milliways_bar | Entries tagged with x5-493 ben

After an appropriately maternal wink at her son the bartender, Sallie sets up shop with her music for her House of Arch classes and a cup of steaming peppermint hot chocolate.

It's getting on to time for a second annual Milliways Piano Recital, anyhow. Lady's got to make plans.

[ooc: If a piano recital in bar seems interesting to your pup, please tag!]

shewasright.livejournal.com

The weather outback was crispy cold. Perfect, somewhat, if someone was wanting to work out or take a jog around the grounds. It's one of the main reasons the former Umbrella computer tech has made his way towards the range and training grounds.

It took a while to find the courage to pick up the knife he had been issued. Standard issue for the U.B.C.S. made of a single piece of metal and light. Perfect for hand to hand combat like they had been trained to do. So out by the range the former computer tech has parked himself infront of one of the practice dummies going through forms. Kaplan tries his best not to cut anything on the dummy but when he does he stops, mutters a few curses, and restarts.

From the sweat he has built up it's a good guess he has been out here for a while. Perfectly botherable by anyone who wants to.

[ ooc: ~~The mun must be off to bed but will tag in the morning! slowtimes are love~~ And the mun is back! ]

shewasright.livejournal.com

Today was like any day in Milliways for the former Umbrella senior computer tech. Go downstairs, get a drink, ponder the meaning of life, look at the world through a helmet.

The moment of flail that seems to grasp the poor man is halfway down the steps. His feet to slip out from under him causing Kaplan to thump the last few steps on his butt to land on the floor. Not the grandest Halloween entrance ever but it was rather comical. Muttering under his breath he tugs at the helmet a little finding that it was going nowhere. This was not good.

And yes if you have seen the second Resident Evil movie you know eactly which Umbrella uniform he is currently trying to inspect through a helmet.

Someone was going to get bit for this.

longlonghair

Rapunzel doesn't normally spend a lot of time in the main bar in the evenings; she prefers the comfort of her rooms at this time of day.

Sometimes, though, a woman's got music inside of her that wants to come out, so she takes a seat at the piano and begins to play a lively tune. She's quite good, and will take requests or chat with you while she plays.

thebrokensoldier

Hazel eyes watch around the bar for a moment before the cat stalks out and jumps up onto a table. He wasn't stalking anything specific. Or even at all. Though it wouldn't look that way to anyone else. Going from the table to a stool he looks up at the rafters. He could easily climb the pole and get up there. But for now he just curls up on the stool, getting comfortable. He'll go up into the rafters in a minute.

Maybe.

thebrokensoldier

By now the transgenic has gotten used to being a cat. Being around Will and Remy has gotten him to come out more. Jake's also helped when needed as well. So now he's roaming around bar. For the most part he's trying to tune out the scents. His original feline DNA is not really helping in that area but he's managing. So far. So now...

Here he is roaming around bar, that is until he finds a nice comfortable chair. One that he jumps up into and curls up in. Oooh... that is nice. Nice and comfortable that is. He may move if you want the chair or you might have to share.

thebrokensoldier

Normally in human form he growls and purrs. So he doesn't notice it at first. Why would he? After all, he's got feline DNA in him. But this... this isn't normal. Not even for a genetically empowered super soldier. But he eventually notices and there's a small hiss out of him. And for the moment he's hiding away from all the scents that are assaulting his little nose. Not that they normally didn't while in human form but still.

For now he'll just hide under the table and hope no one finds him.

[OOC: Mun will have to call slowtime as it is almost 4am and bed is needed. She will reply to posts on the 'morrow.]

first-sixth.livejournal.com

A paleontologist walks into a bar. It may not be one of the greatest openers of all time, but it's a very accurate description of what is now happening in Milliways.

Tommy Oliver heads for an open booth and makes himself comfortable, ordering some pizza and an iced tea from one of the waitrats before setting up his laptop and turning his attention to the document he's writing. It's almost time for winter vacation back home, after all, which means that Dr. O has a term examination to pull together.

Bother away!

jack_inthegreen

[ooc: OOM: The tree god and the comfort goddess have an idea.

Tremble with fear, mortals. Or just see the plot refresher.]

There is a Jack in the bar, drawing at a table.

This is not unusual.

There is a bowl of apples on the table.

This is not unusual either.

It is Midsummer's Day.

(That should probably be some kind of warning.)

But don't those apples look delicious? So crisp and refreshing and juicy . . .

thebrokensoldier

There are just some days where getting out of the bar is needed. If only because for him there are too many scents to take in. Too many things to mess with his senses. It's the one thing he despises about being an X series super soldier... the feline DNA. It really amplifies things and that can get seriously annoying.

So now he's sitting outside near the lake. His hazel eyes are watching it almost intently and he doesn't mean to but because of the way he's sitting it exposes the barcode on the back of his neck. Normally he covers it up because some government types, like Manticore, might decide to grab a hold of him. But right now none of that is crossing his mind.

He's a bit out of it and there's not much that can be done to startle him, he'd hear it. But it'd probably be best the crazy little transgenic not be startled. Especially if you're military type or government type. So if he is come acrossed by anyone it's best to make at least a little bit of noise.

No need for conflict and all when he's completely out of it.

thebrokensoldier

He doesn't normally like it in doors. Too many scents and all. It's why he prefers the outdoors. But for the moment he's sitting on the couch, curled up and purring. Those hazel eyes are half closed and he's content for once. Though it might be because he's not returned to Seattle. He won't. It isn't that he can't but he won't. Especially when he knows that going back... that Manticore would get a hold of him and that they'd put him with the Nomalies. Or worse try to mess with his DNA and unbreak him again. Even though they'd tried before and it hadn't worked.

So one content, purring transgenic... fully botherable. Just don't startle him too much.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

There's no real sign that a party went on yesterday; the loompas made an exception and got busy outside once most patrons headed in to sleep.

It's much like it was yesterday.

Hot sun. Warm water. Abundant food. Unending drink.

And a certain air of lassitude that only an entire weekend of lying around in the sun can bring.

If you haven't yet joined the party, you might as well. We're only just getting started.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

It's early afternoon.

Somehow, somewhere, some magical person has effected a change.

The sun is not warm; it's hot.

The lake is not frozen; it's the temperature of water which has been warming under the sun for a summer.

The grass is green.

In the expanse of lawn between the bar and the water, there is a smallish bar set up; patrons can help themselves, or bartenders can suck up by manning it. Adjacent to that bar are tables, laden with food: hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwurst, chicken, spicy black bean burgers, potato salad, corn on the cob...

You get the picture.

So come on out. The sun won't stay like this forever.

thebrokensoldier

There's a transgenic in the bar, away from most of the patrons if only because of the scents. But his hazel eyes are watching the patrons... a slight growl escaping his lips. Though not at any of the patrons... not really at anyone. The boy just has problems with memories deciding to show up. Those of what Manticore had done to him.

is-he-isnt-he.livejournal.com

See Ben in the Bar. See Ben brush up on his psychology with a textbook in the corner. See Ben drink beer.

See Ben look up. See the door disappear. See Ben be Bound in the Bar.

Talking to Ben right now...might be an interesting experience, as few people have ever had the chance to see Ben when he's genuinely freaking out. Not that his freaking is really noticeable, but yeah, he's having a shit fit.

[OOC: Responses will be slow-ish, since 24 is on in ten minutes, but do tag! Ben won't bite. Physically, anyway.]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

There is a saying in some cultures- as the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen. It's true in England, or at least the England of Harry Wells' day. The wind that follows him through the door from another day of working with the Slayers is proof enough of that. He closes the door swiftly behind him and heads for the Bar; for all that they do a marvellous job feeding the girls at the Academy, they only do one or two vegetarian dishes well. And those involve tofu. Bar, on the other hand, does imam bayildi and mujaddarah just like somebody else's mother entirely used to make.

Guess where Wells is eating his dinner tonight?

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff's occupied with something called a "Sudoku puzzle."

How's it going?

Well, let's put it this way: the eraser at the end of his pencil is getting a SERIOUS workout.

So is the coffee thermos next to him.
Come chat before he misplaces his mind, if it isn't too late already.

thebrokensoldier

There is a skittish kitty in the bar. Okay... he's not really a cat but the feline DNA is there. So that's good enough. Cat enough for us. He's curled up in a chair by the fireplace but he's really tense. It could be this place itself or it could be the fact that unless he's outside in the cold the scents assault his senses. A strange scent catches him by surprises and he gives a slight growl. Right... he's just got to remember that the Blue Lady is watching over them... him like she's always done. Kept him safe for the most part.

Bother him if you want, he won't bite.

thebrokensoldier

Ben's outside in the cold. If only because it keeps him away from being assaulted by the scents within the Bar. He doesn't like that. Not one bit. So he's out in the cold and staring up at the sky. One minute he's there and the next minute he blurs and is up in a tree watching the surroundings below him. He's also looking out for any strange scents that might be about as well. He's just being cautious that way.

thebrokensoldier

There is a genetically enhanced super soldier back in the bar. He was outside and found it weird that he'd run into Maxie. Though he's still confused about some of the things she was talking about. He's resided to putting himself in a dark spot. Less scents to assault him. Outside is good for that but he just doesn't feel like being out there. So he's now inside, hazel eyes watching the people around the bar.

thebrokensoldier

Ben hadn't gone back into the bar. Not yet anyways. He'd opted to stay outside. If only because the scents outside didn't assault him like the ones inside the bar. But those hazel eyes look out towards the woods. Wells had told him about firebreathing rabbits and he didn't understand that. Had Manticore... no, Manticore wasn't here. He was still curious about that faint and familiar scent he'd caught when he'd first came to the bar though. Maxie's scent. But that didn't mean she was there. Just meant his mind was playing tricks on him. It did that a lot in his crazy state. Shaking his head he walks over to the edge of the lake and sits down. He'd have to go inside at some point although Manticore training allowed him to survive outside for days on end. He just didn't want to.

thebrokensoldier

[OOM: What happened before showing up at Milliways]

He'd decided to leave the high place. You can only stay in one place for so long. And when he was meant to be dead... he couldn't let people see him. Quite frankly that would be a bad thing. He made sure that he was wearing all black and made sure that the turtleneck he wore covered up his barcode. Couldn't let people know he was a transgenic. That he wasn't even human. But when he exited the tower he gives a low growl at the scents that assault him. Way too many people... definitely too many people. Which is why the first thing he does is find a nice dark corner away from them all.