milliways_bar | Entries tagged with han solo

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

Han walks downstairs with a purpose, that afternoon.

"Bar? Need two pieces of paper and somethin' to write with."

Two notes are left with the bar, both done with hurried, yet readable black ink.

( Demeter )

( Ben Wade )

Then Han turns to face the front door, strides across the room, pulls it open, and with a deep breath, steps through --

-- and falls --

-- and the door slams shut, hard, behind him.

OOC: No actual tags please, but reactions or note-pick up are fine. Thanks guys!

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

OOM: When being interrogated, the objective is to keep from giving answers to questions asked. But sometimes they don't need answers -- they just need you to scream a little. Or a lot, in this case.

Warning for mentions of torture/violence in OOM.

When Han walks (it's not really a walk, it's more of a stumble, but at least he's on two feet this time) into the bar, his eyes blink rapidly to adjust to the bright lights and sounds. This is not where he wanted to be, but he supposes anywhere is better than in a cell in the dark.

Everything is too loud. Voices. Noises. Chatter.

So he moves carefully through the crowd (eyes not really focusing, just moving past chairs and tables) to a booth in one of the corners and hauls himself in. His head is swimming, but he figures that's normal.

No questions. Why the hell didn't they ask him any questions...

He orders a bottle of Whyren's from the first waitrat that comes over and then rests his head in his hands, elbows on the table. To anyone who catches a glimpse of him, the captain is just having a bad day, and is possibly already quite drunk.

Which, he fully intends to take care of as soon as the bottle shows up.

Botherable...but don't expect sunshine or rainbows.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

OOM:

When things are not what they seem on the surface, they often (and quickly) go from bad to worse.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

OOM: As may have been noticed, goodbyes are not on Han's list of things he's very good at.

However, two things are -- escaping by the skin of his teeth and more importantly, attempting to beat the odds.

And for those placing bets at home, the odds are currently -- 3720 : 1.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

Han isn't one for long goodbyes or leaving notes behind.

He'll be back. He's just got to get off that forsaken block of ice, find a way to pay off the bounty hunter who still wants his head, figure out who he ends up marrying and having all these kids with, and he promised Chewie once that was taken care of, there was a vacation in order.

He'll be back. After all, if he doesn't get off the iceblock affectionately known as Hoth anytime soon, he's doing to need to come to Milliways to thaw out, eat a real meal, and spend some time out near that beach.

He's not one for goodbyes, but he'll be back.

So sometime after gathering up his things (bread wrapped in a cloth tucked in a bag, Ratchet autobot plushie tucked into his vest, bottle of Whyren's under his arm) he makes his way to the...front...ceiling hatch.

"You really don't make this easy on me, sweetheart."

The scrape of a chair, a grunt or two as he hauls himself into the rafters and up into the hatch, then a click and clack as the seal closes behind him, and he's gone.

Han really isn't very good at goodbyes.

ooc: Just a quick exit post, no tags please. I'll still be finishing up the few slows he's got while I put him through some OOM plot out of the bar.

thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com

Well, well. So here's that famous place he's heard so much about! The bar with the view to the end of the universe, and the woods filled with demon bunnies. (He actually came in that way, and walked in through the back door)

Hello, Milliways, have another faun. The faun if you will. Pan.
No, of course he's not wearing pants over the goat legs, they chafe.

And why yes, he is in fact happy to see you. Very happy indeed.

Somebody will have to inform the wood god of the rules, any volunteers?

[tiny tag: Pan, Ouranos, Eirene, Pomona, Kore/Persephone]
(ooc: this EP's open until it's off the first page) EDIT: Also, anybody in the bar might have heard this sudden shout from the panic inducing god. Feel free to react in threads or not. :D

wheatencrown

Demeter is enjoying the hot weather and is outside working on a rather large container garden.

Her dress is rather Greek, which means its a thin linen chiton that doesn't leave much to the imagination, but she's cool.

She's considering taking a break and taking a swim soon, but first she needs to makes sure this rosemary does what its supposed to.

Tiny tag: Demeter, Eirene

autocommander.livejournal.com

[OOM: Someone gets a package.]

The Door opens, and a box slides in, which is followed by Optimus.

He scoops up the box, walking across the bar making a whistling sound. He stops at the bar to get a Sharpie and a piece of paper, patting her and thanking her for all her help.

Then he settles down, and writes a small sign which attaches to the box:

FREE CYBERTRONIAN PLUSHIES

TO A GOOD HOME

There's plushies of Optimus, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Silverbolt, and Jetfire.

They only made one Ironhide, and that's sitting next to the box with it's own sign: "Don't Even Think It. Grr."

Someone's in a puckish mood.

[tinytag: Jack Priest]

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.

a-day-of-sky.livejournal.com

Having discovered the Caribbean inlet at an indeterminate time last week, Ella has decided to go back.

A pair of sunglasses are perched on the bridge of her nose, and her hair's tied back. She's dressed in a striped bathing suit, and is currently at bar, picking up a set of towels and sunscreen lotion.

Despite the number of times that she's been out back already, she can't help but feel a vague rush of excitement. There are so many firsts for her here -- first time using sunscreen, first time really going to a beach (part of faux-Scotland as it might be), first time swimming.

'Couldn't be happier' is probably an entirely applicable term in her case.

(Bar's provided her with her first pair of flip-flops, too.)

[ teenytag: ella harkins ]

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

OOM: Beating the odds.

(Echo Base, Hoth)

+++

When the...well it's not the Front Door that opens. Not this time.

Anyone near the Front Door who happens to be listening will hear the faint hiss of hydraulics, followed by the sounds of metal moving to open a door on hinges, and then if they are paying attention to the source of the sound (the floor) they'll notice a hatch pop up and a snow covered figure climb through and promptly flop onto his back, before he kicks the hatch shut.

Han makes no effort to get up off the floor, at first. Or open his eyes, for that matter.

You know, this floor is pretty damn comfortable. He's kind of inclined to lie there until someone makes him move.

Yeah, we're gonna do that.

OOC: Post is open until I say it's not. It'll be awhile. :D Tag away. EDIT: Slowtime is in effect until tomorrow, then I'll be back.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

OOM: 735:1

(Echo Base, Hoth)

mycursedface

[OoM: A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you. -Françoise Sagan]

For the past two or so months, Medusa has been flitting about the bar dressed in bare feet, jeans, and either a sundress or an Indian-style backless blouse. The clothes suited her and looked perfectly nice (of course, Medusa is one of those hatable people who would look stunning should she be dressed in a burlap sack and dragged through a field of thorns).

Today is a little different.

When Medusa walks into the bar from upstairs, the first noticable difference is that her hair isn't it its normal mass of slender braids, but out in all its curly glory. The second difference is her clothes; a simple (but very pretty) little black dress and her red-and-black knee-high boots from Mardi Gras.

She'd promised Sam she'd wear them again, and it's only right to fulfill one's promises, yes?

[ooc: this post is not plot-locked in the slightest, but the mun is studying so replies may be slow and/or there may be vanishing into slowtime. All tags will be picked up, though]

[tiny!tag: demeter]

Current Mood: mischievous

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace strolls in through the back door in a ripping good mood, looking a trifle scorched around the edges, and carrying a cricket bat.

They're all connected, but getting straight and/or believable answers from her just now might be a trifle difficult. She heads towards the bar for her supper, ordering up something vegetarian and indian and spicy enough to need a warning.

And is rewarded with a slice of cake and a lit candle, combined in the traditional manner. Ace snuffs the candle and pushes the cake back.
"One word, just one, tanyone, and we're going to have a long discussion 'bout the benefits of fire insurance, clear?" She grumbles and, taking her dinner with her (sans cake), stalks off towards the couch.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

It's been a few days outside the door since some interesting events took place but for Han, time will not be able to fade those images from his mind.

However, when the front door blows open, one might catch a glimpse of glittering white passageways or hear voices over a loudspeaker, or feel the definite chill in the air that comes in along with the smuggler and his snow-covered parka.

Within a few minutes, a booth near the bar has been taken over, and Han is stretched out on a bench, legs crossed, head tilted back, eyes closed. His goggles are resting on his forehead and the parka is draped over a chair he pulled up, to dry, along with his scarf and gloves.

He looks like he is sleeping, and he just might be.

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.]

hapan-heiress.livejournal.com

Allana's in the bar proper tonight, curled in an armchair with her various stuffed animals and her thumb in her mouth. The window is very exciting to watch.

Very.

Botherable.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Escape in stormy seas once again, but beware of the depths.

Truman had fallen asleep on one of the couches. And he was lucky in that it might have saved his life. A small blessing.

He was covered in water, and shaking, still asleep. Drowning and hypothermia overtaking his body.

(ooc: go ahead and wake him)
[tiny tag: Thy Kingdom Come]

anxietycloset

The Snorklewacker has asked around. None of the figments and whimsies he's talked to even knows about this place. As far as he can tell, it's not spoken for.

Splendid!

The big purple nightmare loiters near the closet, sipping carbonated fruit punch through a straw, awaiting customers.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate left a note for Will so he wouldn't worry, and would know where to find her. She was a bit better today. Not as shaken up, and she wanted to do something. Take action against whoever was attacking them. This doctor she saw or whoever else was involved. Before somebody was killed.

She got Guppy's note, and read it a few times. The DNA report didn't help a lot, but gave some idea of what they were facing. The little girl sounded more curious. Goes through walls. A mutant? Or... wait... dead people. Dead doctor. And this clipping of a fire. Ghosts? So more like a haunting? She wasn't as familiar with that, but knew it could be possible.

She set up a sign, If you, or someone you know has recently suffered a realistic nightmare, or were hurt as result, please speak here. Confidence will be respected.

[tiny tag: Thy Kingdom Come]

notanarc.livejournal.com

[oom: Byers knows what he has to do.

This post is open for note-leaving. Thanks!]

When he said he'd "be back in a minute", he meant it.

Quickly, he moves to the bulletin board and tacks a flyer to it, leaves one with Bar, and places a few others on some empty tables.

And just like that, he's gone.

The flyers read:

"ATTENTION MILLIWAYS PATRONS:

If you've been having vivid nightmares that have left you with physical marks or any other evidence that it wasn't just a dream, I would like to speak with you. Please leave your name on a note with Bar so that we can schedule a meeting. Thank you.

- John F. Byers"

Tinytag: Thy Kingdom Come

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sleep?

...anything but peaceful.]

Han staggers downstairs after having wiped his face clean but the cuts are still there, as are the ones on his hands and arms. Some of the worse ones are still bleeding, but he's not paying enough attention.

"Bar?"

There's a large glass of Whyren's in a flash and he drinks it down before he retreats quickly to a booth and sits. His blaster is at his hip and his hands are shaking, wrapped around the glass.

Eventually he abandons holding onto the glass for threading his fingers into his hair.

"Just a dream..."

[tinytag: Thy Kingdom Come]

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

[OOM: What good is a reward if you ain't around to spend it?]

When Han actually walks through the front door, the grav-shift makes him wobble slightly and hang on to the frame for support. They're just leaving the atmosphere on Yavin IV and he wanted to check on something before they got too far from the Rebel base.

Of course when he realizes where he is, a small grin spreads across his face.

"Hold on Bar, stay here," he orders, before he steps back out of the door. It doesn't close all the way, and a moment later it opens again for him. He's carrying a green box that looks like what could be a military ammo case.

And grinning.

"Alright sweetheart," Han plunks the case down on the surface and waits for his tab to come up on the board, before he pats the top. "All yours." The box vanishes and with only mild sadness Han watches it go. Of course, when the credits next to his name go from what he owes to what he has to spend...he lets out a low whistle.

"Well damn, Princess was richer than I thought she was."

A beat.

"Can I get a glass of Whyren's Reserve and a nerf steak, please?" When he gets the whiskey and the meal without protest he grins again. "Thanks."

Botherable.

[ooc: Mun's stepping out for dinner, will be back in a bit.]