milliways_bar | Entries tagged with bumi

Billy's still undecided on the reality of this place. He still more than half figures that he hit his head on his way out of the captain's cabin and is laid out dreaming strange dreams. But hell, there's no point in standing around and arguing the point. Here he is and he might as well look around a bit.

He'd napped in a booth in the corner and when he ordered breakfast received with it a polite note--with instructions to come back in the afternoon and tend bar. With specials.

He writes SPECIALS up on the board in a tidy round hand...and then runs out of imagination for what the specials might actually be. So, uh, welcome to Happy Hour. With unspecified Specials. Provided by the big lad with his sleeves rolled up, currently standing behind the bar pulling out bottles at random.

((Hullo! Thanks to everyone who welcomed Billy! I admit I'm kinda running out of steam for Wow I'm New Here What Is This Place threads--is it okay if we handwave/let those drop? I'd love to pick up new conversations, I just have such a hard time holding up too many OMG I Don't Believe This Place What Is It threads at the same time...))

abitofawildman

You know him!
(or maybe you don't.)
You love him!
(or maybe you don't.)
You can't live with out him!
(or maybe you have been this entire time without even realizing he existed in the first place.)

It's Commander Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumi!
(or it's an older man sitting at the bar nursing a small ceramic cup of rice wine. His Forces dress coat is slung over the stool to his left, and he's slowing making his way through a copy of a newspaper that appears to be printed in Mandarin. Though ymmv.)

mix_it_up

Asami is settled in a booth, a cup of jasmine tea by her side and a copy of 聯合日報 spread over the table in front of her. The headlines are still dominated by the aftermath of the Equalists – she's currently reading an article about the Republic's preparations for its first presidential election.

The black-and-white photos splashed across the pages include a young woman with her hair tied back, an older woman wearing slender armor that appears to be made of thin blades of steel, and a large building lined with four columns and topped with a wide dome.

Asami props her elbow up on the table, and rests her head in her hand, tapping her fingers on the paper, but still reading attentively enough that she doesn't notice the conversations occurring around her.

[ooc: Asami speaks the standard language of her world, which is similar to spoken Chinese languages, but not mutually intelligible with any specific variety. Her newspaper, and her writing in general, will be in Traditional Chinese.]

gravity_shifter

There's a table in the bar that is covered in paper designs. Some small, some as big as the table itself, all appear to be parts of a whole.

Seated at the table, furiously working on another design, is a short redhead. Sikozu isn't just going to let herself rot in this place and if Plan A is to go off without a hitch, this needs to work.

fantasticfireferret

On the other side of the door, it's a peaceful evening in Republic City, and the Fire Ferrets are two weeks away from their next match.

Their new waterbender is - something. Sure, she's the Avatar, sure, she's a great waterbender, sure, she's probably a pretty good earth- and fire- and airbender, but all those skills will mean nothing if she can't figure out how to work as part of a team.

(He still needs to get her fitted for a uniform, doesn't he? Rats. And the tailors just closed down, too.)

But for now, on this side of the door? Mako's in a booth, stirring a bowl of noodles. The sauce is of his own making - everything else is storebought on the cheap.

(He's not sure where Mr. Iwate got these lentils. He's not sure he wants to know where Mr. Iwate got these lentils.)

mjolnir_retriever

Thor has a Security badge pinned to his shoulder, a table to himself (for the moment), Mjölnir on the ground at his feet, and a large glass mug of something golden and faintly fizzy that looks, from the right angle, as if it's glowing slightly.

He also has an entire extra-large pizza, which he's making good inroads on.

Company would be welcome, if it felt so inclined!

[OOC: Aaand now I must sleep. I'll tag up slowtimes tomorrow!]

hecu_marine

Sergeant-Major Shephard is not a closed-minded man. He's more than happy to entertain all kinds of new and interesting ideas from all kinds of people and places, even if they clash severely with his original worldview. He'd only have one hand if he didn't, after all.

But, see, the thing is that last time he was open to a new and interesting idea and he got the hand in question, he only realized afterwards just what it was capable of, and he'd rather not have that happen again. Which is why he's brought his motorcycle, complete with glowing blue bits where the engine used to be, to the Milliways outdoors. Yes, the speed trials in the garage were pretty entertaining, but he'd like to get an idea of what Barsoomian engineering can do to his ride in open air conditions before taking this thing home.

Wanna come see what a radium drive can do?

all_four_wan

There's been more men coming from Wan's city, more hunters with fire, and it seems like every time they come they're less interested in hunting and more interested in causing chaos. Wan doesn't know if the Chous are telling them to go after spirits, or if it's just that after nobody-even-knows-how-long of being all but trapped, the humans are getting frustrated.

Either way, it means he needs to make sure his firebending is up to snuff, and that means training. So Wan's out the back, going through the movements of the dragon dance, with gouts of flame issuing from his hands or feet with every movement.

It's a good place to start his training, but it's not enough, which is why somewhere over at the side he has about twelve watermelons and stick figures ready to be set up. Everyone knows you train on watermelons. That's just - that's just common sense.

mix_it_up

When Asami enters the bar – for the first time since she was able to leave after being Bound for months – she immediately checks that the door behind her opens again.

It's not a guarantee, but it still feels reassuring.

After that, she walks straight through the room, and heads upstairs.

It's a few hours later when she's sitting at a table by the door, with a cup of tea and a copy of the United Daily News spread out in front of her. Someone would have to know the language of her world read the headline ('Revelation': Equalist Leader Claims Power to Remove Bending), but there's a photo beneath the large print of a man in a mask, standing below a spotlight.

Her eyes are on the story below the photo, her mouth just barely curled into a frown. Without looking up, Asami reaches for her tea, lifting the cup and pressing it to her lips.

badinlatin

"Mmf." Mal's ribs hurt. Clearly the Ng Ka Pe will help with this, if only for distraction purposes.

(He has enough self-preservation to have left his bullets at home even though he has his brushroll here, intent on doing some maintenance on the contents of the gunbelt on his hips.)

hecu_marine

Out of Milliways:

Back in February, Shephard took his good buddy Bumi to his world. Bumi got to meet Shephard's pants-on-head crazy ship, visit the biggest wine cellar still remaining in the world, see the Amazon rainforest, and eventually spend some time on an admittedly occasionally Xen-critter-plagued Brazilian beach.

You know. When he wasn't being threatened by Scandinavia's answer to Robinson Crusoe, or investigating reindeer stampedes.

Anyway, that was in February and Shephard's been into the Bar since then a couple of times, but you know how the door gets, so the Shephard you're seeing today is fresh from that Brazilian beach, and so is Bumi. The next time he comes in, he'll be back in his proper time sequence and all will be well. For now he's tanned and pleased with himself and not really being careful about wearing a glove over his metal hand, because it was a good mission, and he's paying for all Bumi's drinks for the same reason, so feel free to stop by and say hi while they're both here and in a good mood.

[OOC: two pups, two muns, tag either or both; it's out of sequence but Shephard will remember this the next time he's in, along with all his other posts since February. Bumi tags will go to slowtime very shortly, fair warning.]

hecu_marine

From November to February, the Svalbard archipelago is frozen over and the area is plunged into total darkness. Illumination is primarily from the stars, the Moon, and the aurora borealis during that time. With everything that's happened since the Combine's arrival on Earth, it has generally become the worst possible time of year to visit the area.

Unfortunately, spring is coming and there are more humans and Vortigaunts being brought into the world every day, which means more crops need to get planted pretty damn toot sweet. Which means more seeds are needed in a lot of areas the world over, which means a lot of seed banks have to be found and verified good... or one seed bank, designed to stand up to anything whatsoever and last for as long as human engineering and natural permafrost could allow, needs to be found and opened. Ideally, this would be done via air- maybe a helicopter, since it would require minimal takeoff and landing space- but that's not going to happen for any number of reasons. Most of them have to do with not having a suitable spot to launch from before the chopper's fuel runs out.

On the other hand, the ship Ms. Vance put under Shephard's command just happens to be an icebreaker and high-latitude research vessel. Its onboard AI may be crazier than a bag of bats, but it's still an icebreaker.

Shephard's in the Bar with a lot of navigational charts and tech specs, both for the Borealis and for the original Doomsday Vault. Four or five of his houndeyes are with him, playing around his table in a peculiarly quiet rough-and-tumble kind of way. Feel free to step up and say hi.

abitofawildman

If Bumi had been introduced to Halloween the last time it came around Bar-wise, it was an event that didn't stick firmly in his mind.

Based on how his clothing shifts when he walks through the door today, it's pretty fair to say he won't be forgetting it anytime soon.

The first hint that something drastic had occurred was the slight chill that ran down his spine.
This was due in part to the shifting of his attire, as well as the loss of the hair on his head. His United Forces overcoat has been replaced by traditional Air Nomad Robes, the kind of which his father favored, and his brother wears now.

It's not until he brings a hand up to scratch at his now-absent unruly hair that he catches sight of the blue pigment on the back of his hand.

Bumi stares at the back of both hands with a look of confusion that shifts to horror.
And then he swears.

He swears a lot.

hecu_marine

Shephard doesn't do Halloween voluntarily. Let's get that settled right off the bat. Folks back in Rowlesburg and the Greenbrier've been getting ready for the holiday, mostly because they can, so he's helped with that some. He's been working more closely with Manny Redondo and the rest of the Mexican and Latin American contingent who didn't go back to their homelands, though. Once they explained the difference between Dia de los Muertos celebrations and Halloween to him, their observances seemed more up his alley. Either way, he didn't intend to come to Milliways, because he's been there on October 31st more times than he really cares to remember. He doesn't trust the Bar not to take away his pants again.

The thing about the Bar is that if it wants you, it will find you. This was supposed to be the men's room. It's not. And he was supposed to be wearing his old fatigues.

He's not.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, BAR?"

... at least he has pants.

hecu_marine

Shephard had a conversation the other day that got him to thinking about this and that and the other thing. Ships, mostly. Well, ship- it's not as if the Resistance really has much in the way of seagoing capability other than the Borealis. The thing with ships is, they have captains, or they're supposed to. The world just isn't right if they don't have one at all. So he figured he'd better go and talk to Ms. Vance to make sure he had his facts straight, just in case he had to introduce the Borealis and her theoretical captain to anyone who might ask about her.

At which point Ms. Vance said that she'd been under the impression that Shephard was the Borealis' captain, since he put the ship to more use than anybody else.

That's not really how it works in his book, but when your CIC tells you something like that, you don't say no. So he nodded and saluted and went off to get the rest of his daily work done, and now he's in Milliways surrounded by his fleet of houndeyes and trying to draw up a list of responsibilities, because damn, it looks like he's got a lot more to get right than he'd thought.

Feel free to bother him anyway. Or the houndeyes. They don't bark, after all.

hecu_marine

The last time Shephard made it to Milliways, he wound up spending a good deal longer than he'd intended teaching Bumi the alphabet through alcohol (find a bottle with a label that begins with the letter, drink an appropriately sized amount of the contents). They got a pretty fair portion of the way through before the attempt sort of melted down- at least as far as Shephard remembers it. For all he knows Bumi remembers more of the material.

But there's this whole thing where there's more to English than the alphabet alone, so Shephard had a discussion with some of the teacher types back in Rowlesburg when he got the chance. They're a little short on supplies to begin with, so it's not as if he can ask for assistance to use with somebody who isn't even on Earth, but he got some titles and program names and ISBN numbers to bring to Bar.

Long story short, Shephard's currently settled in at one of the tables with a spiral-bound copy of Tutor: A Collaborative, Learner-Centered Approach To Literacy Instruction For Teens And Adults, seventh edition, taking notes as he goes. If this shit works for Bumi it'll work for Mari and anybody else who turns up at the Greenbrier with a bad case of Combine-induced lack of reading and writing skills.

abitofawildman

The note is waiting for him when Bumi finally makes it over towards Bar. It doesn't catch his eye until he's already in the process of slipping out of his heavy koala-sheep wool United Forces coat.

"What's all the then, eh?" he asks as he undoes the scarf at his neck.

The characters on the napkin shift and then reform.

"And what's in it for me, exactly?"

A large platter of blubbered turtle-seal jerky appears on her top.

"You, Sifu Bar, drive a hard bargain."

The coat comes fully off, as does the scarf. Bumi's rolls up his shirt sleeves as he rounds Bar and comes to stand behind her.

"Bar's open," he says to the room at large.

heard_of_her_now

An older lady enters the bar, her hands full of freshly-cut orchids.

She notices where she is - and more to the point, where she isn't - immediately, and her hand drops to the secateurs in her overcoat pocket... but does not withdraw with them, not yet.

(There are handguns discreetly holstered in her coat, too. She did the sewing herself.)

"Well," she says, playing for time as her eyes sweep the bar, assessing and cataloguing threats and counter-threats.

"This is unusual."

srspirate

What is this?

A lively tune?

Your host is inspired to dance!

Those who enter the bar today may notice more than the usual commotion. There is music, a table tucked in a corner for receiving gifts, and a festive banner. It has flamingos on it. Pink ones.

In addition, there is a modest sandwich board set on the Bar with the following proclamation in festive script:

La Fête Spectaculaire!
Dinah Lance Party
Anything served in the half-shell is free
Do try the coconut punch
Follow the rose petals
➸

A scattering of rose petals lead the way outside, along the path to the beach.

(OoC: Welcome to the cross-community going away party/housewarming for

innerbrat & Dinah Lance! [details and announcement] This is a standard party post; shenanigans and thread-hopping are encouraged. For your convenience, an OoC thread has been set up at the end of the post for communicating, plotting, and sending some OoC love and well-wishes to the lovely Debi. Debi and I can be found on AIM as well and in crackchat off and on all weekend. So please stop by! Thanks everybody, let's have some fun and show Debi some love. ♥

ETA: Just as an aside, the "bring a present or duel" thing was entirely for the lulz. Your pups aren't obligated to one or the other unless they want to, and this remains completely open to everyone! XD)

interrogoiterum

Renee comes in from the lake door, a sarong wrapped around the lower half of her bathing suit, a towel being rubbed vigorously in her hair, and she heads straight for the Bar, where she gets a button down shirt to cover her upper body and a napkin.

"Alright, but only 'cause you're pretty."

She doesn't bother buttoning up the shirt, because she's too busy rocking the fresh-from-the-ocean Caribbean beach look.

Dry Happy Hour
Virgin Pina Colada
Fruit Punch
Papaya Milkshake

10 percent off your drink for every question you answer.

abitofawildman

"What's all this then?" Bumi asks no one in particular as he plops into an open seat by one of the Cubefall consoles. He's curious not just because of the design of the console, but because it's the first thing in this place that he hasn't brought himself that uses proper language.

Proper being a language he can read, of course.

He's more than a little distrustful of the display, but figures if it were truly dangerous there wouldn't be so many of them in the room for just anyone to use. This is how he ends up touching the display where it says Touch to begin on...you know, in proper language.

Bumi is then presented with three options.
One, a man looking very much like himself only bald with distinctive blue tattoos and clad in saffron robes.
Two, the large shape of a skybison
Three, what appears to be a Satomobile, save for the fact that it shifts from car shape into a manshape and back again.

His brow furrows as he considers the options, and without looking up from his screen he waves down a wait-rat for some of that delicious Fire Whiskey he knows they keep in stock.

spiralmovements

[OOM: A very special day in Republic City.]

sunbaked_baker

It hasn't been her best night ever, it's true, but (sad to say) she has had worse.

While somehow Sunshine's lime-green shirt mostly escaped the spatters of blood from the fight, a sudden impact with the edge of a brick wall sometime during the struggle ripped the lower back and side of it beyond repair, as well as causing the sizeable scrape and still-forming bruises beneath the rip. The large scrape hasn't yet fully scabbed over, but it will soon. She's not exactly sure when in all the excitement the scrapes on her sides and shoulders happened, but then, she had other things to focus on at the time, didn't she?

So when Rae wanders into the bar this afternoon, looking (to put it mildly) a bit worse for wear, she makes her stiff and sore way to the kitchen to wash the blood off her hands and arms, and see to the still slightly-bleeding scrapes.

Well, she had been wondering when it'd be that she would add to her scar collection again. Luckily, Sunshine started keeping spare bandages and antiseptic in one of the kitchen drawers months ago.

Current Mood: sore

strangemerchant

It a small heart-shaped booth, towards the back of the bar, where he wouldn't be in anyone's way, The Strange Merchant had set up shop in the bar, again. He liked having discovered this place, as it opened up to him an entire realm of new customers customers. But, back to the sale!

The heart-shaped booth was lit with the familiar cerulean flicker from the blue-flamed torches, and decorated with the Persian rugs and other random knick-knacks and bric-a-bracs he has lying around. A rather tacky sight hastily posted over the former "Valentine's Day Sale" now read:

DISCOUNT CHOCOLATE DAY
ALL CANDY 50% OFF.
Ask about our discount gifts too!

BUY NOW! BEAT THE RUSH!

Welcome, stranger! What are ya buyin'? What are ya sellin'?

(ooc: My AIM is Jazzadam. Feel free to IM me.)

el_enmascarado_de_plata

Some people lead more eventful lives than others. For a good many Milliways patrons, leaping clear of an exploding Martian ship and landing on the floor of an interdimensional bar at the end of existence in a blur of silver spandex and sequin-spangled cape for the first time would be something of a shock.

For Santo El Enmascarado De Plata, it's Martes.

"Professor?" the luchador calls as he stands up and dusts himself off. "Padre? Is everyone all right?"

They might be here too, after all. Wherever here is.