milliways_bar | Entries tagged with xaldin

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

It's not that she's never seen a bar before.

But one that magically seems to appear when she opens the door to the clinic? That's a first.

She doesn't know what to do at first, so she settles for taking a seat in one of the booths, clasping her hands in front of her. She's due for an appointment with drug representatives in half an hour, and somehow she doesn't think the excuse of, "oh, sorry I'm late, I was sucked into a magical tavern" will fly with them.

All she can do now is wait and pray that things don't get even weirder.

Welcome to Milliways, Lisa Cuddy.

[tiny tag: ben wade, xaldin]

[ooc: thread's gone to slowtime, but all tags are welcome.]

time-in.livejournal.com

Sarah Corvus has been in her room for over a month, battling her demons and trying to figure a way out of her situation. Nothing has presented itself. She's started getting testy little notes about paying her way, so tonight she saunters down the stairs, her eyes flicking back and forth warily, and steps behind the bar. A quick glance and her ocular implants catalogue the liquor present. She looks for an apron or something to signify that she's the bartender on duty. When she doesn't see anything, she picks up a towel and carefully rubs down the Bar's surface, her eyes on where the door should be.

[tiny!tag: Sarah Corvus]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is pacing - not because he's Air and can't stand being still, but rather because he's got a lot of feelings to deal with these days and can't handle being still. He is still in his coat, and gloves, and boots because the atmosphere here is still painful - but he's real.

And that's a wonderful thing.

[Tag: Xaldin]

notagagagirl.livejournal.com

So, when you're not at all much of a fighter, and you get caught in a bloody war zone that's freakish enough to even have business hours, and you're pretty sure you should have logically died at least once, how do you use self-therapy wisely?

Well, if you're Scaramouche?

That's right.

Power rock ballads.

thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com

[OOM: After the Muffining. Warinings for still in progress, and adultstuff.]

Sometime after he's been awake for a while, Xigbar finds himself downstairs again, an ungloved hand pressed against the Window, along with his nose, staring out.

Now, more than ever before, he can't look away. It's fascinating, and amazing, an it-- Still doesn't hurt the way he thinks it still should, but it's just. So. Cool.

[Xigbar, Xaldin]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin enters the bar several times and eventually takes a seat at a table with muffins. Tall stacks of muffins. Tall stacks of muffins in pretty gift baskets with handwritten lists of known allergens. Tall stacks of thousands of muffins in pretty gift baskets with handwritten lists of known allergens. Tall stacks of thousands of muffins in dozens of varieties with handwritten lists of known allergens.

He then places a much less neat sign up that says: Muffin related breakdown. Please take a basket.

[Tag it with hearts: Xaldin, Billy Kaplan, Teddy Altman, BLU Medic]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

OOM: The Muffening [Xaldin, Larxene]

harmitwithspark.livejournal.com

{Muffins. No, really. Muffins.}

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

After this they've done their part, and Rachel has given them their reward. She's finished with them and needs all her concentration on what she's doing - not on the Somebodies. They stagger in the door when they come with arms wrapped around each other's bodies and faces taut with everything.

It hurts like hell, and feels more wonderful than anything ever has, all at once, and if they had any thought for anything but each other right this moment, one of them might have said something. As it is, the impact of Milliways on top of everything else is almost too much, but it's still. So. Brilliant.

[Tags with heart in: Xigbar, Xaldin, Zexion, Billy Kaplan, Teddy Altman

Open forever + one day to anyone at all.

Slows in effect due to III dropping hot liquid on her left hand. Banah says I have to live in a protective bubble.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

XX) A year together before college [Braig, Dilan]

[Still waiting on those hearts tags: Xigbar, Xaldin
Bonus linkage: Braig and Dilan as kids.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

XIX) There was a first kiss, long ago [Dilan, Braig]

[Working on those hearts tags: Xaldin, Xigbar]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Before:
XVIII) Building a tree house forty years ago. [Braig, Dilan]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

[Millitime to before Rachel's OOM]

It was time to go and the two Nobodies are more than ready. Xaldin stops to leave a note at the Bar ( for those who have expressed interest in Xigbar and Xaldin )

Either or both of them can be caught on their way out.

[tags: Xigbar, Xaldin
Post open until they return. Possibilities of epic slows due to work schedules and deadlines exist.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin has been set to find out more about the being which granted Zexion a heart. He isn't certain where to start and has begun with a notepad with the name written at the top and continued with a small sign;

Seeking information on Nyarlathotep.

He's pacing around the table with the sign. Xaldin doesn't do still well.

[tag: Xaldin]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin splits the air above Milliways and steps out into it, heading for the bar without pause. Zexion has a heart. He needs to see this for himself.

[Wheresoever you tag, tag with all your heart: Xaldin, Lexaeus, Zexion]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

VII) Dilan: not actually as bubble-headed as he acts [Dilan, Even, Ienzo, Aeleus]
VIII) Ienzo really does have parents [Ienzo, Dilan, Aeleus]
IX) That time Dilan met the new guy I [Dilan, Even]
X)And while you're at it lose my number [Dilan, Ienzo]
XI) Mornings with Dilan [Dilan, Even]
XII) Coping [Dilan, Ienzo, Aeleus, Braig] Warning for men being sexual.
XIII) After the party [Braig, Dilan]
XIV) Sometimes Dilan totally uses Ienzo [Dilan, Ienzo]
XV) Meeting Dilan [Dilan, Aeleus]
XVI) Adventures in drink mix [Dilan, Even]
XVII) Meeting Dilan II [Braig, Dilan]

[Tags That Still Have Hearts: Braig{Xigbar}, Dilan{Xaldin}, Even{Vexen}, Aeleus{Lexaeus}, Ienzo{Zexion}]

a-better-throw.livejournal.com

...Nonetheless, drink. Drink deep, and indulge your gift.

Such is as Vorador obliged me to do when I first encountered him, in his mansion hidden in the depths of that dark and dank grave, the Termogent Forest. Much had changed since those fateful days... but my thirst for blood had not waned. Nay, I was still young, not yet a creature of the ages. But my foolishness? Was quite a thing of the past.

Thus, I sit at a most strange bar at the end of the universe, contemplating my goblet of blood. It is an evening for introspection... I wonder who might care to join me as I ponder mysteries too great for any mortal mind.

[[Late, Late Car Keys bait for Tower and Xaldin!]]

Tiny Tag: Kain of Nosgoth

nomorekaraoke

It isn't every night that Milliways sees two such colorfully dressed Men of Colour. Well, one of them is, at least, green and red and black and white in places. He's got horns, and a suit that no plain, simple human fellow could possibly pull off with his plain earthy hues.

The other one, oh, that one's more of an enigma. All grays and blacks in stark contrast to the colorful tunic and trouser ensemble. There's nothing plain or simple about his scales, or the ridges adorning his face, even if that is exactly the adjectives he'd use to describe himself.

One demon. Pylean Deathwok. Club owner and pacifist.

One alien. Cardassian by birth. Humble tailor with survival instinct.

One post. Two pups. Opposite sides of the bar.

Go nuts!

[Tiny tags: Lorne (Green), Minerva McGonagall and Billy Kaplan. Garak (plain and simple), Jo Harvelle and Xaldin.

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin still looks exactly like he did yesterday: himself, shiny. Very, very shiny from dreadlocks to boot soles. His colours are all the same but each and every one of them glimmers. A bottle of Atlantean protrudes from his hood along with the bobble of a Moogle. Xigbar is blessedly still unconscious.

[Kupo kupo: Xaldin]

cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com

A series of notes are left at the bar, for all active members of the Organization as far as Zexion knows. (So, Xigbar, Xaldin, Lexaeus, Demyx and Larxene)

( They all read the same thing )

harmitwithspark.livejournal.com

When Larxene stepped from the darkpaths, her coat disappeared. To be fair, her gloves did as well. And her boots. That was unsettling enough.

Worse? She was covered in fur. Halloweentown itself had never had the nerve to do this to her, and she was hissing bar-wards before she realized it. The ninjas that followed in her wake slid into fur as well.

So, there was one rather agitated lemur woman making her way to the backdoor with a troupe of true lemurs about her feet...

...paws...

...ummm?

At least she had her knives.

[Furred tag: Larxene]

bashitwithearth.livejournal.com

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"I am not particularly amused."

[tall, silent, hulking, giant bladeded tag: lexaeus]

thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com

Space warps, and abruptly, there are two people there who weren't there before.

Well.

Briefly there are two people. Then there's one person - very shiny, very tall - and one Moogle - very small, very cute, and very eyepatched.

The tall shiny one is screaming and convulsing.

They haven't quite realized there's anything wrong yet.

[Xigbar, Xaldin]

[ooc: ~~Warning: the muns will be slow, but we are here.~~ Braindead. All threads in slowtime. Thank you!]

bluespells.livejournal.com

Boy, bar, several pieces of lined paper and a scowl.

He needs to figure out who to write notes to, and how to say what he needs to say.

Judging by the collection of balled-up papers nearby? It's not going well.

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is out back, in the air. He's low enough for easy conversation, within six inches of the ground or so, but is very distinctly not touching it. Thanks to the efforts of Teja, Billy, and Teddy he's doing fine but he's not still a being of Air and Nothing in a place where the atmosphere changes with every opening of the door.

[car keys: Annabelle Newfield & Pomona]
[sow the tag, reap the thread: Xaldin]