milliways_bar | Entries tagged with cassian andor

Cassian wasn't expecting Milliways, he hasn't been getting doors for a time, so as he walks through, his shoulder relax slightly. It also means that he has a good spot to work on a new device.

He finds a booth with proper sightlines, orders some caf and a plate of foods that he's been missing.

childofrebellion

Cassian hasn't noticed that Bar put him in skull makeup again this year as he's been in the kitchen cooking traditional food for the day to honor the dead. Pan de muerto and conchasare baking in the oven and he's in the process of pressing some marigold tortillas to go with the taco fillings he's made up.

Once everything's cooked, he makes himself a plate of sweet and savory along with some caf then goes to sit at a table by the fire and remember all those who are gone. Bar even gave him a small bouquet of marigolds and sugar skulls for his table.

childofrebellion

Cassian hates the heat, it makes him feel stupid. That's why he's in Milliways with a tall cold drink near a vent as he works on his datapad.

His work keeps taking him to planets that are humid and he's wishing for an ice planet like where he grew up.

childofrebellion

Cassian's stretched out on a couch, his boots are hanging over the end and he's drinking something cold with lots of citrus in it.

His work has left him aching and in Milliways, he can take up space while he does various things on his datapad, mainly work but sometimes a few puzzles.

childofrebellion

Cassian opens the door with a neutral expression that turns into relief as he sees Milliways. He's been working undercover and spending far too long being invisible, here at least he can use his own name. After getting a drink and something spicy to eat, Cassian settles in a booth to watch Milliways go by and update his datapad.

childofrebellion

One of the satisfying but time consuming aspects of Cassian's work is creating and getting forged scandocs to those who need them. Today he's set up at a booth with caf and is using Milliways' time to do slicing and forging. Mainly this involves rearranging data and doublechecking to make certain that the details are right for that section of the Empire.

childofrebellion

Cassian loves snow and when he sees it through the back windows at Milliways, he's glad that's he's already dressed for cold weather. First he's in the kitchen mixing a batch of hot chocolate and looking through the pantry to see what he might take out with him to eat.

Once he has a generous mug and a plate of baked goods; sweet and savory then he sits on the porch and watches the evening light over the snow. The rats set up a small heater on the porch so he's not too cold.

(OOC: Find him in the kitchen or on the porch.)

childofrebellion

OOM: Are you still listening?

(OOC: Mentions of war, nothing explicit just ghosts.)

childofrebellion

Sometimes there are good days when no one dies or gets hurts. Today was one of those days, Cassian was able to get a family towards safety. He enters the door with a small smile and sits down by the fire as the weather's pleasant and nicely chilly where he's entering from.

Once he's seated, he orders a hot chocolate and treats himself to a plate of pastries that he hasn't had in far too long. They're not easy to found made how he remembers around the galaxy. As he's eating, he works on needed repairs for his datapad that's gotten a little beaten up.

childofrebellion

Cassian hates hot weather planets especially when they're humid. If the air is that wet, there needs to be rain or snow. When he comes through the door of Milliways, his hair is sweaty, he has his shirtsleeves rolled up and he almost collapses in a booth to get a cold drink and a towel.

Once he feels a little cooler, he gets out his datapad and starts getting to back to his work, too hot to think properly out there.

childofrebellion

Cassian feels like everything he's wearing is sticking to him, he had been expecting heat and had prepared for it by dressing lightly. Then when he'd found a perfect recon point, the rain had started and hadn't stopped and his parka was carefully packed away on his ship.

He opens the door quietly since he can't use this roof until he gets different supplies in and nods when he sees Milliways. At the counter, Bar gives him towels and a caf as he peels off his brown jacket before heading to a table near the fire where he can take apart his blaster and check to see that the rain didn't ruin anything.

starrydome

He strides through the door, purposefully, but when he sees where he is, his steps falter and his shoulders slump a little.

It's hard to tell the age of elves.

He is not a child.
That much is easy to see.

He moves like a warrior and he is certainly dressed as one, in battle-worn armour.

His face is just as worn.

He walks a little stiffly on closer inspection, as he heads for the bar and when he sits down, he does so carefully.

"I thought you had been a dream," he tells the countertop, letting the fingers of one hand gently move along the polished wood.

His nails are torn.

Later, it will be called the War of Wrath.

Valar and dragons fought in the heavens and the world was literally torn apart.

It's been close to forty years now. 40 years of battle and bloodshed.

He is young. But he feels ancient. And frail. Loathe to trust the shimmer of hope, of peace, on the horizon.

For now, he will order something to drink and eat.

But knowing the abundance of choice stops him momentarily.

These days, he is finding it hard to choose.

last_kallig

"As if I needed the reminder that my subsection of the Reclamation Service was built to fail," Ibani mutters as she walks in, staring at a datapad.

She looks up when she feels that she's in Milliways. "Thank the Force, I could use a drink."

childofrebellion

The Front Door opens on the noises of another bar, drunken shouting and singing and someone yelling, "Come back, play another hand!"

Cassian pushing through the door with his back with a big smile in his leather jacket and in one hand there's a shine that disappears into the bag at his side, "No, no, too rich for me."

A few steps in, the door closes and Cassian's face shifts to neutral as he finds a table with a back to the wall and sits with a sigh. He knows how to play sabaac but hasn't had to get into a game like that for a while, at least he won. When a rat comes by, he orders a whiskey and puts his hand on the glass as well as stretching it a bit.

childofrebellion

Cassian's sitting at a booth cross-referencing names and images from recent intel that he's pulled from the Empire. His caf's going cold beside him as he marks another name down as captured or dead. This is a job he takes on because he's one of the people who gets close enough to get the intel and providing answers is what he's supposed to do. He just wished that so many of them weren't awful.

Later in the evening, he goes back to the kitchen to make himself some chilaquiles. His work hasn't given him the time to be in a kitchen and he's missed cooking.

(OOC: Find him at a booth or in the kitchen.)

justdidntseeit

The Front Door opens, first admitting a vibrantly polka-dotted umbrella, followed by the umbrella's owner.

Three steps inside, she pauses, recognition and realization literally stopping her in her tracks.

Behind Kate, the door closes with a quiet snick, choking off a growl of thunder she feels in the floorboards.

A heartbeat later, Kate places her dripping umbrella in the nearby stand. As she threads her way toward the bar, she glances around for any faces she recognizes.

It's been a long time.

[ ooc: old pup, old mun, folks. most definitely open till it scrolls (with the caveat that all threads will be millitimed to occur before bill pardy's). ♥ ]

childofrebellion

Cassian's collar is pulled up and his hair wet as he enters, almost blown through the door by the wind mixing with the roar of engines on the other side. The quiet stops him, he's been going and going for a while with missions that don't leave much space in between and when he reaches the counter, a note appears with his caf and a plate of warm tacos. He nods and goes behind the Bar as he sips his caf as he writes.

Specials
Corellian whiskey
Alderaan ale
Hot chocolate (my recipe)
Caf

When they're written up, he turns to start prepping a saucepan of hot chocolate and the heady smell drifts over the Bar.

herb_and_needle

Time is fluid within Milliways and Wen Qing has yet to learn this. It's been hours, maybe a day--two at most--since she was rescued from the dungeons of the Jin clan, though it's been longer down in the main bar. The room she was given (after discovering the generous payment Jīliè Yùwǔshì* had left for the treatment Wen Qing had provided) was nice and left nothing to be desired, and quite frankly, she had no desire to leave it and face life, but she realized that by giving in to despair she would give the Jin clan their final victory and she could not abide that. She also owed it to those who'd rescued her--and to her dead family--to live, and she'd been raised to always pay her debts.

So now she sits at the bar with a bowl of congee and steam vegetables, and a mug of bone broth to regain her health and strength. She also has tablet (a very strange device for her) with a zhōngwén translation of aurebesh. There is a batch of Bacta she means to learn to keep alive and thriving, if she can learn how. And if she can figure out how to turn the page.

(*'Fierce Jade Warrior', Wen Qing's courtesy name for Gamora.)
[tiny tag: Fives, Lan Wangji, Gamora, Wen Qing.]

i_am_your_host

[OOC: For those following along, the Master of Ceremonies has not been in the bar since having said his goodbyes a year ago.

A year ago, he stepped through his door. A year ago, with the help of his Milliways friends, he finally made his escape.

(Warnings: Violence throughout, lots of gore in the first thread.)]

canttrickmeanymore

Peter decided to hang out in the bar for a few days. He was here, and apparently time didn't move back home (he'd have to actually test that theory, but later), so he was going to take advantage. If nothing else, he could get some homework done and maybe be prepared for that Spanish test he'll likely have next week.

But all of that is for later when there isn't cool stuff going on in the bar - or something.

He's sitting at the bar, having a snack. Quite enjoying it too. And people - or rather, patron watching. There always seems to be something going on for him to pay attention to.

[[mun will be in and out b/c work - yay. also still finishing tags from previous post.]]

childofrebellion

Cassian enters slowly with a frown over his shoulder, he pulls his jacket closer around him, his blaster is hidden under it. When he turns and realizes he's in Milliways, he heads to the counter and orders a hot chocolate with a lot of spice.

Then he pulls out a small datapad, and taps it, not writing anything just thinking as he reviews ship routes. He doesn't want to believe the intel he was told, he doesn't want to lose another cell to fear and the Empire.

childofrebellion

Waiting is a lot of what Cassian does, waiting for an asset or a target. Today though, his wait has been for nothing and when he enters the door expecting his safehouse, he pulls off his gloves and heads to the fire.

Cold weather is complicated, it makes him homesick and more if he thinks too much about it. That's why he orders a soup and an ale as he pulls out his datapad to see how much this missed meeting changes his next steps.

Partway through his work, he looks up to realize there's an episode of Tentacles of the Waves on that he hasn't seen before.

childofrebellion

The front door opens with a squeak as Cassian pushes it open with his back, his blaster out and there's blood on visible on his cuff under his brown jacket and he's limping.

When the door shuts closed in front of him, he sags into a chair, holstering his blaster and taking a few deep breaths. That meeting couldn't have gone much worse but from what he saw everyone's safe away. For now he can rest and regroup in Milliways before cleaning up the mess.

zenigatcha

“A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty, and in the point of Life.” – Thomas Jefferson

The door to the bar pushes out from a small apartment in Lyon. Voices crowd out of the door before the men there do, asking about this or that, has someone picked up such and such, until finally Wei Wuxian is shooed through, carting a couple of bags with the big Inspector Zenigata behind him, equally laden out with gifts. They immediately stop at the bar, starting to sort things out.

"Macarons for anyone who likes them," Zenigata says and sets them on the bar with a scribbled note for 'Free, enjoy!'

"Wine for good friends," Wei Wuxian says as he puts that on the bartop. There are gifts he has for others, but they won't be delivered by the bar, he'll handle those himself.

Zenigata, however, is not that chuffed about it.. A bottle of wine is but aside for Abe no Seimei, and he backs up a little box on the table, coffee and a French press for Cassian, with a little book about it.

"I think we're settled," Wei Wuxian said. "At least with the things we're leaving for the Bar."

"Good," Zenigata said, before he turned to the two biggest bags. "Now, let's haul this stuff into the kitchen for Sunshine-chan, and leave her a surprise!" It cannot be emphasized enough: Sunshine definitely got the best gifts of all; fancy flours, new pastry bags, frosting tips, the works. She's been so good to them, and sometimes it's nice to be very, very good back. It's all beribboned, with a drawing of Sunshine care of Wei Wuxian, and placement care of Zenigata.

Once they're all settled, Zenigata comes out to sit at the bar, grab a macaron, and relax. Wei Wuxian waves his goodbyes and heads out the door to find his friends -- after all, Lan Zhan rarely comes inside, Wen Qing might still be skittish, and who can say where Wen Ning will be found?

[OOC: Encounter them together while they're inside, Zenigata alone at the bar when Wei Wuxian has left, or Wei Wuxian outside the bar! Just specify in the tags!

If you're friends with Zenigata, assume you get at least a bottle of wine, if not anything more specific mentioned here. Wei Wuxian will hand-deliver his important gifts.]

childofrebellion

Cassian has a dozen coffee walnut cupcakes in front of him and a large mug of caf. His bag is hanging on his chair with a weight in it and he's taking apart a cupcake as he looks over a datapad.

This mission is going to be a long one and lonely, there's no way he can finish all these cupcakes but maybe he can share them with friends here as he works.