milliways_bar | Oct. 17th, 2012

Oct. 17th, 2012

Angel is opening doors around the Hyperion Hotel again. You'd think he'd learn, but nooo. And sure enough, the one he's opening now....

"Hey, the bar is back."

Wesley's voice, thoroughly distracted by some dusty tome, drifts into the bar. "Are you quite sure you can keep yourself out of the cells this time?"

Angel scowls and looks back over his shoulder. "I told you, I didn't end up in the cells! I'm on Security you know. Sorta. Was sorta. Used to be. Maybe still am." He turns back to the look at the bar. "Probably not, though."

Last week had been his first time back in how long? Probably months or more. It's a good bet Alanna is ready to work him over but good. Fortunately, he's bigger than she is.

...Why doesn't that feel like more of an advantage than it does?

Wes again, "Well, don't start any fights."

Angel rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to--. I'll be fine!"

He huffs and shuts the Door firmly behind him and heads over to Bar. "Watchers."

spit_it_out

After this somewhat garbled conversation, Bruce walks to the bar and looks for a napkin to write on. After a moment, Bar takes pity and provides paper and pen. The logic of her capabilities asserts itself, so he asks if she can deliver letters. That out of the way, he writes a short note, refusing to think much about it.

( Head of Security (Mel?) )

That done, he heads back to the window.

[OOC: Note drop-off only, unless Mel's around. Ta muchly. :)]

nerves_of_ice

[OOM #1: The hunter becomes the hunted.

OOM #2: "So what the hell was that?"

]

mnt_mike

Splinter:

Out by the Lake, on a hillside that overlooks the island where the Loompas continue to construct their beer bottle temple, sits a man in a maroon kimono. While he appears to be in a deeply meditative state the extra blanket to his left , along with the extra blanket to his right indicates that he could be expecting someone.

You, perhaps.

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Bumi:

There's a table by the Observation Window mostly covered by various maps of The World. Or...at very least The World as Commander Bumi knows it. He's leaning on one elbow as he pours over the maps, a cup of very strong tea in his free hand. The bright red overcoat of Bumi's United Forces uniform is draped on the chair back behind him.

He will figure this out. He will.

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Mike:

The Staff Hallway door swings open and a severely sleep deprived looking Mike emerges in pajama pants, a bathrobe, and bunny slippers. He yawns as he shuffles towards Bar and occupies a stool towards her middle.

The moment he settles an English muffin with strawberry jam appears along side a large glass of water and a couple of Advil Liquigels. Mike smiles, and is just about to partake of them when something catches his eye.

Something in her finish that...either he never noticed before, or is entirely new.

He moves his plate to get a better look, his eyes widening as he does so.

There.
In the center of Bar's top.
Inlaid among the grain.

A symbol which almost resembles an X'd out circle.

[For the sake of clarity, please specify who you're tagging...if anyone, in the subject line. My inbox thanks you in advance.]

dont_turn_around

There's a new building on the shores of the lake.

(Well, I say new...)

It appeared as if built overnight, but instead of being snug and pretty like so many new buildings, it looks as if it's been there for a hundred years, and empty for a hundred more. Walls have fallen in, and ivy crawls up those that remain. The windows are as empty as a skull's eyes. The pathway to what was once the front gate is overgrown.

It was clearly once a majestic place, its grey structure an imposing sight, but now ...

It is not empty.

[ooc: Open for exploring. Please email me at minorblue(at)gmail(dot)com or PM me if you have any questions.)

jack_inthegreen

[OOM: "You are the uinsinn, Steve Rogers."

In which a tree god and a supersoldier meet and speak, and learn a few things from each other. Slenderplot related.]

stole_a_time_lord

There's a woman in the bar this evening, reading.

More specifically, there's a woman in a ruffled blue dress, sitting in the middle of the floor with eleven open books ranged round her in a circle, and she is reading them all at once, finishing a page in one, setting it down, turning a little to the next (to her left), picking it up, reading a page, and then repeating the process. Around and around, one page at a time, paying very little attention to whether or not she's in anyone's way, because she's all caught up in her books.

The books are The Lost (and Found!) Moon of Poosh: Revised Edition; Il Mio Primo Dizionario; The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke (which she is reading back to front -- she wants to see how it begins); The Diary of a Young Girl; A History of the Fez; You, Too, Can Conquer Tivoli! A Beginner's Guide to Planetary Invasion; The Secret of the Old Clock (the Hebrew translation); Bimbos of the Death Sun; I Was a Teenaged Zombie War Bride from Outer Space; Bartlett's Familiar Quotations; and A Brief History of Time (which occasionally makes her laugh).

paragonsoldier

Shepard came here for some time and space to think, but in retrospect, that may have been a bad idea, because it provides an opportunity for the events of the past few hours to sink in. Really sink in.

They're here. The Reapers have hit Earth.

[OOC: Yes, folks, we're kicking off the Mass Effect 3 plot! This is not plotlocked, but please send me a private message or ping me on AIM before you tag.]

notyetwritten

"You must be joking," says Atrus.

A napkin appears. I'm NEVER joking.

He grimaces. "First you kidnap me and take me away from my writing and now you expect me to...serve drinks! It's absurd!"

Another napkin appears.

"You'll do that? That's a promise?"

He sighs. "Very well, I suppose I'll do it."

And so it came to pass that this slightly miffed-looking quarter-D'ni intellectual came to be standing behind Bar. He posts a notice above the Bar.

I have no experience whatsoever at this sort of thing. Consequently, any drink with two ingredients or fewer shall be discounted by ten per cent.

Pleasant conversation is always appreciated.

claudiometer

(OOM:

you realise it all along
something in our story wrong)

When Claudia comes in, she barely slows down long enough to do her customary door-check (but it's there, and checks out) before making a beeline to the Bar, with a small stack of papers. "Hey, can you give a copy of this to Enzo and anyone else who's trying to pin down the oogyboogy?"
( There's a note on top. )
"Thanks," she says, as the papers disappear. That done, she heads for the chairs by the fire.
(All told, she's sure as hell not going outside at this time of night. Just in case.)

(OOC: Kinda sorta insta-slowtime, as I've had That Sort Of A Day, but send your research types Claud's way regardless.)

balancingminds

Charles is on the back porch, not even fully on the porch but on the edge holding his knees and saying to himself, "My mind is my own, my mind is my own. I'm not mad."

The chanting is soothing and he can feel his shields, they're not as strong as they should be but he can feel them. He's trying to not project and not feel too much, but his basic state of being is connecting to the world.

Sometimes he coughs and shivers, but he can't move yet, he doesn't know what might happen if he does. In the dust, he keeps tracing a circle with two lines through it.

(OOC: Charles is not in a great mental state, his shields are weak and he's projecting some of his fear and uncertainty. Pups are welcome to pick up on some of that added pain in the air, he's not trying to listen to anyone's minds but due to the state of his shields will be hearing. If you have any questions and want to play around with a falling apart powerful telepath, I'm in chat and can be found on AIM at FionaLl8. Mun has a long weekend, open for ages.)

ask_the_right_questions

[OOM: Oh. My. God.]

ask_the_right_questions

The door opens onto the New Mexico desert, though the ground is a foot or so down from the level of the door.

Up into the bar, facing out, climbs Erik Selvig.

When he turns round, he freezes. "What?"

This seems too much like a bad dream.

mix_it_up

At some point after this, Asami walks out of the elevator from the garage, back into the main bar.

Her arms are folded against her chest, and she doesn't look at anything as she walks through the bar, her gaze stubbornly stuck to the floor in front of her, until she reaches the middle of the room, and the choice: the door back home, or the bar.

Asami glances between them, then turns, and walks over to the bar.

The first things she does once she takes a seat is put her elbows up on the bar, and bury her face in her hands. She doesn't quaver or shake – in fact, she stays perfectly still otherwise – but this lasts for about a minute before she looks up again.

Then, she quietly asks the bar for a piece of paper and a pen.

( For Olivia Dunham )

Asami looks over the note once – the characters are sloppy, thanks to her intermittent coughing and that her hand was slightly shaking, and the note itself sounds all over the place (which was very much unlike her), but as she can't seem to get herself to put more than that on paper, she folds it over, and lets he bar take it.

Once it's disappeared, a mug of something Asami doesn't recognize materializes in its stead.

(It's hot chocolate, and it's nice, as she finds out when she finally calms down enough to try it.)

[ooc: ep is open for anyone 'til whenever.]

golden_lyre

[OOM:

There's an hour of sunshine,
for a million years of rain
but somehow that always seems to be enough]

[ooc: Adult content within.]

guppy_sandhu

Sometimes in a crisis you have to go with what you know.

Which is why today, the circle of chairs has been arranged, there's freshly baked cake on the table, and plenty of safe food and drinks.

On the wall behind is a large sign.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

Anxious? Worried? Need someone to talk to? Just want company?
You are not alone, come and join us.

One Guppy, one Connor, one Thirteen, come join them.

[ooc: Three muns, all tags will be picked up by at least one member of the life support team (Thirteen-mun will be slowtime until later). Open until the next one in approximately a month. Threadhopping welcomed and encouraged!]

ladyfirestarter

Outside of Milliways:

"... and when sleep came, the dream came with it. Only this time she saw the face of the silhouette, which stood to block the light."

(the woods are burning)