milliways_bar | Entries tagged with tess mercer

Jim actually returned to the bar a couple of weeks ago, but coming back to reality was gross enough without adding human interaction to the mix. He also caught a cold, which was reason enough to stay in bed and pretend none of this was happening.

But this morning, the walls were suddenly too close together. So he got up, showered and shaved, and drifted into his dressing room to find something appropriate to wear. This is why he is now downstairs in an exquisite Hugo Boss suit, groomed and coiffured, sitting neatly at a table with a coffee. He could be in an ad for gentleman's grooming were it not for the supercilious curve of his lips. Not that he's inflicting it on the room; no, he has the bar's remote control in his hand and he's flicking through endless channels on the main TV. Flick. Flick. Flick. He knows he'll stumble across the feed from home eventually.

have_no_mercy

Tess is curled up on a couch with a cup of coffee and a newspaper. She's trying to pretend there isn't a puppy on the floor below her, chewing on a high end non-squeaky toy.

But there is.

cottoncandypink

At some point during the quiet hours of the night, Wilford heads up to the bar to leave some items. It's a bit early, but he doesn't want one of them in particular hanging around the house any longer than necessary.

( Guppy )

( Barry )

( Jim )

( Tess )

Once he leaves everything with the bar, Wilford heads back through the door.

[ooc: Reactions only.]

have_no_mercy

Tess stands by the observation window, eyes glowing blue and her hair whipping around her. A tightly coiled tornado whirls in her immediate vicinity, though no one will come to harm unless they try to touch her.

Which possibly isn't the best of ideas. She's in a mood.

cottoncandypink

[oom: Tess visits Los Santos. It does not go exactly to plan.

Temporary death and typical Los Santos mayhem in the thread.]

just_cant_lose

A young Jim Moriarty enters the bar looking thoughtful today. He's dressed like a student, carrying a bookbag and with (fake) glasses on his nose. He takes a coffee from Bar and goes to sit by the Observation Window, but he doesn't look out of it. He empties the bag of its contents, and sits there looking at that instead.

It's money. A thick stack of fifty pound notes, easily making the tens of thousands. Jim...doesn't look happy about it, or dismissive, or much of anything really. Faintly quizzical, perhaps. After a while he draws his knees up to his chest and puts his chin on them, still watching the pile like it might stand up and do something interesting.

cottoncandypink

Halloween is a tricky holiday. It's the day when all the evil of the world pops out of the ground to say hello. It's also a pretty big party holiday, and for some reason the day people let their kids run around and take candy from strangers. Michael is way too young for anything like that, so he's at home, inside, safely locked away inside.

Wilford, on the other hand, has finished up his ADR for the day and made sure nobody wants him for anything. The door catches him off-guard as he goes to find a party he can crash. But why go crash a party when he can set up his own right here?

The first thing he does is rounds up a couple of rats, explains his plan, and passes them each $100 to get their motivation going. Once they rush back to the kitchen, Wilford starts setting up the rest.

HALLOWEEN HAPPY HOUR PARTY

Tricks	Treats
Drinking Contest - $5 Buy-in	Beers on tap
Survive the blue stuff - DRINK FREE	Pumpkin Pie
Candy Blind Bag	Baesuk
Teach me a new drink	Apple Pie à la mode, served with Apple Pie à la mode
$1 Mystery	Fish Bread
Bartender's Choice	Spiced Mead

With that taken care of, Wilford mixes himself a drink and settles in for the evening.

[ooc: Happy Halloween! Thread hop, have a party, have fun! I'll be around until the kids start knocking on the door.]

just_cant_lose

Jim was having another perfectly idyllic day, and then he remembered he had to show up here for his three-day thing. Which okay, fine, he can do that. But then he walks in and augh, what the fuck has been happening? He's assailed with memories of that idiot musician and his stupid, stupid decisions.

This puts him in a bad mood. That's why he doesn't immediately turn around and head back out, because better to inflict it on the people here than Sherlock. He orders a big fruity drink from Bar, with umbrellas, and chunks of pineapple, and cherries, because nothing says 'I hate this' like a big fruity drink, right?

Bleurgh.

just_cant_lose

This year, things are a bit different for Jim Moriarty: Rock Idol.

For one thing, he's wearing a suit. For another, he's sober, and quiet, and there's no drugs and no glitter. And no Sherlock.

He looks around the bar with dull eyes, and goes to get a drink. It's not the first one today, though that's not obvious at a glance. It feels like ages since he was here and that's okay with him, but he's not going to pass up the opportunity to get away from his normal life for a while. Just like last time, in fact - but for very different reasons.

[OOC: Jim is from last year's Rock Star AU, but a couple of years have passed for him and Sherlock.]

have_no_mercy

A familiar face enters the bar tonight, but it's a confused one. As if she's never been here before.

Lutessa walks to the bar proper and runs a hand over the counter, the possibilities racing through her mind. This may be her first visit, but she has a feeling it's a place she's heard of before. So she's tries a little experiment.

"Bar, may I have a vodka, please. Straight."

When it appears, she grins. This is going to be fun.

[OOC: This is Tess as if she had been raised by Granny Goodness and made into a member of the Female Furies. She has enhanced strength, agility and a penchant for fighting, as super soldiers are wont to do.]

run_barry

Backing in through the front door, Barry enters Milliways carrying a large bankers box, a laptop and equipment balancing on the lid, while speaking to someone around the corner.

"I promise Captain Singh, I'll get right on it."

The man on the other side of the door doesn't exactly sound brimming when confidence when he tosses off a 'get to it' reply right before the door closes.

Heaving a relieved sigh, Barry heads for a table to put down his stuff and get the computer and accompanying scanner set up. Then it's just a matter of using superspeed to sort through the bankers box which is chock full of disorganized rap sheets.

The chaos of paperwork turns into neat stacks, and in a blur those neat stacks are entered into the computer.

"Done and done," Barry announces, brushing off his hands in triumph. "Now, just gotta do the scanning... "

Lifting one of the mugshots attached to a sheet and placing it on the scanner Barry hits the send button.

And then he hits it again.

After a round of rapidly punching the button the light inside the device finally clicks on and the scanner begins its slow process of reading the image on the tray.

"For real?" Barry groans, flopping back in his chair.

In a couple of minutes he's going to order a cup of coffee, because obviously he's going to be here for awhile.

cottoncandypink

After an unfortunate incident on Sunday, Wilford went home to sleep the rest of it away. This was followed by a fairly miserable Monday.

Now, it's been almost a week, and he's decided to come back. Because he totally hasn't been avoiding this place or anything. Nope. Not at all. He's just been way too busy and important to show his face around here all week. He starts off with a jog around the lake while his dogs fight over a stick. After that, lunch and a stack of newspapers while his dogs lounge under the table.

He probably shouldn't have gone for that jog with a side full of stitches, but since when has Wilford ever done something he was supposed to do?

[ooc: Linked thread still in progress. PTSD panic attacks and aftermath in both links.]

have_no_mercy

Tess has been avoiding Milliways. It's too distracting for the most part, given her current state. Real life is enough to deal with, what with still trying to feel like she fits in and getting back in with the team.

Today, however, she decides to test out the waters once more, obtaining a cup of coffee and taking a seat at a table to go over her current research files. Colleges. She's never actually compared them before. It's just enough to keep her occupied for the time being.

have_no_mercy

It's been a while since Tess was in the bar and she's been thinking about making some major changes. Nothing is set in stone just yet, but most of her time has been spent researching and going over contracts. Not that this isn't part of her actual job, it's just not at this kind of scope.

Today, she finds herself at a table not far from the Bar herself, sipping a coffee and going over some notes on her laptop. The current headline she's reading is "NBA STAR CAUGHT IN DOMESTIC SCANDAL". By Clark Kent, of course.

irish_vagabond

[ Millitimed to the night of the New Year's Eve party:

Cassidy slips away with Sinric (brief nudity and touching)

Cassidy and Tess get a ridiculous room (sex, whiskey, and talking) ]

i_am_your_host

By New Year's Eve, everyone who has ordered something directly from the Bar has received an invitation to Emcee's party, no matter what their means of communication. Or if they've perused the notice board, they've seen a flyer making note of it. Along with emphasizing a fun, casual, and inclusive atmosphere, the invitation provides directions on how to find said celebration: just follow the arrows.

On the night of the party, neon-colored arrow decals that light up if stepped on have been placed on the floor, pointing to the elevator. In the elevator, more arrows point to the button for the garage. And in the garage, even more arrows lead down the aisles between cars, planes, and spaceships. Not sure where you're going? Several of Jay's hive drones are flitting around, making sure no one gets lost. They all guide guests toward a modest, single craft-sized hangar. Except tonight, it's not housing an aircraft (which is now outside next to it, with the note Property of Sahaal on it), but Emcee's New Year's Eve party.

Closed red velvet curtains hang in the wide, open doorway. Pinned to the curtains is a sign that reads WELCOME, and under that, BE KIND. It's an attitude that Emcee hopes is not too difficult to adhere to.

Step through, won't you?

Inside, the party is likely in full swing.

Above, twin mirror balls, one at each end of the room, spin in tandem, casting twinkling lights over everything. The light shifts colors every so now and then, from gold to pastels to rainbows. Placed among the gantries are devices that will release silver confetti onto the crowd below at midnight. The walls are draped with more velvet curtains, hiding the cold steel and providing decorative sound insulation, as upbeat music pumps through the speakers.

On the back wall there's a large digital clock counting down the time.

Meanwhile, Emcee is around, wearing impeccable makeup that will most likely be sweated off before the end of the night; tight, cropped black leather trousers; and a white tank top with the word HOT spelled out with tiny red kisses.

Find your host anywhere, anywhere at all, if he doesn't find you first.

[OOC: Millitimed to New Year's Eve, but open forever! Threadhop, mingle, arrive as couples, have fun!]

have_no_mercy

The tree in the main bar is difficult to avoid. It's about at tall as the one she had put in the lobby at Luthorcorp. Fortunately, it doesn't seem like she has to decorate either, but she does notice the box of ornaments off to one side.

Right at the top, however, there's something Tess recognizes. It's a figurine of a ballerina which, when she picks it up, plays a specific tune. She goes white at the sound and after a few moments of simply being frozen, she turns and throws the ornament into a wall, smashing it to pieces.

Afterward, she stalks toward the back of the bar and a couch, picking up a bottle of bourbon along her way.

just_cant_lose

Jim is having the most meh day. Because the sunshine in Los Santos - while warm, and nice to have around when you want to swim - is always there. He came into the bar with an idea there might be snow by now, and instead finds it's pouring with rain. Rain! Like...ffs, they're on an asteroid in space at the end of time, and it's sodding raining. D:

He mooches around the main room for a bit, watching the Window, and then other people (more like glaring, but it's nothing personal for once). Eventually, he goes and puts on a autumnal sort of jumper, finds a physics textbook he hasn't corrected yet, and goes to sprawl over a sofa by the fire. Nothing gets corrected; by the time he's read two pages, he starts ripping them out, balling them up, and trying to hit the fish in the flames with them.

Meh meh meh.

Bored.

have_no_mercy

Tess is welcomed at the bar today by a large cupcake with a candle in it. The general birthday greeting. It takes her a minute to realize what it's for.

Birthdays were never a big part of her life and certainly not for the last several years. It's almost a kind of inadvertent reminder.

She sits on a stool and slowly spins the cake around, staring down at it as it turns the circle.

irish_vagabond

It's Cassidy's first Halloween at Milliways.

Cassidy wouldn't have made such a big deal about it. It would've been just like any other day.

Except that the moment that he orders a drink from the bar, fwoomp, he's suddenly dressed as an 18th century wanker, complete with a blond wig that won't come off.

"What- what the fuck- no- shitshitshitshit NOOO-"

A napkin appears on the bartop.

Yes.

"No! Whyyyy? Why this? What did I ever do to you??"

Another napkin.

You never pay off your tab?

Cassidy flails his ruffles and blond locks. "Besides that?!"

The Bar only responds with a smiley face.

"SHITE!"

The vampire Lestat is not happy.

(At least he wasn't given fake fangs. A small mercy.)

just_cant_lose

Jim bounces in through the front door with a grin on his face, looking tanned and chilled, California style. The smile dims a bit when he sees the bar but eh, why not stay for a drink? He pulls his shades up and rests them on his head, jumping up on to a stool and getting comfy.

'C'mon then, lets have it.'

Bar obliges with presenting a birthday cake. Jim pretends to be surprised, hand over his heart and everything.

'For me? You shouldn't have. Especially as you're an entire week late, darling.'

The cake disappears, only for another one to turn up in its place. This one is far more elegant than the previous chocolate one. It's got smooth white icing, with silver rings as decoration. Jim laughs and rolls his eyes.

'Not as pretty as my own-' he shows Bar the brand-new ring on his left hand, '-but something I'm far more happy to celebrate. Can I get a daiquiri to go with that?'

Bar also obliges with a strawberry one. What a great day - week - this is. Jim is about ready to skid off into space with glee. :D!

have_no_mercy

Sitting outside by the lake is Tess. It doesn't look like she's actually doing anything, but she certainly seems focussed enough on the little whirlwinds of air and water that occasionally flare up, sometimes in multiple numbers.

She's got a drink in hand, which she's sipping slowly. She's learned it's best to pace herself when trying to return everything to normal.

[Translation fail plot: Tess speaks English by default, but speaks and understands French, Spanish, Portuguese, and Mandarin.].

have_no_mercy

It's been a long time and Tess isn't sure she's ready for this, but she's supposed to get her schedule back to normal, right? That's what they keep telling her and based on what she can remember, Milliways was normal.

The Tess who enters, however, doesn't quite look the same. She's a little older, a little more haggard. A little less smug than she usually has been.

She's dressed normally when she comes in through the door, same old black dress pants and a nice, silky blouse. No makeup. Everything in moderation so far. She sits at the bar proper and merely starts to look around, regain her bearings. See if she can find any familiar faces.

have_no_mercy

[[Immediately following this.]]

"Abort! Abort!"

She looks up and notices the door leads to Milliways. Not ideal, but at least she can get away. She's one foot in the bar when a strap wraps around her other ankle and pulls, slamming her face down to the ground.

Tess looks up, nose bleeding, as she looks for help, but it's all happening too fast. There's a loud BOOM and the strap starts pulling her backward, out of the bar. Her fingernails scratch along the floor as she tries to get away but to no avail.

"No!"

It's the last thing anyone will hear before the door closes and there's silence once more.

[[OOC: Not for tagging, but IC/OOC reactions are welcome.]]

just_cant_lose

So. This is...pretty awesome. Far more fun than dealing with an old manuscript, which is what Jim had thought he'd be doing next time he found this place. He blinks at the decor for a second, then goes to investigate.

Ten minutes later, he has a lightsaber (red, natch) in one hand, and piece of cake in the other. He examines the games on one table, and plays around with them for a bit. But there are other things, so he heads outside and ~~whooshes around with the lightsaber for a while~~ spends half an hour climbing over the ships on display. But there's a flight simulator! And actual pod-racers!

The racers get the first go, because he has a feeling he won't be getting out of the simulator once he's in it. And it's a beautiful day, made even more so by zipping around the place in a Star Wars pod. Excellent fun!

[OOC: open through the weekend. Catch him anywhere around the place, playing with whatever. <3]
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