

uh

this don't look like a crowd of Underworld baddies

so now there's an angel boy in Greco-Roman attire holding a bow and standing in front of the door, looking highly confused.

againsttherules

Jack's been training with Horus earlier today.

He stayed away from the forests, after what happened last time.

Today, he's finally decided to bring her into the bar again. She's currently secured to the bar top without her hood, although she was wearing it when he brought her in, and it's easily to hand if something does spook her.

Otherwise, Jack is sat eating dinner, with a large mug of hot chocolate, there is an unnatural chill in the air, after all.

ikissdhimbck

The chill creeps everywhere, and along with it Kate's unease.

She's seen her share of strange things in the bar, stood tall, fought, hid when necessary — but there's something different this time. Something potent, and palpable. She shivers, thinks of how tired she is of shivering —

(of the cold, of the restlessness, of October. And that is it, isn't it? She watched the months tick off, another October, another day closer to the one day a year she fears more than any other, and this time she doesn't think she has the heart for it, for fear it's him again, for fear she can't escape, for fear she's become an even bigger disappointment. She's scared, and what's wrong with that? Nothing. Nothing.)

— It's time she went back anyway. It's time she finished it.

She spends the day making her arrangements. Settling up her tab, the stables, getting her things in order. She requests paper and pen from Miss Bar, and sets to writing notes. ( For Tommy Gavin, for X-23, for The Waco Kid; one for John Marston, Miss Sunshine, and the entire stable staff. And, while she's at it, one for all her friends. )

Then, she pens the most important note of them all.

–Kate

Gathering up her saddlebags, she casts one last look around the room.

And heads out.

[ooc: Just an exit post. If you'd like to catch Kate before she goes, please send me a message before tagging. However, if you'd like to react to notes and gifts, feel free! ^__^]

jack_inthegreen

Jack Green, as he is called, walks through the door with the usual bounce in his step, ready to seek out familiar faces and get to know some new ones.

That flees the moment the door shuts behind him.

Something.
Elm do brood
Something is not right.

Without stopping to say hello to anyone or even gauge the atmosphere, Jack moves through the bar and out the back door, and walks directly to the forest.

It's here.
and oak do hate

Whatever "it" is.

Here's the thing: he knows these trees. He loves these trees. He's had many grand conversations with these trees, and they've watched over him and his children as surely as he's watched over them, from acorn and sapling to the enormous grandfathers far older than the bar's memory.

He knows they're not happy.
but the willow walks when you travel late.
He has a terrible feeling that he knows why.

A few minutes later--or so it seems to him, though more time has passed in the Bar than that--Jack is back inside.

The green man is troubled.

It's time for a drink.

slayedthedragon

"Wes, did you leave the broadsword in the weapons closet?" is the question Angel's asking as he opens the Door and steps in without looking first.

Not that he needs to. Nothing sets off a vampire's senses like the bar. But Angel is so surprised to find himself here again, he stops in his tracks to stare for a second or two.

"...Huh."

Ok, this place again. Well, he doesn't suppose they've run out of drinks or anything. So over to the bar he goes and takes a seat while he wonders whether the bar is still completely weird.

And then realizes that thought has probably just jinxed him but good.

gavin62truck

[ OOM: "There's some weird shit going on in the woods." ]

tiny tag: Lt. Kenny "Lou" Shea

awesome_binomial_theorems

[Pre-Milliways: After the Drago Case, there is some time for reminiscing, drinking, and fighting.]

One bar looks much like another when you're slightly tipsy, a little dazed from repeated blows to the head, and moving with haste.

As James Moriarty stumbles in, black eye forming, bloodied on face and chest, shirt slung over his shoulder, limping a little, and notices that this bar is rather more up-market than the one he was just in, several scenarios pass through his head.

Insanity or interdimensional travel seem most likely. Either way, Moran shan't be pleased.

[Slowtime in effect while the mun sleeps. Open until it scrolls, though.]

guppy_sandhu

[Not-OOM: Strange cold spots and marks appear in the infirmary. Guppy and Teja investigate, causing plumbing trouble.]

After a sleepless night, partially debating what to do, Guppy leaves a note at the bar.

( Mike )

He digs in his pocket for a throat sweet, and sits on a barstool. Then, getting out his notebook of suspicious things, makes a record of the strange plumbing, and that waitrat that's looking at him funny.

aaaaaaaagh_sky

It's chilly here lately, which Ellen doesn't really appreciate- she's got to go back to the alien ship, which is cold enough for her liking, thanks. She's taken to wearing her Chinese stealth armor with General Chase's overcoat no matter what she's doing at Milliways. Both of them were designed for the Alaska campaign, so they're good and comfortable temperature wise.

(She still can't scratch, though. The stealth suit may not be power armor, but it's still armor, and there hasn't been a suit of armor made yet that really allowed you to scratch an itchy place.)

For the moment she's outside. She's got to go back to the ship when she's gathered the right people up, but right now she could use some target practice, so she's got her Gauss rifle and a lot of microfusion cells and she's down at the range. She's also got all of her supplies with her for when she goes back; they're strapped to the sides of a not terribly realistic robotic simulacrum of a horse. Better the prewar child's toy carry the heavy weight than her, is how she sees it. Even with the gun she doesn't cut all that impressive a figure. It's an unavoidable fact of being 5'3" and wearing a coat originally designed for someone much taller. The robo-pony doesn't really help.

If you catch her when she's not peering through the scope, she's botherable.