milliways_bar | Entries tagged with cato

It’s been a while since Cato’s been out and about. The nightmares are ever present. Even when they’re not, he’s always been more comfortable by himself. Right now, though, he is out back behind the bar. Slowly walking near the lake making some attempt to relax. He’s been in Bar for a long while now so he’s no longer as tense and the scars on his face are present but as healed as they can be given the circumstances. He pauses a moment and looks out over the lake. Silent… Stoic, but very interruptable.

oldsugartooth

~~Caius Cosades~~ 007 makes his way down the stairs into the landing, looking as presentable as a man should after an evening like that. It hadn't been easy - he'd woken up feeling like he'd been mugged by a gorilla. He had a mild but persistent cough, and his body was aching noticeably, even for a man in his early fifties who just got out of bed. He had caught something. Fortunately, a shower and some aspirin took care of most of the aching - temporarily, at least - and he'd cleaned up nicely. He just wishes he knew where the devil the rest of his wardrobe went.

M wouldn't want him like this. He'll have to rest and recuperate. Of course, there's only one medicine that can treat the common cold. And James takes his "chicken soup" shaken, not stirred.

[[OOC: At this point, Caius is entirely convinced that he's James Bond circa Never Say Never Again. Would for him that he were done transforming.]]

never_lost_faith

Katrina Crane is sitting by the fireside today, with a cup of tea, knitting.

It's something that helps relax the mind, at the very least.

brutalcareer

Cato is sitting near the fire place, working with a knife and a whetstone. He moves the stone across the blade, honing the edge. When he is satisfied with the edge, he puts it in a sheath and keeps it there. He sat back in the chair and thought for a moment before heading to Bar and asking quietly for a drink. He smiled a little as the drink appeared and brought it back to his seat. The fire felt warm on his face and a smile crossed it as he closed his eyes. Then for a moment, his body stiffened as he remembered something. He shook himself free of the flashback and took a sip of his drink, although he was shaking a bit.

badinlatin

Milliways very rarely surprises Mal anymore - maybe it's something about his ma being Bartender here, or just the sheer length of time that he has been visiting the bar itself. Regardless, it is a choice for Captain Reynolds to visit the bar, rather than the other thing.

Except for today, when Mal pulls one of the curtains in Shuttle Two to the side and finds the sprawl of the main bar space instead of the floor space where he had thumped all his clothes on the floor last night.

"Huh. I get the hint."

[OOC: Open all day. I missed my captain. :)]

raptorcanaria

[Out of Milliways:

In which friends and new acquaintances help Dinah move home, and Star City is attacked.]

[OOM: Some threads still ongoing.]

crossbowkillshot

Daryl Dixon is sitting at the bar. His crossbow is unloaded on his back with his quiver of arrows. He's drinking some water and just people watching. He leans back in his chair for a moment and sighs.

Near the fireplace is Steve Jinks attempting to stay at least a little warm this winter. He rubs his hands together as if he has just been outside and maybe that's a face.

At a booth, Cato sits, finally feeling rested and more energetic. The scars on his face healed but still visible. They are a reminder of what he went through before coming to the bar. His look is pensive, and for a moment, one might see a smile peek out through his gruff exterior.

All are very botherable.

risen-from.livejournal.com

When the door swings open, a fresh breeze rolls in, bringing with it the scents of violet and rose, and then she is here.

Her hair is swept into a messy, elegant knot, her limbs are long and lithe, and her little black dress is rather chic. It may not be a special occasion per se, but why let that stand in the way of being fabulous?

Aphrodite slides into a seat at the Bar, easy and smooth, and crosses one leg over the other as she surveys the crowd.

"A Sea Breeze, sweetie," she says to Bar with a smile. "If you please."

[ooc: slowtime kidoodles?]

beginswithm.livejournal.com

(OOM: Ace and River had a bet. There were fried paradoxes on the line (as well as a few geckos). So who better to settle the matter than an eye-witness?)

The front door opens, pale bandaged (and thimbled) fingers curling around the door edge as the one who opened it cautiously peers into the room.

This is... not entirely what he expected. But considering he wasn't entirely sure what to expect, it would be almost impossible for it to be what he did expect.

(Do you believe in six impossible things before breakfast?)

Since nothing appears to be immediately threatening, the rather colorful figure slides further into the bar, curious despite himself.

Because of himself?

He's curious. Most people know that.

(tinytag: Tarrant Hightopp (the Mad Hatter))

(OOC: Just so as y'know, things might be slow, but I'll be tagging back... um. Until forever. And there'll probably be spoilers in the threads. And if you haven't seen the movie yet... GO!)

jdillinger

He feels like he's been walking down this corridor for ages. He doesn't have any cigarettes, it's cold enough to be winter in Chicago, and he's tired. A light at the end resolves itself into the shape of a door. Beyond, he can hear the sound of music playing, glasses clinking, and happy voices. Sounds like a good enough time. Maybe Hell isn't as bad as the pastor made it out to be.

He pushes the Door open and steps out, breathing a little sigh of relief.

A bar. The corner of his mouth curls up in a lazy smirk. Well, all right then.

[ tiny recently deceased tag: John Dillinger ]

jeweled-asp.livejournal.com

Cleopatra lounges on the couch, with a glass of wine and a plate of cheese and crackers.

She seems to be reading over a stack of ancient paperwork, and sighing. It seems that even way back when, there's a lot of paperwork in ruling a country.

Though, the new stack she picks up, she smiles. Letters. Personal letters.

jeweled-asp.livejournal.com

One thing a Queen must be very good at is looking delicious while lounging on a couch. It's a shame she doesn't have any servants here to take care of any whim she may have, but she makes do.

Right now, however, she's waiting on some lunch. A rather large lunch, for one person, but then again, she'll probably be lounging and snacking for the rest of the afternoon.

The gold dress that looks like either scales or feathers is a nice touch too.

redefinevictory

Kait has not yet left Millways, more due to worry about Sameth than anything else. She has, though, been a productive student, and was coming downstairs to exchange a book. Then her clothes change.

For a long moment, Kait stands very, very still. Once she has satisfied herself that she is not going to shift, she walks over to the Bar and asks, very politely, "What the hell?"

She receives a note.

"Seriously?"

Another note.

"And my clothes will come back?"

Another note.

"Promise?"

The next note is a trifle offended. Kait raises her hands and then sweeps a deep curtsy.

"Apologies, parata."

This apparently mollifies Bar, even if Kait is looking highly bemused. Even her hair has been straightened. But at least she appears to not be the only one so changed...

tiny!tag: kait galweigh

Current Mood: confused

7twistedwishes

The Devil saunters in, smiling brightly: things have been good for her lately, so good she does not mind at all being put into an egyptian-like silk dress and matching make-up and jewelery. Red, of course.

Lets be fair there: she looks great, even more relaxing near the fireplace with grapes and mead.

Jordan Kennedy is less than amused when her overalls are whisked away to make room for a stola, but hey: the change included full cleanup from a day at the workshop, and the garment actually fits right. She can live with skirt-like coverage.

The cybernetic arm stays as it is, perhaps because the Fates know she would react poorly to being refitted with a clanky old mechanical thing. The contrast is interesting, to say the least. If she can talk Bar into giving her a cup of wine, her mood will improve considerably.

Ryu Hayabusa is used to Milliways, enough so he is not startled to be moved from normal street clothes into a toga.

He looks damn good in it, and moves on to the counter to get a drink.

m-antonivs.livejournal.com

Friend, Roman, cavalryman... general, triumvir, the Living Dionysus: Mark Antony is radiant in his Alexandrian finest as he steps into the bar tonight.

Oh, it's been a good day.

And it just gets better, as he steps up to the bar and is given a cup of rum. He may not know why it has appeared for him, but he's not going to complain.

Very botherable.

[open until it scrolls!]

jeweled-asp.livejournal.com

Cleopatra, being her awesomely royal self, is not at all changed by this holiday. She is already Egypt, as Antony would tell her.

She's in a surprisingly good and giving mood today, decked out in her normal gilded attire, lounging on a couch, looking for entertainment.

Come talk to her while she's pleasant, and not throwing vases. Even if we all know Antony secretly likes it when she's flinging vases...

jeweled-asp.livejournal.com

An angry Cleopatra walks into a bar...and brushes the dust of broken china off her hands.

She slumps on a couch with an angry sigh. Her plans have failed. There isn't some dead Julii in Greece, but instead, very much alive and with a bouncing son and grandson. That part brings a bitter smile to her face.

Antony's son...is Atia's grandson.

But that's not the point. He should be in Alexandria with her.

A waitrat gets waved over to her, and she orders wine and food.

Dare to join her?

yosafbridge

When Saffron's door appears, she's not expecting to pull bartending duty for the evening. But when Bar sends a napkin her way kindly requesting her presence behind the bar, a grin makes its way onto her face. What else can she do but accept?

Five minutes later, the board's up.

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

Guess the lie, get a free drink.

No one ever said happy hour couldn't be fun and games.

[ ooc: slowtime for all current tags; will be picked up as soon as some sleep occurs. THANK YOU, ALL. everyone rocks. feel free to tag in if you still haven't yet. ]

jeweled-asp.livejournal.com

There is one North African queen lounging on a couch, eating oranges. There's tons of oranges around her, and she's getting progressively stickier, but she really doesn't mind.

She's trying to figure out what to do about her situation.

Come distract her?

[tiny orange-ed tag: Cleopatra]

librarian-flynn.livejournal.com

Enter a Librarian.

He's not exactly at his best, admittedly, due to the fact that he's just lost his vampire lady love. (Don't ask. It's a long story with a somewhat depressing ending.) Though, to his credit, he does appear to have received his fair share of sun.

He walks into the bar in a wrinkled suit, his white button-down shirt undone slightly, and runs a hand through his slightly disheveled hair.

He flops down on one of the couches and waits until a waitrat passes to order a drink.

m-antonivs.livejournal.com

Damn, it feels good to be fabulously wealthy, incredibly powerful, beloved by the people of Rome and Egypt alike, and one of the most gifted military commanders of his day. ~~It almost makes up for the shame of being a kept man, and of 'going native.' Life's funny sometimes.~~

The Antony that swaggers into the bar today, tattooed, eyeliner-wearing, wearing a small fortune in gold, signals the waitrats on his way over to the couches. He is in the mood for a feast, a proper one, with plenty of wine.

And wouldn't object to company.

[tinytags: that's queen cleopatra, the living isis, to you]

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

Your bartenders tonight are: Jenny, and Bart Allen. Technically, it's Bart's night to 'tend, but he's always cool with a girlfriend showing up.

There might be a puppy hanging out, too. You never know.

Specials
Hawaiian Punch
Hawaiian Cocktail
Hawaiian Sunrise
Play Spin the Bottle (and kiss whoever it lands on!), and get whatever's in the bottle for FREE!

(The latter part, Bart would like it known for posterity, being in Jenny's handwriting.)

Happy Hour is officially OPEN!

Tiny gorgeous co-tender tag: Jenny

{Thread-hopping encouraged like woah. Also? Feel free to have the bottle point to someone at a table, or something. Everyone loves a random kiss, amirite?

EDIT: Jenny's mun has unexpected company, and has to cut out early. THREADHOP EARLY AND OFTEN.}

jeweled-asp.livejournal.com

Cleopatra comes walking through the door without looking up. She's pouring over a letter with a smile that suggests she might be the cat the ate the canary. Things are falling into place.

She sits down at the Bar and orders a drink. Join her?

Botherable

[tiny tag: Cleopatra, Pan]

benloserz.livejournal.com

Here Bar, have a Ben Winchester, reading the Emergency Care Workbook.

It is a very interesting reading, but Ben might be due for a break.

Interruptions are welcome before he burns out.

jeweled-asp.livejournal.com

Cleopatra, being her young, impetuous self, has decided to take a break from ruling Egypt. She's managed to open a door to Milliways from sheer determination to get out of the palace and not have to worry (as much) about anyone trying to kill her.

So, she's walking into the Bar, looking like sex made flesh, and is looking for a drink.

Come talk to her...you know you want to...

tiny tag: Cleopatra

OOC: As per befitting the Queen of Indulgence, there'll probably be warnings for sexual content, drug usage, and throwing things...be warned! Buuuut don't be afraid!