milliways_bar | Entries tagged with bruce wayne

It really hasn't been a good week for Jay. But on the plus side, the drugs are out of his system.

After considerable prodding and poking from the medical team, he's been cleared with orders of a good meal and lots of rest.

Now he just wants to sleep for a week.

Only he really doesn't because he knows the horrors his mind has been twisted into the last two days will re-manifest as nightmares. For months.

Nothing feels real. Nothing tastes right, especially not the soup the Bar forced on him with orders to eat.

Hollow eyed and backed into the most defensible corner of the bar, Jay is playing with his food.

{ooc: Milli-timed to before meeting Emcee in his room and highly probable feel warnings. Open to all but don't expect him to be coping very well.}

master_bruce

A handsome man of around forty enters the bar this evening, dressed in a decent suit and carrying a nondescript briefcase. If one looks closely, they might see the remains of a fading bruise at the outside of one eye, and evidence of scraped knuckles on one hand.

There's a brief look of relief at finding himself in the bar. He heads over for a drink, orders Scotch on the rocks, and loosens his tie just a little. It's been a long few days, and Colonel Wayne is ready for some down time.

[OOC: His write-up here. Open until Friday, unless he gets another EP. Apologies for any slow or pauses, still a bit under the weather and have other stuff afoot also.]

runningred

Jay’s making a start on Christmas presents, trying not to leave it to the last minute this year. He has a couple of tables pulled together and has them covered in plans and designs.

Be warned, he may hide things if you come over to talk, just so he doesn’t spoil to surprise.

master_bruce

'You OK?'

'I am better. Now.'

janebecomes

After a couple of awful days sleeping in her room, Jane finally feels like herself again and mortified by what 'Selina' did. She's rather too pale and wishes that Tom would somehow appear, but she knows that would add another pain to what has occurred. At the counter, she picks up a cup of tea and drops off three notes.

( Mr. Charles Kenton )

( Mr. Bruce Wayne )

( Mr. Jason Todd )

Once Bar has taken all of the notes, Jane looks into her cup of tea, she will finish this and then return home to the pain she knows.

(OOC: Open all weekend for tags.)

janebecomes

Selina hasn't been feeling any better but she refuses to stay up in her room where there are piles of manuscripts that make her head hurt. Since she's been feeling chilly, tonight she's wearing a black sweater dress with a long gold necklace and her hair partly up.

When she sits down, she's greeted by a napkin and smiles before moving behind the counter and pouring herself a whiskey. The cocktail book is fun and she enjoys finding specials before writing up in elegant handwriting.

Specials
1800 Black Cat
Diamond Fizz
Gotham
Make me feel better and your drink could be free.

(OOC: Jane still thinks herself Selina Kyle, and at 1:30 am EST, I'm for bed. I'll be hitting slowtimes and this open for new tags until it scrolls or another Happy Hour goes up, whichever comes first.)

runningred

Jason is healed, well healing, well kind of. At least he's taken enough painkillers for it not to bother him so right now.

Holed up in his room, he's going stir-crazy so tonight he's down in the bar getting drunk and hustling pool. Anyone feel like taking him on?

master_bruce

It has been a....difficult kind of day. The kind of day where he wants to stay in the mansion, and tinker with the final modifications of the armour, and work out, and fix the cave. Instead, he's been in this suit all day, making nice with the board members who are trying to turn his father's company into something that sells weapons. He doesn't understand how it happened. They don't want him around, he doesn't want to be there - how did getting out of the building take all day?

He needs a beer. Just one. Then he'll go home and unwind at his real job. So. One frustrated billionaire is at the bar, expensive tie pulled loose, wishing all kinds of unpleasant things on certain people of his acquaintance.

kitchen_maid

[OOM: The Christening of HRH Prince George*.]

*Of Ambergeldar. Not that other one.

kitchen_maid

It scandalizes the Court, a little, that Her Majesty the Queen tends to cart the Princes (when they are very small) around in what are (if one wants to be technical about it) marketing baskets lined with very soft blankets.

On the other hand, it has made Messrs. Upsett and Twining, Basketmakers, By Appointment to His Majesty King Algernon, exceedingly happy, as marketing basket business has been very good, and everyone wants one just like the one the newest Prince is currently dozing in.

Amy finds it convenient, and as her son is safe and comfortable, she's not too fussed with anything beyond that. And it does make it ever so easy to take HRH George visiting at the end of the Universe.

Besides, it was good enough for Moses.

So, one Queen settled on a sofa, with one eight-day-old Prince sleeping in his marketing basket and under his Royal Mama's watchful eye.

[OOC: Slowness and intermittence possible.]

noteful

[OOM: Just your average, run-of-the-mill, international and interdimensional double date.]

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears]

cutting_edgex23

X slips into the main bar from her room in the Staff hallway.

The silence -- and lack of cats -- was worth not having to go back to Paris just yet.

Soon. When she is better.

In the meantime, she makes her way to a corner table, stopping briefly at Bar to order something for dinner.

Spaghetti is an old comfort food, and when combined with a root beer float it is one of the best.

Go figure.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: In Ambergeldar, Bruce, Princess Susan, and X have a picnic. There are no teddy bears in evidence. Gingerbread houses, though, they've got those in spades.]

master_bruce

OOM:

In which Bruce and X prove, once again, that they fight crime FOR A REASON.
(Because emotions are hard, and they're rubbish at them.)

daringyoungman

[OoM: In which Wayne Manor security is proven to be almost, but not quite, inadequate against Batpeople. Thank goodness for X.]

daringyoungman

Robin is sitting at the bar, waiting to see Sameth about those glasses. And while he's also thinking about weird things from other dimensions he can take home, he's finally asked bar for one of those T-Minus devices.

So there teenager in dark glasses, at the bar, poring over the device.

turbingTurdus has signed on.

He'll look up if anyone interesting comes near him in person.

master_bruce

Millitimed waaaay back before Christmas:

OOM: Testing the Hardware
(Or; Bruce lets X loose on the Batsuit.)

master_bruce

T'was the night before Christmas

[OOC: Millitimed to tomorrow]

callipygos

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door

Oh I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you

Slowtimes ongoing!

master_bruce

He always seems to get pulled in here on his way back from the office. Maybe it's the universe's way of acknowledging that too long spent there makes him want to beat himself over the head with a bottle. Maybe it's just coincidence. Either way, it means he always ends up in here looking like a stuffed shirt.

He can live with that, though. Probably safer, if other people from Gotham happen to be around. But today was particularly boring, so he has no hesitation in pulling his silk tie off, and unfastening his collar button.

'Thank you. I'll take a beer, please.'

What the hell. He'll live it up for space of one drink. It's presented promptly, along with a small box and a note from Meg. Both items make him smile, and he carries them to a booth at the side of the room.

battle_butler

It's been nearly three years for Alfred, since Bruce Wayne vanished without trace.

Once a year, he's taken a holiday. Just a week, then back to tending the house, grounds and keeping half an eye on the company.

He's been to Florence before. He likes it here.

He does the usual things, goes to the cafe on the Arno, wanders the streets. There are always new streets to roam, no matter how long he spends here.

Hmmm, he'd never noticed this door being a public establishment before. So, Alfred opens up the door.

And steps into a room that really doesn't fit between those shops either side. He takes a moment to assess the situation, before deciding that it doesn't make much odds right now, it's probably best to get out of the way of the door. Indeed, as this is clearly a drinking establishment, he heads over to the bar to wait for a bartender. Doesn't really matter where he is, as long as he's out of the midday sun.

Some habits die hard though, so you may not notice them, perched upon the relatively lurid large brimmed hat that he placed upon the bar top, but there's a pair of reflective sunglasses giving him an excellent view of the room behind him, even as he looks up and down the bar for a bartender.

[ooc: Wow you guys are AWESOME! unfortunately, I must now beg for slowtimes, because it's half past midnight here, and apparently I need to be up in the morning. Something about my mothers birthday?]

master_bruce

Bruce had been obliged to spend the day sorting out matters of business. That is, the business of Wayne Enterprises. Not the other business.

All things being equal, he'd rather be in the Batcave, or out in Gotham. But there's this stock exchange plan to scupper, and that requires at least some paperwork - Alfred had offered, but it's time he started doing it himself, really.

Milliways, then, is a welcome surprise. He wanders in straight from the front door of the manor, still in his ridiculously neat, and expensive, suit; still carrying a briefcase. Huh. Well, this is as good a place as any to get it done. It'll leave time for the other stuff later.

So. One businessman, armed with a pen, a protein shake, and some unidentifiable green stuff in a glass. He probably won't mind an interruption.

[OOC: Whoa, OK. Nearly 02:30, which definitely means slowtime is in order. Thanks so much everyone, loved them all! Will pick up on the morrow. <333]

kitchen_maid

[OOM: So, good mornin', good mornin'!
Sunbeams will soon smile through,
Good mornin', good mornin' to you.]

[OOC: Some threads still ongoing.]

kitchen_maid

[OOM: When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick,
With my chick by my side the radio does the trick.
I love to dance right on the spot!
The beat's really hot,
Dance, dance, dance, yeah!]