milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lilly kane

[It was a lovely party, but then Puck got a little over-enthusiastic in his hosting and now the devil wants to meet Blodwen Reynolds. He also wants cake. And probably death.

Later, the Goodfellow(Vetinari)-Kanes come up with a plan to keep the children safe in their own special way.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

The Good People, as a rule, do not have the saying "Never let evil ruin your party."

But Puck personally finds it a most worthy and excellent motto.

Therefore today, out on the beach, there is what looks suspiciously like a birthday party for two human toddlers and a squid.

Head on out! (But you better hurry, or Puck will eat all the cake.)

puckishly.livejournal.com

The invitation is strictly addressed to Nita Callahan, Duo Maxwell, Ingress (and family), Sir Alanna and family, Jack Green and family, Mary Lennox, Lorne, Coyote, River Tam, Raven, Sam Linnifer, Mike, Aslan the Lion, and DEATH.

( It's a piece of pink-lined stationery, bearing a very curious message ... )

[ooc: If you would like your character to be present at said party, feel free to say your character got an invite! It's open to everyone and we welcome all comers. The post should go up on Saturday; tagging in and slowtimes will continue roughly forever. Also if you think you should get an invite based on your friendship with any of these characters ... you're probably right. So come crash!]

mnt_mike

Strange things are afoot at the ~~Circle K~~ Bar at the End of the Universe.
The door to the Staff Hallway is propped open and the hallway itself is lined with balloons of the purple, silver, and the brightest of orange. Music of the dance variety can be heard reverberating down the hall. The smell of tasty and delectable deliciousness hangs heavy in the air.

Outside festivity also abounds. The beach surrounding the Caribbean Inlet is dotted with Tiki torches, and a rather sizable bonfire pit appears to have been freshly excavated.

Come one!
Come all!
Eat, Drink, and be Merry for tomorrow the Universe ends....every hour on the hour.... just like yesterday.

oneman_onevote

Thunk.

Another day, another tree-trunk having knives thrown at it.

Havelock doesn't usually do this in the middle of the day, it has to be said, but it's good for his flexibility. It probably isn't so good for someone with skin that pale to be out in bright sunshine for too long, but that seems to have passed him by.

Another knife hits, narrowly missing the previous one.

At least he's thowing knives about accurately.

awesome_lilly

Lilly is not actually a bartender. This has never stopped her from wandering behind Bar and fixing her own drinks, looking around for baked goods Mike might have left there, snacking from the prepared garnishes, etc.

Tonight, as Wall-E is not in bar and she's kinda bored, she rummages through the Lost and Found box.

"Huh."

It's a sceptre with sand in it. Lilly has always kinda been drawn to glittery symbols of power. Also beaches. There's a note attached that says Have fun, love Renet.

Lilly shakes it experimentally, watching the sands shift and idly wishing she were a a real beach, somewhere tropical maybe.... and then she's gone.

And then she's back, and grinning, and her toes are sandy.

"This is awesome."

She snags some napkins, and writes two quick notes:
( Dear Mike )
( Dear everybody )

Lilly glances around the bar, smiling, and lays a hand on Bar.

"I'm heading out for a bit. Keep a margarita ready for me, okay?"

One more look... and she's gone again.

[ooc: sort of a final exit post, kinda, as per back room]

realmrsreynolds

[OOM: In the brothel, Sallie sees Lilly for advice, which is 70 to 75% less helpful than Sallie had hoped for, but at least the alcohol is nice.]

cutting_edgex23

X is downstairs after another shift at the nightclub, one iPod earbud in her ear. She's listening to the Black Water CD that Eddie Toren sent her. Lilly had to show her how to transfer the music--some things still do not come naturally.

Give it time.

She's also finishing her dinner, namely a bowl of soup and a half sandwich. It's not really diner food, but she likes it anyway.

In a few minutes she'll order a refill on her glass of milk.

still-a-cop.livejournal.com

A few hours later, Charlie Crews wakes up under a bush with a goose egg and no underwear.

"Ow."

Trees are very helpful.

He pulls himself up, slowly, and snaps off a sizeably leafy branch.

Poking at his head, he wobbles inside, covered -- in the front, at least -- and muttering to himself. "Gonna have to explain to Ted. Don't want to explain to Ted -- "

Instead of going out the front door -- maybe it's that he's addled; maybe it's that he doesn't want to explain to Ted -- he stumbles down the corridor that leads to the infirmary.

always-okay.livejournal.com

Forget Simon Lehane -- the glasses and suit are nowhere to be seen. 494 is prowling through the bar in his fatigues, looking--

Well--

Looking.

He should be compiling his report. Sandoval and the rest of Manticore will want to hear how the dinner went. And 494 went off with Rachel and they k--

He can't include that in the report. It's not. It's not part of his mission. It's not mission-acceptable behavior.

(It's not anything anyone ever warned him about either.)

[tinytag: x5-494 (alec)]

11:34 CST: Oof. I am lame with the awakefulness. Slowtime = love = you guys?

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: Pursuant to a certain conversation with a certain Lucifer, Puck goes about procuring threesome participants for Lilly.

Things don't turn out exactly as he planned. Insofar as he had a plan.

Featuring drunken Tony Stark, unwontedly innocuous Lilly, and a very perplexed Alanna.]

hadyougoing

Ava's starting to become mildly concerned by the fact that the mysterious door out of here has yet to appear. Sure, the magical now-you-see-it-now-you-don't beach is awesome, and unlimited access to virtually anything definitely isn't about to get old ... but there's this thing where she's supposed to be killing Sam and Jake so she can help lead an army of demons? Admittedly she's hazy on the specifics, but duty calls and all that.

You know how it is.

(Plus, it's really hard to get that sulfur smell out of fabric. Maybe Andrew has dry-cleaning tips.)

So she's sitting at a table by the door, sipping iced coffee and wondering with some anxiety exactly how long you're supposed to stay stuck here before you can leave.

notapurpledino.livejournal.com

Barney was sitting at a booth, smug with himself. He'd infected the bar with 'Let's Go To The Mall', and so far, he's not gotten in any trouble for it.

Right now, he was watching the bar at large like a hawk for any eligible ladies. He still had a 'to-do list' to finish, after all.

[tiny tag: Barney Stinson]

[ooc: I might disappear for a couple hours to see a movie. Maybe. But open for tags til this disappears off the front page!]

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

Lunchtime. Thank goodness. Inara is starving, her stomach occasionally making embarrassing grumbling noises as she makes her way to an open seat at the bar.

She quickly dives in to her soup and sandwich, people-watching between bites, her favorite relaxing activity at Milliways. Come say hi!

[ooc: Mun is at work, so apologies for slow tags! Need a diversion before html breaks my brain :D]

nexttimebaby

Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes is confused on several accounts, but he's very certain of one thing: The airplane he's stepping out of did not just land in a bar.

Standing in the doorway in service dress uniform, Rhodey slowly slides his sunglasses down his nose, but that doesn't change a damn thing. The bustling bar where the loading ramp of a C-17 ought to be is still in front of him. Where he should be seeing runway, squat buildings, maybe a little east coast sun, there are people lined up at the bar, sitting at tables, walking around.

This isn't right. This is so many levels of not right.

As he belatedly reaches up and pulls off his garrison cap, movement slow and stunned, he mutters, "What the hell?"

[tag: tony stark]

[ETA, 4 A.M. EST: HOLY CRUD, GUYS. Gone; will pick up all threads at soonest possible opportunity! *flails happily and speeds to bed*]

always-okay.livejournal.com

He knew there was a piano in here. It just didn't mean anything to him yet.

Except the stakes have been altered now. 494 is a music teacher. He's Simon Lehane, virtuoso pianist. He looks the part, too: the door brought him in straight from recon at the Berrisford residence. Suit, tie, glasses, shined shoes—there's nothing extraordinary about this young man, on his own.

Except for how he plays the piano now. It's with precision and deftness, but no emotion.

This isn't music, this is weapons training.

[tinytag: x5-494 (alec), ava wilson]

ETA Aaaand tag limit for me, thank you all!

12:30 CDT Oog. Must sleep. Slowtime = love = you guys. Victory arms!

Current Music: Chopin, "Etude in E major Op. 10. No 3"

awesome_lilly

A girl walks into a bar with a squid in a bucket and sits down at a table.

Sure, it sounds like the start of a great joke, but Lilly really really feels like the punchline right about now.

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

The door, when it opens, gives an unusually audible click. And another when it closes.

"Point taken," Lucifer murmurs.

His hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment, his face taking in the room with no change in expression, and then he heads over to a spare table. The hems of his trousers skim the floor and gather dust on either side of his feet, and his eyes are a dark, inscrutable, Antarctic blue.

He hasn't changed, to look at.

[OOC: Due to the fact that the mun, unlike her character, is only mortal, I'm going to request that you only tag this post if your character already knows Lucifer. My apologies; he'd make a poor new acquaintance, anyway, as this is something of a one-off :)]

young_tmriddle

Tom is in need of some relaxation and distraction. Just a little bit, mind you.

Sometimes all you need is a little scotch.

And good company of course.

wheelsy_sheriff

[OOM: Millitimed to the last day of Cubefall:

Divorce, that Bwessed Awwangement.]

Bill has been in a seemingly endless good mood the past week since his divorce finally went through. Things back home have kept him busy and out of Milliways but tonight the front door opens to the sounds of rain, shouts, laughter and Bill Pardy marching in.

He's in uniform, drenched and covered in mud with his cap in hand, grinning as he yells over his shoulder, "Ya'll are a buncha damn morons and I feel sorry for your mommas!"

Laughing he swipes his arm across his face and turns around, surprised at his surroundings as the door closes behind him.

"Oh, damn." He wasn't planning on coming in just yet, especially not muddy and dripping. He'd wanted to get fixed up first, see.

Deciding he can get what he needs for back in Wheelsy here and take a real quick break he heads to the counter and sits down. "Bar, can I get a couple big bags of kitty litter? And a towel."

[tiny tag: Kate Warner]

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: Puck was not having a good day even before he ran into River, which doesn't exactly help things given that they determine he's going into labor. Lilly and Havelock are fetched, and our heroes prepare to make with the baby-making!

... Things don't exactly go smooth.

Warning: Threads contain live births, drugging of loved ones, psychedelic glamors, uncooperative elevators, gratuitous cookie-flinging, several incarnations of Jesus, heckling, mockery, fainting spells, and declarations of love. Proceed at own risk.]

smallestopener

OOM: On Sunday, May 25th, Ingress had a wonderful ninth birthday party.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM-but-not: In which information gathering and promotions are not mutually exclusive.]

awesome_lilly

[OOMS: Lilly catches up with the Winchester brothers: In a shocking twist, she and Dean drink and talk a lot!

Some time later, in an actual twist, she gets serious with Sam about the care and treatment of dead blonde ex-girlfriends.]

hero_farmboy

A note was left at the bar a few days ago, addressed simply to "Lilly": ( because like Clark should be expected to remember all her last names )

Today, the man who left the note is sitting near the observation window not drinking the cup of coffee on the table beside him. Occasionally, he absently rubs a hand over his left upper arm and frowns.