Joshua Donovan (
damncompass) wrote in
milliways_bar2013-03-14 09:13 pm
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[OOM: A bit of backstory.]
The door opens, and a man in a white lab coat walks through, a medium-sized box in his hands. It's obvious that he's not really paying attention. He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it, blinking a few times. "Ok, I know that things change around here, but who the hell put a bar in the mail room?"
Bar, please welcome Joshua Donovan.
[ooc: Open forever. Please assume any threads are milli-timed until after Claudia's.]
The door opens, and a man in a white lab coat walks through, a medium-sized box in his hands. It's obvious that he's not really paying attention. He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it, blinking a few times. "Ok, I know that things change around here, but who the hell put a bar in the mail room?"
Bar, please welcome Joshua Donovan.
[ooc: Open forever. Please assume any threads are milli-timed until after Claudia's.]

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!!!
SURPRISE FLYING TACKLE SISTERHUG.
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"Congratulations, you've found yourself another interdimensional space. Do me a favor and check the door?"
Because if he's stuck in another interdimensional space, she'll be having a Word with the management. You know, just as soon as she works out who management is.
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Given her history with the said shiny gold nonsense, if it weren't that good, she wouldn't have bothered in the first place.
"At least you're not stuck this time? The door does disappear every now and then, so I check it every time I come in, but if you do get stuck you won't lose time out there."
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She takes the box and, what the hell, why not open it while he's here? So she does. "Awww, a box of scraps! You shouldn't have! I'll be sure to take them to my cave when I get home."
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"Ok, I'm missing something here." There's a pause. "I think you're making a pop culture reference again. Anyway, one of the guys from the electronics department was dumping out some stuff and let me go through it. I thought you'd like that better than another gift card to Think Geek."
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She lets the reference slide; she can always explain it later (though she's not sure she should tell him to watch Iron Man without someone around to vent about the science to).
"Anyway, Milliways 101. Apparently the door likes to sneak up on people, and apparently if you take a napkin or something with you it makes the door turn up more easily. I make a habit of checking the door every time I come in, just in case. The official rules are no violence, no naked, and no grudge-matches in the bar proper, not that I think you'll have a problem with those."
(And if he's in a naked-requiring situation Claudia does not want to know about it ever, thank you.)
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"Also, even though you don't have half as much context as I do, I should warn you - you might bump into some people you've read about or seen in a movie or whatever. As a rule, don't mention it, but Ray Stantz has seen the movie."
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His expression breaks into a huge grin at Claudia's next words. "Oh, shit. I can handle not telling people I know them, but you don't know what I'd give to actually talk to him about the proton pack. You were tiny, but I used to tinker around with trying to make something like that." Beat. "When I wasn't making fake lightsabres."
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"I remember that. Kinda. Didn't you nearly blow up your bedroom one time? And I did - did I tell you about the lightsaber? That was a crazy few weeks, actually, so I don't remember."
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"The Landlord, welcome to Milliways."
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He marks his place in his book, its one on resonance and how powerful it can be.
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Joshua peers at the book almost subconsciously. Oh, dear. Charles, you have interested the theoretical physicist.
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A rat squeaks at Joshua, "Light or dark and how do you feel about unusual colors?"
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