milliways_bar | Entries tagged with cassidy

Everyone who has come into the bar during the past week or so has received an invitation on a little white card along with whatever they ordered. Some may know who sent it; some, perhaps, even after all this time, may not. Either way, all are welcome. It reads:

Join me, one and all
For a most fabulous and fantastic farewell
New Year's Eve Celebration!

Food - Drinks - Music - Karaoke
Come as you are
Take the stairs or the lift to the 2nd floor
And follow the trail of glitter - you can't miss it!

(All-Night Dance Party begins at Midnight)

Yours always,
The Master of Ceremonies

Won't you join him in ringing in the New Year?

The trail of glitter snakes down the hallway and leads to a pair of black double doors, a WILLKOMMEN - BIENVENUE - WELCOME sign posted on the left hand side. Once you step into the wide, expansive room, you are transported to what seems like an era between eras, a past that has blended with the present.

In the warmly lit interior, classic cabaret tables -- adorned with little lamps with red satin shades -- cluster around a hardwood dance floor, above which several beautiful orbs and mirror balls slowly rotate, casting sparkles of light like snowflakes.

Emcee will be flitting around like the social dragonfly that he is, wearing a black leather bow tie choker, and a white tank top festooned with kisses made out of red sequins. His makeup is, of course, impeccable.

[OOC: Millitimed to December 31. OPEN FOREVER]

irish_vagabond

The front door opens.

And Cassidy falls into the bar, his clothes soaked with blood and riddled with bullet holes.

Groaning, he kicks the door closed and sits up. He's clutching a large, pump-action Thermos jug, one of those old-fashioned plastic ones that you saw at picnics and barbecues when you were a kid, you push the thing on the lid and ice cold lemonade or cherry Kool-Aid comes out of the spout, but no, this one dispenses no such refreshing beverages. There's blood in this one.

Please excuse Cassidy for unceremoniously unscrewing the top and gulping down the Thermos's contents. He's been shot a lot. Like, a lot.

irish_vagabond

"Be with ya in a sec, Padre, just gonna find another shovel!" Cassidy calls over his shoulder as the door opens, and before he knows it, he's in Milliways instead of the utility closet.

"Oh. Alright, then. Bar it is."

With another quick glance back through the door, he shuts it, figuring a little pit stop is in order after...well, everything.

He certainly looks much better than he sounded the last time he made use of Milliways. Dressed in a flannel shirt, a baggy t-shirt, and proper trousers (he raided Tulip's uncle's closet), not an inch of him shows any sign of having previously been on fire.

He sets an odd, brown, lunchbox-sized item on the countertop and gives the bar a fond pat. "Hello again, me luv," he says cheerfully. "A bottle of your most nourishing whiskey, if you please, darlin'." When she provides, he uncaps the bottle, gives her a toast, and guzzles down some much needed several mouthfuls.

irish_vagabond

[ 1. How Cassidy Burned

2. Cassidy Asks Milliwaysers For Help

3. Redemption ]

irish_vagabond

It's just another day in Milliways.

Until there is a scratching sound at the door. Fingernails on wood. Scratch, scratch, scraaaaatch.

The handle rattles. And then the door suddenly opens, just a crack, and just as abruptly, it's slammed shut.

A few moments pass.

The door opens again. Slowly. Just a crack. Just enough to not be seen.

And Cassidy does not want to be seen. Not like this.

"Is anyone there?" calls a rough, growling, strained voice through the dark, narrow opening.

"Please-- someone-- help me-- I'm hungry--!"

[OOC: Threads will be extremely short, as Cassidy will shut the door as soon as he's fed. Your pup is not in danger. Well, maybe just a little. Enjoy. ETA: Anyone with a heightened sense of smell would be able to detect his severe burn injuries.]

irish_vagabond

Cassidy has decided that it's about time that he went home. Tulip's family dinner can't wait forever (technically, on that side of the door, it can), so after tidying up his room of empty bottles of liquor and household cleaners, he comes downstairs, ready to go. But when he stops by the Bar to say he'll be back, he receives a note on a napkin.

Stay.

He looks at it in confusion. "Uh, what? Sorry, luv, I've really got to--"

Another note: Take a bartending shift.

"What, now??"

Thanks. Good night. XX

"Wait- wait! I really- ...Ah, shite. Alright, luv, you win."

Cassidy stuffs the napkin-notes into his sweatpants pocket and shuffles in behind the bar. Is there a point to putting up a specials board? He doesn't really do cocktails very well.

Happy Hour Specials
Beer
Whiskey
Vodka

Whatever else comes from your home world
Or is in the fridge

[ooc: open forever!]

makes_the_toys

There is a table in the bar currently being taken up by an assortment of small clothing items. There is also a sewing kit with various threads, needles and other supplies, and a porg who is in the middle of all the mess and being outfitted by the man sitting at the table with him.

"Wings up," Cisco commands and GP the porg obediently lifts his wings so that a small parka, complete with a fluffy lined hood, can be pulled onto him.

Cisco settles the coat onto the space bird, checking the fit, then gives the porg a shrimp puff treat.

While GP munches on the snack, Cisco picks up a sewing tape and takes some measurements, jotting them down onto a nearby pad.

have_no_mercy

It's been a struggle, but Tess finally has her power back under control. She's celebrating by having a nice cup of tea while sitting comfortably in an arm chair somewhere near the Window.

She's sporting a small baby bump, which she rests a hand on, and leans back against the chair. Catch her before she falls asleep.

cook_the_rude

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is in the kitchen, making breakfast. As usual, there is enough for anybody who cares to join him; and anybody is welcome. They will be fed even if they are rude.

starrydome

The door opens.
A small, skinny child darts through and closes it softly behind him.
So no one will hear.

He is pale and jumpy, his dark hair pulled back in tight, flat braids. His clothes are worn and a little too short in the legs and tight in the body.

He takes a deep breath. Shakily.
This is the safe place.
Another deep breath.
Willing himself to lower his shoulders.
To take a step into the room.

childofrebellion

Cassian slips inside the door as behind him there's guttaral yelling, he has a cut on his cheek from where he just dodged some flying weaponary and his knuckles have a little blood on them from when he needed to hit someone. When he sees he's in Milliways, he nods, he hasn't seen it for a little while and needs a break.

The prep for the long mission he has coming up isn't going as smoothly as he'd like, his informant is clearly hiding something and keeps choosing stupid places to meet. Yes, no one will notice them in that cantina because it has a reputation for fights. At least this meeting should be enough to convince them to choose somewhere else.

When he reaches the counter, he gets some bacta, a caf and a generous plate of warm and spicy food, which he appreciates. He's been in places where he can't really cook and the food's been awful.

irish_vagabond

Cassidy comes into the bar, fully expecting to step out onto the back porch of the church rectory. Instead, he's in Milliways again. That didn't take long.

Maybe the universe is trying to tell him something. (Stay. Stay.)

He has things to process. Jesse was frustratingly evasive about what he'd done to the arsey-faced kid. And that conversation with Tulip could not have been more painful and awkward. But at least Cassidy has gotten a load off his chest, and is now waiting for Tulip to finish cooking dinner. She was shooing him out of the kitchen just before he stepped through the door.

As he passes the bar, he orders a bottle of ice cold beer, and takes it with him outside. In the shade, he settles down on the porch steps and lights up a cigarette. (Jesse had asked him not to smoke anything except tobacco on church property, so cigarettes are all he has.)

He's not a total sadsack like he was the last time he was here, so he'll welcome any company. Just don't ask him to go for a walk in the sunshine.

skyhigh_seance

Klaus stumbles, zombie-esque, through the door. The night had started so well, honestly - sure, he wasn't able to find his favorite dealers, but his fifth-favorite dealer was around, and he scored a little molly, enough to get through the night, have a little fun, right?

Ugh.

Fifth-favorite dealer is now known as 'not at all favorite dealer' because he knows this bizarre, out-of-body floatiness and it's not molly. Oh, and that cool new nightclub? Definitely used to be (or maybe still is? Klaus was trying to not pay attention) a murder den.

How does Klaus know this?

Because as he learned a long time ago, ketamine doesn't do crap about ghosts. Makes it real hard to get away from them though.

Klaus drags his ass, stubbornly, across the room and flops in a heap of leather and sequins onto the couch, somewhat-not-at-all in an orderly fashion.

Uuuuugh this sucks.

He'd flip off that ghost in the corner but he can't communicate with his hands right now. Maybe later.

irish_vagabond

It's Sunday. Jesse's sermon is over; mass is done. Cassidy had lurked in the balcony the entire time, watching and listening, anxiously wondering what Jesse was going to do. He'd set up that loudspeaker system during the weekend -- was he going to use the Word on the congregation?

He didn't.

And Cassidy couldn't be more relieved, except...he saw. He saw.

That poor arsey-faced kid.

Cassidy draws back as the churchgoers file out into the Texas sunshine, and he turns to retreat back into the attic when his door leads to Milliways.

Though it's been a while in the grander scheme of things, it's only been a few days (a rather rough few days, full of depressed drinking and drugging) since Cassidy's last visit. Because time is weird. And he might as well make the most of it.

Looking and feeling like a dumpster fire, Cassidy shuffles up to the bar and orders a bottle of cheap whiskey to start a nice, long bender.

cottoncandypink

Halloween is a tricky holiday. It's the day when all the evil of the world pops out of the ground to say hello. It's also a pretty big party holiday, and for some reason the day people let their kids run around and take candy from strangers. Michael is way too young for anything like that, so he's at home, inside, safely locked away inside.

Wilford, on the other hand, has finished up his ADR for the day and made sure nobody wants him for anything. The door catches him off-guard as he goes to find a party he can crash. But why go crash a party when he can set up his own right here?

The first thing he does is rounds up a couple of rats, explains his plan, and passes them each $100 to get their motivation going. Once they rush back to the kitchen, Wilford starts setting up the rest.

HALLOWEEN HAPPY HOUR PARTY

Tricks	Treats
Drinking Contest - $5 Buy-in	Beers on tap
Survive the blue stuff - DRINK FREE	Pumpkin Pie
Candy Blind Bag	Baesuk
Teach me a new drink	Apple Pie à la mode, served with Apple Pie à la mode
$1 Mystery	Fish Bread
Bartender's Choice	Spiced Mead

With that taken care of, Wilford mixes himself a drink and settles in for the evening.

[ooc: Happy Halloween! Thread hop, have a party, have fun! I'll be around until the kids start knocking on the door.]

irish_vagabond

Cassidy has been avoiding going back home for a while now because of Stuff and Things (a.k.a. Tulip and Jesse) he doesn't want to face just yet. But staying here means building up a tab. Eventually, the Bar slips him the Napkin. Overcome with boredom anyway, Cassidy figures a bartending shift couldn't hurt to pass the time.

Happy Hour Specials
Whiskey
Vodka
Beer

(Cocktails cost extra)

He then pours himself a foamy pint and sits back. Yeah, he knows it's counterproductive to drink while bartending, but eh.

wheatencrown

Fall has arrived and Demeter has said goodbye to her daughter. The ground is cold under her feet when the door of their home opens to Milliways. She'll spend some time here before beginning her walk.

Her dark shawl is pulled tight around her as she orders a tea and warm bread and jam to keep her warm. Once she has her food, she goes to sit by the fire, her bare feet curled under her as she watches Milliways.

mogget_cat

Yrael steps into the bar today wreathed in music from the New Orleans street behind him, and he enters with an itch, an urge, a particular intention. Even as the door closes behind the Bright Shiner, he is heading towards the counter to have a brief conversation with the Bar.

Soon he has a space cleared among the tables nearest the piano and sound system speakers. A karaoke machine with a substantial list of songs from various worlds and times has been procured, and a table has been set up with a great variety of snacks and refreshments. Lastly, he hangs a sign:

Open Mic Night
All are welcome!

Most importantly, under the sign there is a microphone on a stand, all by its lonesome in the cleared space, beckoning.

(ooc: Party post! Open foreeeevvvvveeerrrrrr! :D)

readsthearticles

The man who comes through the door staggers for a step or two, looking drunk--or looking like someone who didn't expect to shift so abruptly between sea and land. He makes a remarkably quick recovery, though, and threads his way to the bar, looking only mildly dazed. (Okay, not so mildly dazed. Just plain dazed.)

It's a good thing the Bar has a welcome pamphlet waiting right there for the newcomer. With a glass of rum. It's going to take a stiff drink and a lot of reading to make sense of what just happened.

thewidewideworld

There are advantages to having the gift of spá. One of them is being able to remember other paths his life might have taken.

Sinric is perched at the bar with a notebook, writing furiously. A glass of wine in one hand, he's dressed in one of his other-selves' lovely slimming vests, humming a song to himself as he writes.

Company is most very welcome.

irish_vagabond

"...You're his Tulip.

Of course.

I should've known that.

...What do we do now?"

The door slowly creaks open, and in slips a sad vampire.

His mind is reeling too much for him to notice right away that he's ended up in Milliways. He lingers there at the door for a moment, closing it as he slumps back against it. And he stares out ahead of him, blankly, numbly. Heartbreak feels a lot like nausea.

oh god, what has he done.

He glances up, realizing where he is.

Numb. Numb is good. He heads straight to the bar and orders a bottle of whiskey and immediately begins to chug it down.

irish_vagabond

[OOM: "Genesis? What, like the bloody band? That's a terrible name!" (Warnings for violence, blood, gore.)]

So as to not track blood into the church, Jesse and Cassidy go 'round the back to enter through the kitchen door. But when Cassidy follows Jesse through, he somehow once again ends up in Milliways.

"Ah, fer Chrissakes," he mutters, stopping short at the sudden sight of the bar in general. "You've really gotta stop sneakin' up on me like that."

He lowers his parka hood and pulls the conical straw hat off his head. His clothes are a mess, there's dried blood under his nose in a trail down his chin, and various bruises on his face and around his left eye have had time to turn purple.

irish_vagabond

[OOM: "Are we going steady now?" ]

The door opens, and Cassidy steps in wearing a green hooded parka. He stops short, genuinely startled to be ending up in Milliways right now. Quite a few things have happened in the past several hours, and he really should be getting on with finding Jesse.

But he won't stay long. Honest.

He goes up to the Bar (and receives Graverobber's note) and orders a glass of whiskey.

irish_vagabond

Who knows what Cassidy gets up to in Milliways while he's here, but today, as of right now, he's on his way out.

He still has to pick up some parts from the hardware store that Tulip told him about, which was across from the strip club, which she also told him about. Needless to say, his detour to the strip club lasted longer than he anticipated. He'll go to the hardware store tomorrow.

Cassidy stops by the Bar to break some crisp twenty dollar bills (as far as he was concerned, that ATM was broken, okay) into ones and fives. Catch him before he leaves?

quick_clean_pure

At some point after the wasp's effects wear off, expect to see a piece of sunbleached newspaper stapled to the wall, right next to Graverobber's similar previous flyer.

FOR THE RECORD, I AM STILL SELLING DRUGS.

I HAVE DRUGS THAT I AM WILLING TO TRADE FOR MONEY, GOODS, AND BAR TABS.

WHATEVER THE HELL HAPPENED LAST WEEK WAS TEMPORARY AND THE OPPOSITE OF MY ACTUAL FEELINGS ON THE SUBJECT OF SELLING DRUGS.

YOU CAN FIND ME HANGING AROUND THE BAR DRINKING BEER IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. ALTERNATELY, LEAVE ME A NOTE.

Also, for clarity for anyone looking to purchase, I am the tall goth-looking guy with multicolored hair and a coat that looks like I pulled it out of a pile of garbage.

Graverobber can, indeed, be found sitting at the bar drinking beer and looking very annoyed.