milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sallie reynolds

OOM: Peaceful wealth, or painful toil,
Chance of war, or civil broil,
'Tis not for man's feeble race
These to shun, or those embrace.
But that all-disposing Fate
Which presides o'er mortal state,
Where it listeth, casts its shroud
Of impenetrable cloud.

The Cloud of Fate by: Bacchylides (5th century B.C.)
translated by John Herman Merivale

(OOC: Warning for references to war in the second link.)

balancingminds

Its raining on both sides of Charles' door, which is making him miss Oxford but also Westchester and Iris.

There's nowhere in the CIA building where he can properly curl up with a book and a cup of tea.

At least in Milliways, he can be by the fire with the scientific journal he borrowed from Hank and his tea while watching for rainbows through the back door.

(OOC: Charles is passively listening to thoughts, please include your characters' thoughts in narration or include why he wouldn't be able to hear them. All threads happen before the one with Sallie. Thank you.)

for_his_friends

Remus came back into the bar around the time the moon vanished and the sky started lightening this morning, and went straight upstairs to sleep.

(Exhaustion is, sometimes, a wonderful thing, when it lets you sleep even with a very full brain.)

He makes his way back downstairs many hours later, and asks Bar for a cup of tea and maybe a couple of chocolate biscuits.

Bar instead presents him with a tray containing an entire pot of tea, a dozen sandwiches piled on a plate, what must be three or four servings of chips, a platter of pasties (of both the Cornish and pumpkin variety), several oranges, a large plate of chocolate biscuits, some Eccles cakes, a massive serving of apple crumble, a few chocolate frogs, and a custard tart.

"Er."

It looks, in all honestly, like exactly the sort of "throw that on there, too" tray Sirius likes to get from the house elves the day after a full moon – generously if haphazardly filled with food.

"Thank you."

He carries the fairly heavy tray over to a nearby table, selects a cheese-and-pickle sandwich and sits staring at the back of an Uric the Oddball chocolate frog card.

realmrsreynolds

Old lady by the fireplace, about ready to doze off.

If you're close enough, she'll probably wake up - but she'll have to pull out her iPod earbuds first.

realmrsreynolds

Sallie is in the bar, working on keeping up her books - records in Milliways are always a little bit...fluid.

And, if she's trying to keep an eye out for a sight of the person of interest from the other days green-shaped events, so much the better.

[ooc: keeping an eye out for bruce, but anyone is welcome.]

gavemea_45

Since finding out just how much more quickly time's been passing here than back in their world, Sam's been brooding over a way to make that work for him.

There has to be a way. There has to.

(And if this is more of the Trickster's BS, he swears to himself that he'll find a way to gank him for good.)

In the meantime, he's got coffee, his hunter's journal (open to a blank page on which he's doodling arcane symbols in the margin) and a table to himself -- at least for the moment.

mnt_raph

Raph is seated at Bar in his usual spot. In one hand he has a plastic bottle of water, by his other is his stein filled to the brim with his favorite brew. Around his neck hangs his Security badge.

He looks a little...confused, if we're to be honest.

realmrsreynolds

[ooc: Maybe it's a cosmic hint to do something.]

thekidfrombrooklyn

Steve Rogers, sometimes known as Captain America, is drawing at the bar. The subject matter?

...well, you should probably ask him if you want to know.

It might even be you.

By the fireplace, Bilbo Baggins is blowing smoke rings. The high ceiling of the bar is perfect for them to float up and away.

As lovely as Rivendell is, one does rather get tired of flute music and waterfalls and just want an honest mug of ale.

Also by the fireplace, Lydia is studying archaic Latin (classical got boring) and trying not to cough pointedly at the little fellow who's smoking.

Ew.

At one of the tables, the Ice King is scribbling and chortling to himself.

"And then Fiona said," he mutters as he scribbles, "'Oh, Ice King, you're so big and strong! I want to kiss you forever and forever!"

He pauses a moment, then chortles again and writes, talking to himself as he does so, "And then Baron OrangePuss burst into the room with a mighty cry of 'Inconceivable!!!"

He adds a few more exclamation points to make it more exciting!

Curled up in a booth, Merlin is absolutely not sleeping under the Big Book of Magic. Nope. He is not napping, catching some Zs, or letting Mr. Sandman bring him a dream.

It only looks that way.

[ooc: Let me know who you want. ~~Open until it scrolls.~~ Slowtime invoked for sleep and day job.]

realmrsreynolds

[The lakeside: Awkward.]

balancingminds

As Charles was feeling in the mood to read something different, he asked Bar for a recommendation and she gave him a book that grabbed his attention.

She gave him a fantasy book that deals with some familiar themes and has given him some ideas for approaching the world. As Bar likes to protect her patrons, its in a blank cover that doesn't show what it is. Since the weather is nice, he's reading outside by the garden with an iced tea as he reads.

(OOC: Charles is listening passively as he's concentrating more on reading. Please let me know your character's thoughts in the narration or why Charles wouldn't be able to hear them. Thank you. I am done with the school year! This is open until it scrolls. All threads are set before the one with Sallie.)

realmrsreynolds

Impromptu old lady behind the bar.

Happy Father's Day, Milliways!

All dads drink half off.

It would be free, but well...someone's got to charge something around here, after all.

[ooc: open until probably after True Blood.]
[edit: closed to new threads. <33 night!]

realmrsreynolds

[OOM: So remember what I was like when I started teaching? Yeah.

Five months later, here's what Splinter got Sallie for her birthday.]

ostro_goth

( To Mike, Sallie Reynolds, Melaka Fray )

mnt_mike

[Sometime last Wednesday Mike discovered an Operator Symbol in the grain of Bar's top.
Then...things went poorly for him.

Thankfully, he has amazing friends.]

young_tmriddle

In the House of Arch, old friends reunite after life got in the way for awhile.

thekidfrombrooklyn

It's time to go back. There's a world that needs saving, and while Steve has enjoyed a few days of indulgence, his call to duty is stronger.

He has a few things to drop off first. The key to the room he ended up barely using--"I know, I know," he says to the Bar--and then a few envelopes.

( Ellen Park )

( Sallie Reynolds )

( Orpheus )

With that, Steve pulls down his cowl, picks up his shield, and goes through the door.

thekidfrombrooklyn

[OOM: "Got to have a destination if you're looking to set a course."

Or, when Steve seeks advice, Sallie is happy to oblige.]

mnr_splinter

Splinter's not sure how long the strange little orange men who live in the walls have been working on what ever it is that they're working on, but if their count down is any indication, there are 867,530 bottles of beer left on the wall.

What wall? He has no idea, but it surely it is a rather vast one to hold so many empty green and brown bottles.

From his favorite meditation spot he has a perfect view of the island in the Lake where they're placing the bottles mosaic-style into wet cement. Already some spiral patterns are emerging, and Splinter has no doubt that the structure well be quite lovely when it is completed.

thekidfrombrooklyn

Steve came to Milliways on purpose this time.

He's outside by the lake, sitting on a rock near the shore. (in the back of his mind, it may be because he has no desire to run into the vampire again.) He's working on preliminary sketches for three different drawings, and singing to himself in a passable baritone.

The first is an oceanscape--the Pacific Ocean on a fine day, the waves rolling to a nearly empty beach. Only one dark-haired figure is one the shore.

The second is a play on one of the Captain America trading cards, with YOU CAN DO IT written at the top in large, friendly letters.

The third, his current project, is of a young man playing guitar. It's the most intense of them all, with dark lines and negative space. The musician's expression is as focused as Steve's.

As he draws, Steve sings under his breath, "'Night and day, you are the one, only you beneath the moon and under the sun...in the roaring traffic's boom or the silence of my lonely room, I think of you...night and day...'"

[ooc: Open all day, though I will be in and out periodically.]

[tiny tag: the Huntsman]

seat_five_girl

After this, and after this, but not too much, because Ako is beter about these sorts of things than the narration, there is a note left with Bar-san. There is a far larger stack of paper that is stuffed into the fire covered in scratched out rough drafts.

( The note reads... )

the_huntsman

The Huntsman's been working in the forge with Teja all morning, earning coin for ale. Well, technically for food and lodgings, but since he's sleeping in the forest, drink is what he'll spend it on.

Unluckily for him, the Bar has other plans. A napkin appears on the table, with a very lifelike sketch of the Huntsman, standing behind the bar, a towel over one shoulder, handing a flagon to someone.

...he assumes that means that Bar would like him to take over for a while. He'd been warned this might happen.

"Now?" He asks, glaring at the bar. Another napkin appears, with the same image, drawn darker and more roughly. Sighing, Eric crumples it up, and shrugs off his coat as he steps behind the bar. His axes are stashed away, knives too. He can't write, any more than he can read, but he manages to draw pictures of the specials he's offering:

A flagon of ale, foam looking more like a cloud on top.
A glass full of clear amber liquid, poured from a square bottle with a black label.
A wineglass, half-full of red liquid.

Ale, Jack Daniels, and a bottle of red wine chosen at random, are the Huntsman's specials.

It's happy hour, folks.

[ooc: tinytag! The Huntsman

Open until it falls off the page, slowtime likely after midnight GMT.

Aaand we have slowtime. Bed beckons me, ducklings. Thanks to all the pups who've tagged so far - you're all wonderful. <3]

realmrsreynolds

Come and help yourself!
Scrambled Eggs
Bacon/Turkey Bacon
Watermelon/Cantaloupe
Pancakes
Pork Sausage
Bagels
Oatmeal

Sallie sets out the last serving tray along the bartop next to the dishes and silverware.

What? Sallie had a few hours' time on her hands. Come take advantage.

[ooc: Come have breakfast. Threadhopping encouraged, but Sallie will tag all comers if wanted.]

makesmeatease

It's been a while since Inara has stepped into Milliways, but it is a welcome distraction. She smiles fondly at the familiar sight. After stopping at Happy Hour, she finds her way to the couches near the Observation Window, happy to just lounge about for a while.

thekidfrombrooklyn

[OOM: We'll face any threat, no matter the size.
And they will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of hell.
You win wars with guts.
To the little guys.
Stay who you are. A good man.]

It's been a strange week for Steve Rogers.

Coming through the door to Milliways--unexpectedly, too--makes him sag with relief. Even if he has to reintroduce himself to people or explain why he looks so different, it's still like coming home.

He sits at the bar. "Hello, ma'am. It's Steve. Do you have schnapps from a city called Ausberg in Germany?"

She does, and as if she knows what he needs right now, provides both bottle and glass, as well as a red-white-and-blue frosted birthday cupcake.

The cupcake makes him smile. He'll eat it later. First, Steve pours himself a drink and raises it in silent salute to the late Dr. Abraham Erskine.

[ooc: ~~I need to call slowtimes on all threads. My internet connection is being too unreliable to keep going right now.~~ And now it's working again. Please allow for it to fail again, since it's been doing it all day.]