milliways_bar | Entries tagged with alexis castle

Scorpius should really clean out his book bag more often. But it doesn't really occur for him to do so until he's digging through it, piling rubbish on the table before him, in search of a half-read letter from home he shoved in with his books that morning.

On top of the table already: three books (namely those for his Charms and Transfiguration classes), two broken quills, spare parchments, one scroll, an ink-pot, a couple of candy-wrappers, a Daydream Charm, a bottle of Veritaserum, a couple of amusing articles from the Daily Prophet's Letter Page, a Daily Prophet in its entirety, a ball of yarn he forgot to re-transfigure, a crumpled and unfinished letter that he really needs to put into the bin, and a print-out for MacBooks that immediately takes his attention away from his search.

"Oh. I forgot I had this."

themidnightson

honourbyname

The door opens, and the chatter on the other side of the door is almost similar to the chatter within the bar itself. (He'd been in the Great Hall.)

A young boy of sixteen lingers by the woodwork, staring with wide eyes. They're familiar eyes, for those who knew his father (and, as Albus knows very well, there is hardly a wizard or witch who hasn't heard of his father) - or better yet, his grandmother - and the jet-black, slightly messy hair is a another characteristic that bears a striking resemblance to the Boy Who Lived.

But on closer inspection, one can spot the differences. This young boy does not wear glasses. And he does not have the same air of confidence the Potters tend to have. (No Potter, for example, would hesitate by the doorside, contemplating slipping back out as if he'd never stepped in at all.)

Whether one recognizes the boy or not, the unmistakable 'I've never been here before, what is this place?' look is a familiar one for any regular patron of the bar.

[ooc: I meant to do this weeks ago, but did not get a chance. :( I really wanted to stick him in though, so here goes! This can totally be used for car keys, by the way! Should make it easier for some to tag. ;)

It is also subject to slowtime.

tiny!tag: albus potter]

justaskyou

The door swings open to let in a grinning, redheaded faerie busily chatting on a cellphone. Her dress is green and sparkly, with leaves winding up the sleeves and a colorful train swishing at the back, and her ears are pretty darn impressive.

She blinks as the responses cut off ('So I'll meet you down- Uh, Paige?') and frowns down at the screen for a moment before noticing her surroundings. Then she shrugs and flips her cellphone shut, tucking it into a neatly hidden pocket.

"Now you decide show up again?" Alexis inquires of the ceiling boards, or maybe just the empty air somewhere above her head. "Senior party, magical Bar-place. We could do this again tomorrow. I'll even wear the ears."

As she glances around, however, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep the widening smile from her face. She could just go home, technically speaking. And while aforementioned senior party might be cool - and she's pretty excited that Dad's trusting her to go in the first place - but this place is seriously awesome.

And the costumes are amazing.

[ooc: Off to bed! Three days of pre-k Halloween have knocked me out. Will tag back in the morning!]

barn-owl-king.livejournal.com

It comes in from the Labyrinth, of course.

A barn owl--but no ordinary owl. This one seems, if it is possible for an owl to seem, world-weary. It may not have been here before, but it certainly shows no sign of that. One area outside of a building is the same as any other.

It peers in through the window as it flies past the door, catching the lay of the land. Not bad--well, at least most of the inhabitants look human, and that's certainly a change from goblins.

Something pulls the door open--a gust of wind, an unseen hand ~~just imagine it's dramatic~~--and in strides one human-shaped goblin king, like he owns the place.

~~You would expect a king to act any other way?~~

"Charming," he murmurs to no one in particular... or someone, possibly?

[small-but-imperious tag: jareth][open until it falls off the page]

theflyingsquirl

There are not enough acorns in the universe to make Squirrel stick around his room while Coreen's party is going on, so he is down at the bar in his own pajamas (boxers, t-shirt, blue plaid bathrobe), working his way through a milkshake and a plate of spicy fries and playing a bit of solitaire.

He could sure use some company to distract him. It's either that or take a nap, and after his recent adventures a nap in a public area doesn't seem like such a good idea.

[tinytags: squirrel][open until it falls off the page]

nomorekaraoke

Lazing on a Sunday afternoon.

Some time later, when he should technically be heading across the hall to his office, Lorne walks into the bar. Bar kindly procures a shiny, rainbow colored drink the moment he takes a seat.

Perfectly botherable. If not in the best of moods (not that you'd ever tell.)

((OOC: Mun will be on and off for about an hour, then here for the remainder of the day.))

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen is sitting at a table with a few snacks, and a bunch of construction paper, scissors, and glue. She's working on a uber-awesome 1st Father's Day card for Squirrel. She's almost done, but is keeping the supplies out in case anyone wants to make one too.

She'd welcome some company.

[Tiny Tag: Coreen Fennel]

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill is sitting at a table with a clear view of the front door and the notice board. He hasn't slept much since finding out about Boo, and hasn't eaten much, either.

What he has had is a whole lot of coffee, because even though he knows that there are others looking out for Cruella, he's not giving up on the watch.

When a waitrat brings over a sandwich and a Coke he shakes his head, then changes his mind and nods.

He eats, but his eyes never leave the door for very long.

[tiny tag: Boo-napping!plot, Kate Beckett, Alexis Castle]

[ooc: Open forever and to anyone]

justaskyou

"Dad, I'm home! Are you -" the girl in the doorway stops short, tightens her grip on her backpack strap.

Now, Alexis Castle would like to think that she is a relatively well-adjusted and level-headed fifteen-year-old. And she's almost entirely certain that she wasn't accidentally slipped some sort of high-dosage hallucinogen in her lunch meat this afternoon.

(Though, really, you can't put anything past the New York City school system.)

So when the front door opens to what should be her living room teeming with people and replaced with some sort of bar, it's kind of understandable that she blinks in a puzzled manner.

"- in?"

And then sighs the sigh of the long-suffering.

"There is no way there was enough time for this between this morning and now."

[tiny tag: alexis castle, chuck bartowski, kate beckett, rick castle]

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen has successfully constructed her potato launcher. It seems to be in as good working order as anything else she's created, and looks to be an improvement on the one she has back home. She will probably make some modifications to the basic design once she knows it works properly. As it stands, she's carrying a large basket of potatoes, with the launcher on top over to some targets (with buckets under them) that she's set up. She looks determined, and with good reason. Perhaps she'll get proficient at making her own weaponry yet.

She sets down the bag at a previously marked spot on the ground and kneels down to load her potato launcher. She's got dirt smudged on her nose and all over the cargo shorts she's wearing,

She's highly botherable; just try to stand back. If you'd like to take a shot or two, she's got a spare set of goggles...

and_3_quarters

"Um, I'm gonna wait up here until you calm down, okay?" Adrian calls out the door at the angry voice on the other side.

He shuts the door, and wishes he'd just worn black socks to school like everyone else.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen is curled up on the couch, covered in a blanket, despite the sweat on her forehead. She looks to be absolutely livid and horrified at the same time, and is chewing her lip.

She can't find her pulse.

Completely distractable.

[tiny tag: Coreen Fennel, Amanda, Val von Doom, Weyland]

guppy_sandhu

"Come on little guy." Guppy says, encouraging his little boy across the carpet with a toy.

Alexander balances in a wobbly fashion on his hands and knees, then moves a hand forward.

Guppy grins and wiggles the toy more, but the baby instead falls flat on his face and starts to cry.

"Aw, good try." Guppy says, picking him up and comforting him.

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen hurries around as she works to get Joe's party ready as quickly as possible. The bonfire has been lit, the food is cooking, and the lighting looks perfect. It is not meant for a just a few people; this party is meant for all in Bar that would want to participate.

The tables are set in white with leaves stitched together as a makeshift table cloth. The plates are not the usual ceramic, but thanks to Bar, are bamboo plates.

She's standing with her hands on her hips, the light green skirt moving lightly in the wind. Her hair is down, white daises secured in her tresses. She has a lei of different colored wild flowers around her neck, as she looks around. The sun is setting, and she hopes he'll be there. She looks down at her finger nails; painted green with a swirly design in gold.

She can hear the people moving around trying to figure out what's going on. She has posted a sign.

Thank You For Attending The First Ever Squirrel God Day!

Please Enjoy Yourselves!

(Any questions can be directed to the pregnant woman with the white daises in her hair)

Her eyes run over the people, looking for him What is Squirrel God Day without her Joe?

There is a stack of leis waiting for anyone that wants one. Free food too.

She touches the necklace in her pocket nervously. She hopes he'll like it. All in all, she's grateful of that gold that Multifacet gave her.

[OOC: This is open for everybody. Come! Let your pups relax and enjoy!]

[Tiny Tag: Coreen Fennel, Squirrel, Amanda, Scarlet, Cal]

kemo_soggy

Okay, this being-stuck thing is beginning to lose its novelty. And get expensive.
But Moist did notice that picking up the bartending shift last week did seem to help with his tab, so he's decided to try it again.

Specials:
anything in a bottle
half off for non-heroes

...Okay, he's stealing Liz's special, but for a very different reason. What's the point of being able to open the things if you can't celebrate in some small way?

(OOC: ~~Subject to slowtime when dinner happens; otherwise, open pretty much until I fall over.~~ Aaaaand I am officially too scatterbrained to carry on tonight. No more new threads, please; I'll pick up tags on all slowtimes tomorrow. Thank you, and good morning!)

[tiny not!damp tag: Moist]
[tiny party-throwing tag: Coreen Fennel]
[tiny Neapolitan tag: Multifacet]

no-saber.livejournal.com

A young, green-skinned twi'lek, finally grown into her robes and looking less like a pint-sized sprout and more like the adult she will be, limps into the bar, looking exhausted.

She's also soaked to the skin, but that's a secondary problem. Who knew that there were carnivorous water plants on Rithalia II?

Well, who other than her master, who had been walking ahead of her, muttering about padawans who don't do their assigned mission readings.

When the door she walks through leads to Milliways rather than the ship's infirmary, she lurches, grimacing. The loss of contact with her master surely isn't helping anything.

captainryan.livejournal.com

[[Richard and River have been busy, as usual. First, the lovely Dr. Song tried to find a cloaking device for the ex-SAS werewolf, with some interesting side effects. On a more serious note, the pair discuss River's request in a bit more detail before Ryan tells poor Damocles what's happening. Then, on April 25th, they give it a try (adult content). Finally, Richard has a hard time seeing River's side of the story.]]

Captain Richard Ryan is training Doctor River Song in the ways of hand-to-hand combat out on a particularly soft patch of grass. It's an interesting experience for both of them, one being fairly new to the art and the other having not taught it to such a rookie in a great deal of time.

Feel free to ~~ogle~~watch them, or catch them later inside when Ryan's secured a pot of trin tea and one of the couches for them to sprawl at.

[Tiny soon-to-be-tired tag: Dr. River Song]
[Tiny already tired tag: Laranth Tarak]

immortalthief

Out back one can find the scene pictured in the icon. A woman practicing with a sword in some old fashioned leather armor. It's a beautiful day out and Amanda is enjoying the workout. But that doesn't mean that she isn't botherable. Especially because she has been working on it for a while.

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen heads to the bar for a limeade and gets a note instead.

Your turn.

“My turn...what?”

Another note. To bartend, dear.

Coreen nods and smiles to herself. This...could get fun. She walks behind the bar and puts a short apron over her dress and reaches for the Specials Menu. It takes her only a few seconds to figure out what she wants to use...

The Squirrel

Baby Aspirin

Canadian Dream

She sets the Specials Menu back on the Bar, and begins to orient herself as quickly as possible with the set-up, and smooths a hand over her baby bump.

(OOC: Anyone that hasn't seen her lately, could guess that she's about five months pregnant, at this point, and yes, the baby is kicking and responsive.)

She grins as she jots down a side note.

Anyone with pictures of their children, half off drinks!

She catches a glimpse of a lovingly familiar face...ooh, help!

“Joe, get back here...you're helping.”

No room to argue with that tone of voice.

[ooc: Thanks for a great first Happy Hour! So much fun! Closed for new tags, but will pick up any slows/continuing threads!]

[tiny tags: The New-Evil! Squirrel, Preggo Coreen, Water-drinking Moist, Italian Iced Val, and the always electrified VP Queenie ]

guppy_sandhu

There is soothing meditative music tonight in one corner of the bar.

The usual circle of chairs has been replaced with a circle of bean bags for variety. In the middle are bowls of crisps and breadsticks and marshmallows. Hot chocolate can be smelled wafting from the large jug near Ben.

On the wall behind, a large sign has been pinned up.

LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all
New people especially welcome! Free food!

One Guppy, one Ben, have at.

[ooc: Does your pup have angst? Suffering from DOOM? Want to make new friends? Unable to resist the smell of hot chocolate? Come on over! Open until Thursday night.]

immortalthief

Amanda is sitting in front of the fire sipping champagne and reading some poetry that was recommended to her.

She is wearing a pair of jeans and a black tanktop. There is a pouch hanging from her hip if someone were inclined to notice it.

[OOC: please note that I am be leaving for class ~~in about 1 hour~~. Otherwise tags welcome.]

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

Coreen is in a very, very good mood today. Things have settled down with the baby, Joe's accepted it and will stay with her, and she's finally gotten a few decent nights' sleep.

This is why she's currently stretched out on the sunshine sketching some new maternity wear for herself, very light, very bohemian and very un-characteristically Coreen. It's just too hard to be a pregnant goth, and...well...so much more comfy to go boho-hippie. She's currently wearing a black tank top tugged over her bump, with a pair of red shorts nestled under her belly. Shoes? She don't need no stinkin' shoes!

She's daydreaming about the other night with Joe, and about what their baby will be like.

She may also be sketching shirts that would button around a broken shoulder...or not. Cutting his shirt off him was kinda fun, after all.

Come bother her. She's pleasant, and the small picnic basket next to her may mean she has snacks.

Tinytag: Coreen Fennel (and baby bump), Amanda

dr_temperance

Brennan is rifling quasi-frantically through a box of papers. Correspondence mostly. And contracts. All of it from her literary agent, publishing house, and publicist.

Sitting a little apart from the other papers is a glossy black folder overlaid with X-ray graphics. On top of it is a letter. Every few seconds Brennan gives the pair a glance of what can only be described as horrified disbelief.

She will admit that, over the last couple of months, she had been distracted. Between Gormogon, Zach, the administrative review, and tensions in the lab, in retrospect she had been overwhelmed and not at her best, mentally or emotionally. And she does vaguely recall signing something from her agent about agreeing to act in an advisory capacity for a forensics television show. And yes, she probably (clearly) hadn’t read it as closely as she should have.

But surely, surely she’d remember if she had signed off on a television show inspired not only by her books, but by her life.

Right?

Right?

zombiesuperman.livejournal.com

Bright lights. Those are normally a good thing. They illuminate the surrounding area and warn of creatures in the dark. But, if you ARE one of the things that go BUMP in the night, then bright light of any kind is not a welcoming sight. Michael Redstone was one of those things. Technically, he was forced into it. No choice of his own, really. But still, you refuse to be a weapon for someone else, and if that someone else is your good ole' Uncle Sam, then you are pretty much fucked no matter what you do or where you go. So in order to avoid the lights, he ducked into an alley, and apparently, into a bar, or nightclub of some sort.

"What the...?" Is his reaction as he looks around. There wasn't a door or anything in the alley. How did he wind up here?