milliways_bar | Entries tagged with alana bloom

It's the first Wednesday of the month, and as a result, there is a circle of chairs surrounding a table of cake. Some of it may be, admittedly, left over holiday cake, but it's still good and occasionally comes with a little icing snowman.

On the wall behind the group is a large poster:

'Life Support!
New year blues? Struggling with those resolutions?
Problems here or at home?
Come and talk to us!
(Also free food. Please help us finish the cake.)'

Come and have a chat!

[ooc: Open until the next one in approx 1 month. Threadhopping encouraged. All loose tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS crew.]

cook_the_rude

Hannibal Lecter is in the kitchen this last afternoon of the old year, preparing sushi, drinking prosecco while he does.

2016 is getting a proper send-off from him.

vyvyan

It's bloody freezing at home with no electricity or gas, so Vyv has spent a couple of days hanging out around here, sleeping mostly in the infirmary's day room to avoid clocking up any more on his tab.

But it's given him time to remember that he was going to give a couple of people presents for the holidays. So earlier today he trekked out as far as the mountains, and broke off some rocks with his head until some interesting bits (of rock, not his head) dropped off.

With superhuman strength, it doesn't take long to polish them up. The ones for the girls, he carves in the outline of a flower on the surface, and for Atton's he carves in a lightning bolt.

He heads back to the bar to warm up again, before leaving the rocks with Bar.

"The lightning one's for Atton." he says. "The other two are for Alex whatever her last name is - Voss? - and Alana. I know it's a bit of a shit present, but..." he trails off and shrugs.

He goes off to sit by the fire, emptying some more rocks from his pockets onto the floor and shaping them up. He's not sure what for, maybe someone'll buy them off him or something.

the_cupbearer

Ganymede comes into the bar holding a small box wrapped in simple dark blue paper and a golden ribbon, with no note nor address on it; it was sitting outside his door this morning. At the bar he unwraps it carefully to find a small, fine linen pouch and a handful of bleached white bones, parts of their surfaces coated with lustrous gold.

They're astralagi, jackstones used to play a game older than Ganymede himself; with an easy flick of his hand one of the weird sinuous shapes is tossed into the air, coming back down balanced just below his knuckles on the back of his hand. It's an easy game to play, but hard to master; he has time. He may even be at it for a while between cups of strong, spicy and bitter coffee.

guppy_sandhu

Hm, some of the patrons are looking a little... stressed, lately.

Fortunately, it's the first Wednesday of the month.

There are a selection of warm cakes and pies, and hot drinks, and a cosy circle of chairs near the fire.

LIFE SUPPORT

OPEN TO ALL!

COME FOR FREE FOOD AND DRINK AND A CHAT!

[ooc: All welcome! Threadhopping encouraged. All threads will be picked up by at least one of the Life Support Crew.

This post is designed as a break from the elf dolls for those who need it. Please do not bring any elf dolls into this post. Pups welcome to freak out about them at Guppy though, or anyone else who indicates willing!]

guppy_sandhu

There is a circle of chairs by the fire, in a very cosy corner.

In the middle of the circle are large pots of hot, delicious soup, in various flavours. To go with it are crusty bread rolls, if you want them, or croutons.

On the wall next to the group is a sign:

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL
FREE SOUP!

ARE YOU NEW? CONFUSED? ANY PROBLEMS YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT HERE OR AT HOME? WANT TO MAKE SOME NEW FRIENDS? COME JOIN US FOR A CHAT.

[ooc: Again apologies from Guppy-mun for being late with this. Threadhopping encouraged. All loose tags at the bottom will be picked up by at least one of the LS team.]

vyvyan

[not!oom: Vyvyan gets himself medically checked out, and opens up a bit.. Mild bad language.]

guppy_sandhu

The circle of chairs is out. In the middle is a table with a wide selection of food, but most notably a big apple pie, the smell of which is wafting pleasantly across the bar.

Behind the circle, on the wall, is a large sign.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

Do you have worries here or at home?
Thinking of counselling or just looking for an informal chat?
Just want some free food?
Come and join us!

[ooc: Open until the next one, all tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS crew :)]

guppy_sandhu

There's a barbecue going on out back. There are sizzling sausages (normal and veggie) and kebabs and burgers and all sorts of yummy things.

And next to that barbecue, in the sunshine, is the circle of chairs. The sign has blown over at some point, but it's still readable.

Life Support!
Free Food!
And a chat!
Open to All

[ooc: New? Confused? Need someone to chat to? Want to make friends? Open to all, open until the next one, threadhopping encouraged! All tags will be picked up by at least one of the life support team]

is_the_motion

[oom: Closure. The Murdock/Tuttle family welcome Billie, and take her to an important place. TW: references to past infant mortality.]

Bonnie is in the main bar tonight, with the new addition in a pram by her side. Currently, baby Billie is asleep, and Bonnie is making the most of this to catch up on a bit of dinner. Tiring as it is having a newborn, it's bliss being able to move around more normally again.

Plenty of chance to have a peep at the new arrival.

guppy_sandhu

It's a nice warm day today. So in the middle of the circle of chairs is, instead, a selection of ice creams and sorbets, including dairy free and digital and whatever you need.

(Does digital ice cream give you screen freeze? Who knows?)

And of course there's people around if you want or need to talk, and a big sign up.

LIFE SUPPORT

OPEN TO ALL

FREE ICE CREAM

(N.b. There is no Life Support in July)

[ooc: Guppy-mun apologises for the lateness of this, it's been a hard month. All tags will get picked up by at least one of the crew. Threadhopping encouraged!]

hadyougoing

It’s been a little while, to put it mildly. But there’s a brown-haired girl standing at the bar.

She’s wearing jeans, a drapey light cardigan, and a tank that nicely shows off her sparkly necklace (she’s finally learned how to dress to match magical jewelry). She’s also got a package wrapped in soft cloth, which she sets on the counter and tops off with a note.

( For the curious, the note goes something like this. )

When the package and note disappear, Ava slumps forward onto her elbows.

“I guess that’s done,” she says, in the counter’s direction. She breathes in, exhaling on a puff.

It’s okay.

I know who I am.

It’s a little weird being back here, she decides. Like she doesn’t know where her fingers end.

guppy_sandhu

It's been a busy month. Maybe there's a couple people who need a chat tonight?

Fortunately, there's a circle of chairs, with drink and cake.

Life Support
Open To All

[ooc: Open until the next one in approx one month. All tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS team. Threadhopping encouraged]

guppy_sandhu

It's been a rather busy week in the bar, it seems. But now there is a refuge of calm, a circle of chairs, and in the middle a large kettle and several smaller teapots.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

RELAXING TEA EVENING
BRING US YOUR FAVOURITE TEA SUGGESTIONS!

(We have other drinks too, if tea really isn't your thing)

[ooc: I should actually make this the second Tuesday of the month, shouldn't I? Sorry <3. As always threadhopping encouraged and all tags will be tagged by at least one of the Life Support crew.]

sunbaked_baker

(OOM: Rae had tried to sleep that night. She really had.)

Sunshine stumbled through the bar door, looking pale and sick with nerves, and utterly exhausted. Tiny frizzles of red hair were plastered to her temples and the back of her neck with fear sweat, which had dampened the back of her camisole. The sight of the lit bar room startled her and she reflexively shielded her hurting eyes with her hand, squinting against the sudden brightness. She had been expecting her darkened apartment hallway, had been on her way to her kitchen to get a glass of water and make tea, or possibly get some kind of concentrated caffeine IV-drip thing set up in hopes of feeling mostly human and partially awake by the time her SOFs came to pick her up.

Even as her eyes began to adjust, before she was aware of what she was doing, Rae turned and closed the door securely behind her, leaning her forehead against the cool wood. She could feel the solidity of the door, the world kept safely behind it. She even imagined she could feel that world slip away as her hand left the doorknob to press against the door, and it was an almost comforting thought.

She was safe for now.

It would only come back when she was ready.

If she were ever ready.

basic_powers

There's a rush of clattering from inside of the kitchen doors as a certain someone hurriedly gets everything set in order to DO THE THING. It has been way too long since Beauford had a Dual Tending, and being several minutes late isn't helping him any tonight.

The smells coming from inside of the kitchen might be...because there's the tang of good barbeque sauce drifting out from those double doors. All smoke and sweet and a faint hint of spice...

HAPPY HOUR!
Get your food and drink on!
==MEALS==
=Pork=
Caralized Onion Smoked BBQ ribs with sweet potato home fries
Rosemary Pork Roast with garlic mashed potatoes

=Beef=
Asian Steak and Noodle salad (flank steak, seared, marinated, sliced and served on a bed of semsame-ginger-lime noodles with mint, cilantro and peach slices)
Beef Stroganoff: beef tips in a creamy mushroom sauce with thick egg noodles

=Chicken=
Mother-and-Children Donburi (Chicken and egg on rice with pickled veggie side)
Chicken Salad on a toasted Croissant with dill pickle and veggie chips

=Vegetartian=
Forest Veggie Risotto with parmesan cheese (white asparagus, portabella mushrooms, carrots and leek)
Homestyle Four Cheese Mac and Cheese (Parmesan, Cheddar, Gouda and Mascarpone)

=OTHERS=
Skullkicker stew: The hearty stew with just a bit of every kind of meat save the fowl and fish, and plenty of hearty potatoes and veggies! Stock made with apple cider and dark beer!
Godzilla Chili: Available in mere mortal and full furnace spicyness levels.
WARNING: WE ARE NOT JOKING ABOUT THE FULL FURNACE PEOPLE.

==DRINKS==
Watermelon Mojito
Aztec Chocolate Martini
Lemon Lavender Cheesecake Martini
Masked Vigilante

-Half off all tap beers and ciders-
-Eat a bowl of Godzilla Chili at full furnance without flinching and all your drinks tonight are free!-

Your tender is: Beauford Tannen

With a hasty flourish, the harried 20-something man signs his name onto the chalkboard and sets out the tip jar with a heavy clunk.

Soup's ON!

patterns_bloom

Later in the day, after her conversation with X, Alana leaves a note for Gene Hunt.

( Dear Mr. Hunt )

She seats herself on a bar stool and waits, crossing and uncrossing her legs and trying in vain to solve a crossword puzzle.

cutting_edgex23

X is settled at a corner table, computer open and several folders worth of papers scattered across the surface.

Someone, it seems, is looking at chemical composition data and other test results from what she scavenged from the site of the barn fire.

Letting things go has never been part of her genetic make-up.

Or any other part of her, really.

Go figure.

athelstanthescribe

Athelstan is at a booth to one side of the room, with his dog on the floor at his feet and a bottle of something that he's steadily working on, alone.

Some days are good, some days are less so. This is one of the less so, Ragnar is outside somewhere, and he's doing what came to mind to help.

in_revision

Grant Ward would like to officially tell someone 'told you so'. He doesn't really care much who it is at this point, but that last mission was a hot mess from start to finish. Anything that nearly ends up with him being sucked out of an airplane isn't ever going to make it on his favorites list.

So it's a bedraggled Ward that comes into the bar tonight. He's sporting a black eye and nursing what are probably a cracked set of ribs, with his own knuckles battered from the fight.

"..." He pauses, momentarily, to try and remember if he's still wearing a gun or if he left it in his bunk when their reached the Slingshot. No, wearing the gun, even if it doesn't show (damn he loves this coat). Good. If he ends up in the damn lost and found box again, he can make his feelings about it more clearly known.

Now to go find some most-likely-safe alcohol. So much alcohol.

takingthechance

Sam Stewart does not feel particularly glamorous today. In tired brown overalls and a cloth cap she doesn't look particularly glamorous either. Her braid, which at least looked fairly sleek this morning, is now frizzled and starting to pull out where it got caught on part of the engine. She doesn't know it yet but at some point today, she streaked engine grease down her cheek. She doesn't pause when she comes in, but makes straight for the Bar. Now there's a Sam, with a bacon butty and a cup of tea, doing her damnedest not to inhale either and having a rough go of it.

i_am_your_host

They make a perfect pair of opposites when they approach the piano -- one waifish with long blond hair dressed in a colorful, flowing tunic; the other a jet-black haired imp in a pinstriped waistcoat and tuxedo trousers cut off at the knee.

As Sinric sits down on the bench, the Master of Ceremonies stands beside the piano.

"Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, ladies...and gentlemen," he says in a genial tone to anyone who will listen. "The song I am about to sing to you tonight is about a lady of the evening, with holes in her dress, a sickly constitution, and listlessness in her eyes -- and the man who thinks that she is the most beautiful woman in the world."

( Read more... )

[OOC: Tags get two pups, get 'em while they're hot! And while they're online at the same time in vastly different time zones!]

[ETA: Slowtime in effect. Still open to new threads through the weekend or whenever! Thank you all!]

guppy_sandhu

In the main bar there is a tray of cupcakes. Some are brightly coloured, some decorated with flowers, some look more like puppies or bunnies, or owls.

Around the table of cupcakes are some comfy chairs, and on the wall behind is a sign:

Life Support
Open to all!
New? Confused? Problems at home or here? Come and chat!

[ooc: All welcome, threadhopping encouraged. All tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS team. Open until the next one in approx. 1 month.]

notabricklayer

Sometimes, McCoy is pretty damn sure there are gods in this universe.

He's sure of that because he's also pretty damn sure they're all pissed at him for something. What that something might be, they're not telling, but definitely something. How else do you explain an outbreak of Rigellian Fever (damn thing mutated since the last vaccine, didn't anyone think to post warnings?), a breakdown in the gravitational systems in half of the lower decks (so many concussions and broken bones, he'll be seeing bone shards in his sleep) on top of contamination ruining his latest round of experiments and the quarterly controlled medication count being due?

He sure wishes those damned gods would just fess up to what they're in a snit about so he can get on with the apologizing. Maybe by murdering a bottle of bourbon.

So with all of that going on, you'll forgive him for looking highly untrusting as he walks through the door. His luck has been far too horrible lately for this to do anything but end in tears.

Still.

Bar has better bourbon than he does.

And he won't have to hide it from Spock. Small mercies.

patterns_bloom

Alana's downstairs today, seated in a corner booth and reviewing her case notes. She's in a comfortable navy blue pencil skirt and a pair of red heels, to emphasize the blend of red and blue in her blouse. The people in handcuffs don't escape her notice, but she pays the Milliways weird du jour no attention.

What she does pay attention to, even more than her case notes, is her door, which she keeps glancing at and subsequently tearing her gaze away.

[OOC: Millitimed to around the handcuffs plot.]