milliways_bar | Entries tagged with gavin darklighter

jawaswag.livejournal.com

Gavin is bored. It's still too cold outside (cold enough to make him homesick for Tatooine again) and he had just spent the last two hours practicing on the simulators upstairs. He almost completed the Death Star run today. ~~He did, though, get further than his cousin ever did. Not that Gavin's proud of that or anything.~~ Now, now he was bored.

And hungry.

So when he had gone to Bar for a nerfburger, a random magazine appeared (US Weekly for those curious). It looks like an Earther magazine, and there are squiggly letters on it he can't entirely read.

But the pictures are amusing. He thinks. Earthers wear funny clothing.

jawaswag.livejournal.com

See, there's a reason you haven't seen Gavin around the bar lately. It's because, believe it or not, the kid finally went home. Back to Coruscant to face his demons in the form of Asyr's death. It was a lot easier than he ever thought it would be. Maybe because all this time in Milliways let him finally move on. And maybe because he knew he had Atton back there waiting for him.

So, Gavin went back. But Gavin also came back here. After all, if Wes always goes back and forth between Coruscant and Milliways, why can't he?

He went home again last night, just for a few days. Just long enough to buy a couple of things that he knew he wouldn't find here (and to avoid any upcoming missions with Rogue Squadron).

And now he's back again, sitting at a booth with a couple of wrapped packages, looking for someone in particular. Gavin, overall, rather likes this new freedom of his.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton comes down the stairs, placing a bag of very poorly wrapped gifts on the Bar and watching them vanish.

That done, he heads over to a booth to try and make a tower out of crackers. It keeps falling down, and for some reason, Atton appears shocked by this every time it happens.

Botherable.

velocitygirl

It's a little later when she comes back down, a yipping puppy in her arms and a duffel flung over her shoulder and a stack of notes in her hand.

Impersonal notes. Just information. She sets them down and gives Bar the names of who they're for.

And then she stares at the door. Then glances back to the infirmary. She absentmindedly ties Wyn's leash to the bar for a moment, and disappears through the sickbay's door. A quick kiss on the cheek for Face and a squeeze of his hand as he sleeps, and she comes back out again.

Gets her things. And walks out the door. Almost wishing she'd never walk in again. She knows it won't happen that way.

( Note for Wedge Antilles, Biggs Darklighter, Gavin Darklighter, Face Loran, Wes Janson, Shalla Nelprin, Atton Rand, Hobbie Klivian, Tycho Celchu )

jawaswag.livejournal.com

When he came down to get breakfast this morning, the last thing Gavin expected to see come with his nerf eggs and toast was a note.

Old enemies? Don't shoot? Emperor's black bones, what's going on?

So now there's a confused farmboy, thoroughly ignoring his breakfast and staring at the note in front of him instead. It's confusing, to say the least.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sat in a booth, looking slightly floppy and tired, cigarra in mouth, shuffling a deck of pazaak cards absent-mindedly, while his socks slump next to him, looking altogether a bit miffed at the whole situation.

Botherable.

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar, in an armchair, reading a datapad. Her arms, both of them, are wrapped in gauze, and anytime she touches them, she winces.

She's botherable, however.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

At an undisclosed table, there sits all the mun's pups except for Chloe, who was fortunate enough to get her own entrance post before the evil urgings of two muns (who shall not remain nameless, Cati and Eric!) talked this mun into posting all her remaining pups in at once.

So, we have a Jaina, sitting there sipping a hot cocoa (it's cold on Csilla after all) with Kettch, who she found sitting on top of some junk in the storage room back home. She's looking everywhere but the bulletin board; wary of any more friends' deaths.

There's also a Gavin, talking sort of animatedly with a Zekk, while Klinger, dressed in his finest silk nightgown stares warily at Kate, eating a salad. Finally, there is a Darman sitting by the very edge of the table, watching the door for ~~Etain~~ his vode.

Please, feel free to tag one or all. The mun will be in and out packing, and probably glaring at certain names on her buddy list.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's fiddling with his lightsaber, readjusting things, prodding buttons on it. Somehow, he's managed to get a smear of oil on his face, which is a bit odd, considering his lightsaber doesn't use oil in any part of it, and there's nothing containing oil anywhere nearby.

There's a discarded datapad nearby, entitled 'My Life as a Stabby-Taunty-Thing.' It's by Jorak Uln.

He's very adamantly not reading it.

treadingturds.livejournal.com

Sitting at the bar, is a crowd of people.

This crowd includes Mercutio and Valentine of Verona, sharing a decanter of wine. It includes Aeryn Sun, drinking quietly near the edge. It includes Richard Sharpe, Jack Harkness and Angelina Johnson, passing around a bottle of something strong. It includes Wes Janson, and... whatever it is he's drinking. And Jocasta Wiggs, who is quiet happy with her own wine, thank you very much.

They're well on their way to really rather squiffy.

Eight muns. Eight pups. Tag one, tag all. Just don't expect coherency.

jawaswag.livejournal.com

It's really, really big. Big and blue and Gavin still can't seem to get over the size of it, even nearly a year later.

Tatooine is a desert planet and Coruscant a city planet. Neither of the places he's called home have ever possessed bodies of water this vast. So maybe his amazement is understandable. Or maybe it's just a silly farmboy pilot type thing.

Either way, there is a Gavin walking along the edge of the lake, often stopping to just enjoy the view.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sitting in a booth. He's trying to write a note, but somehow, he's ended up juggling. The mun has no idea how this happened.

So, there's one Atton inna bar, sitting and juggling, with a discarded note on the table, his journal and a datapad entitled '101 Rainy Day Activities of the Environmentally Friendly Sith' By Jorak Uln.

jawaswag.livejournal.com

Gavin hasn't exactly been feeling all that great since Atton came back a few days ago. Those feelings of fear and worry and fear haven't gone away yet. Atton can't remember. How can he not remember him? Gavin knows it's because of the amnesia, but he can't get over how much it hurts.

It's like losing ~~Asyr~~ someone all over again, but this time, the person in question isn't dead. In fact, he's sitting right over there, within clear view from Gavin's booth.

That actually may be the reason why the pizza on the table is mostly turning cold right now, instead of being eaten.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Atton dreams and shortly after waking up is given gifts.]

Atton stumbles into the bar, staring around and steadying himself on the wall as the door closes behind him. He looks subtly different than when he left - unarmed, completely bewildered, staring round with wide eyes and gaping. The ring finger on his left hand is missing and he's clutching a bag like it might vanish at any moment.

For the moment, he seems unable to move. Shock'll do that to a person.

[Plotlocked.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sitting in a booth, with a packed bag to one side of him, head bowed and shuffling pazaak cards. He may not even notice he's doing it. He's a tiny bit pale, and he's biting his lip slightly, but you'd have to get up close to really notice that.

There's alcohol on the table, but it looks like it hasn't been drunk at all, and a notepad with several half completed notes.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sprawled in a booth, taking up as much space as is humanly possible. He has a notebook in one hand and is writing in it, slowly and thoughtfully, and every now and then he'll break into a manic frenzy of crossing things out.

just_the_doctor

Word Problem time!

Time Lord + tea + Observation Window = Contented Time Lord (solve for tea)

He hasn't seen Rose since they got here, but he's not surprised. Between there being so much for her to see and people for her to meet, and the fact that she's probably loving the time not cooped up with him, he's not actually expecting to see her for a bit. And that's okay. Because there's still a few people here that he hasn't caught up with since returning, either.

(Not to mention, one or two things that he doesn't want to have to tell her just yet, anyway.)

jawaswag.livejournal.com

Unaware of certain discussions that may or may not involve him, there is a Gavin at a booth, playing a game on his datapad and snacking on pizza. He's determined to win this round of sabacc, but the boy's never been ver good at the game.

Still, he has pizza. Mmm pizza.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sitting in a booth, reading a datapad with something between complete interest and utter horror. Occasionally he'll wrinkle his nose and make a comment like 'That's just nasty' or 'Oh, kriff, no, that shouldn't go there!' He's also absent-mindedly laying out a variety of weapons on the table - including, but not limited to, blasters, knives, grenades and odd things that look like corkscrews. They probably are corkscrews.

undignified

[OOM: Twenty-one pilots (plus one geekboy benefactory) in one room = best squadron briefing ever. Rated C for Crack, P for Pastries, and W for Whoa, the cleaning crew's not gonna like that mess. (Mun loves you all.)]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

There's an Atton, at a booth, looking glum and, perhaps surprisingly, deep in thought, shuffling pazaak cards and sipping something green. Probably lomin ale.

undignified

Sneaking through the bar, clutching a tin containing a mix of yellow and black paint and looking around carefully for a certain target is--

...a man in white armour that may look familiar to a lot of people.

He's doing his best not to be seen, but stealth was never one of the considering factors in designing stormtrooper armour.

Perhaps it should be noted that while the average height of a trooper is 1.83m, Wes Janson is 1.70m.

'm just sayin'.

[ooc: ... :D Feel free to tag with "wtf", but don't expect much of a response. and yes -- he's in full armour, though without the blaster. :)]

velocitygirl

Inyri has tea. And an armchair. And a puppy.

Yay!

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[His leaving handwaved for happening earlier today. OOM: Atton gets money, a fake ID, and then blows somebody up along with a couple of buildings.]

Atton enters the bar, his shirt (and some of his hair, but he has no idea how it got there) a little bloody. Soaked in blood, really. Despite this, he's grinning quite cheerfully as he puts a couple of credit chips down on the Bar and pays off both his tab and Gavin's tab. He quickly orders a drink and a new shirt and heads over to a booth.

He doesn't drink. He just sits there, grinning like a loon and humming a tune that, if it had words, would be 'I payed my tab, I payed my tab.'

((~~I'm off for a while, but tag and I'll pick them up later.~~ And back.))