milliways_bar | Entries tagged with chuck bartowski

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

'sup, Milliways. Your resident tech geek spy is in the bar, eating a plate of fries. Om nom nom. He's a little distracted by spy stuff, because this often happens, and also the mobile phone he is fixing in his spare time. Because, you know. He has a job he has to attend to every so often so he doesn't get fired.

But company is awesome. :D

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

'sup, Milliways. Chuck is hanging out on the couch today, legs hanging over the armrest, with a Nintendo DS and a small bag of Fritos. Unfortunately, nobody's told him about that flu virus, so he'd be quite happy to have company.

lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com

Former tourist Charlotte Charles is preoccupied.

Said preoccupation comes in the form of a rather impressive rendering of the Leaning Tower of Pisa - which Chuck has taken upon herself to construct completely out of cheese.

At the moment, she's tearing thin pieces of American to use for the columns. (The Swiss cheese is doing rather nicely as the arches, since those come with pre-created holes, anyway; in addition, she's stuck a small toothpick on the top to serve for a flag later.)

Every now and then, she nibbles on a scrap piece, tilting her head slightly to study her progress.

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

So, apparently Stanford is overrun by spies, spies, ~~avian~~ college spies. Because the CIA uses colleges as recruitment ground.

And apparently, if you dig deep enough into spy intrigue, you find things out that can turn a part of your world around and leave you with a nasty sense of emotional vertigo.

Clearly, though, the Chuck in a chair near the fireplace is thinking about his apple pie, though, and not emotional things. ~~Or even toga parties.~~

swordthatslices.livejournal.com

Lately, Jedi Jaina Solo hasn't been too fond of tapcafs. It's become impossible for any Jedi to walk inside of one without getting worried looks from the patrons or predatory looks from reporters, both groups just waiting for an incident to happen. Of course, it doesn't help that being Jaina Solo attracts those kriffing journalists for a whole different set of reasons.

But Jag wanted to meet here. Something about trying to have a normal date like normal people. Which is why, if not for the lightsaber swinging off Jaina's belt, you might not consider the petite woman to be a Jedi at all. Not with that low-cut red tunic and the tight black leggings she wears beneath it.

Still standing by the door, Jaina cautiously looks around for Tyrr or any other reporter ready to jump her with a million questions on the Jedi or her engagement or Force knows what. But what she quickly determines leaves her utterly confused.

This isn't the tapcaf on Republic Boulevard. It's something else.

"...what the kriff?"

[ooc: opened until it falls off the page]

piesordeath.livejournal.com

Ned is ... feeling pretty good today.

Well, in a manner of speaking, anyway.

He's glad he helped out with the Milliways murder case to the best of his ability (but he hasn't heard if any of his or Tom's expertise managed to catch the murderer yet) even if the memories of the body still give him the heebie-jeebies.

He sits at the bar, holding a cup of hot coffee between his hands. Next to him is a copy of the Papen County newspaper, which he'd finished reading a while ago.

Digby is lying near his feet (but still keeping a very safe distance away from his master), happily gnawing at a chewtoy from home.

[ooc: open for ages!]

the-nice-1.livejournal.com

At the one booth, Aleph has set up a laptop and is in the process of linking them up in an (futile, she knows) attempt to get ahold of the Global Frequency. Despite its inability to hook her up, it does provide her with a computer on which to begin a database of Milliways information to add to the Frequency's database when her Door opens.

On the other side of the room, Chuck Bartowski is busy attempting to convince a Buy More client's laptop to boot up. It isn't going well.

Tiny tag: Aleph

binaried.livejournal.com

Coffee is a necessary part of life when you're a college student. In fact, some people don't event acknowledge the existence of most of creation without that first cup. Merlin doesn't think he's quite that bad, even during the summer when he's taking a well-deserved break before the final year hits and everyone scrambles toward getting their diplomas.

However -- it also must be said that walking into a cafe near the Berkeley campus expecting caffeine and breakfast, but ending up with a bar, isn't the best morning welcome for someone who hasn't had that lovely little wake-up call. He turns, glances behind him at the hot summer day, and steps in fully.

He's just going to stare for a couple of minutes and wonder if Candid Camera had something to do with this.

[ooc: Just as a heads up, Merlin is reset. Details here, reading before tagging is suggested. Pingable at frenetic ennui on AIM, and be aware of random slowtimes involving kids. Open until falls off the front page.]

tiny tags: chuck bartowski, sparrow

mnt_mike

Strange things are afoot at the ~~Circle K~~ Bar at the End of the Universe.
The door to the Staff Hallway is propped open and the hallway itself is lined with balloons of the purple, silver, and the brightest of orange. Music of the dance variety can be heard reverberating down the hall. The smell of tasty and delectable deliciousness hangs heavy in the air.

Outside festivity also abounds. The beach surrounding the Caribbean Inlet is dotted with Tiki torches, and a rather sizable bonfire pit appears to have been freshly excavated.

Come one!
Come all!
Eat, Drink, and be Merry for tomorrow the Universe ends....every hour on the hour.... just like yesterday.

ofmanynames.livejournal.com

There are rules to Sarah's profession. There are many rules, a number of which she's broken.

But there's one rule Sarah Walker won't ever break. And that's to stay on her guard. Which is why, the second she walks into Milliways rather than the Weinerlicious, she pulls out a concealed gun (hidden underneath the skirt of her uniform). Not too far from the door, Sarah stands in a defensive position before hesitantly making her way further into the room to investigate. The firearm goes down to her side, tucked into the black corset and ready to be pulled out at a moment's attack.

Never let your guard down. Otherwise you may wind up dead.

[tiny cia tag: sarah walker]

justaskyou

"Dad, I'm home! Are you -" the girl in the doorway stops short, tightens her grip on her backpack strap.

Now, Alexis Castle would like to think that she is a relatively well-adjusted and level-headed fifteen-year-old. And she's almost entirely certain that she wasn't accidentally slipped some sort of high-dosage hallucinogen in her lunch meat this afternoon.

(Though, really, you can't put anything past the New York City school system.)

So when the front door opens to what should be her living room teeming with people and replaced with some sort of bar, it's kind of understandable that she blinks in a puzzled manner.

"- in?"

And then sighs the sigh of the long-suffering.

"There is no way there was enough time for this between this morning and now."

[tiny tag: alexis castle, chuck bartowski, kate beckett, rick castle]

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

There is a Chuck, at a booth, wearing sunglasses and nursing a cup of Raktajino.

Somebody has a hangover from last night's game of Spin the Bottle.

Also ABBA songs running through his head. Whyfor this paaaaaain.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

From here. Aproximately.

"-And then if they hadn't figured it all out by the time the music hit, the Jolly Rodger should have tipped them off. Or at least I'd hope so. If not I'd be tempted to go back there and leave a calling card of some type or another-"

Enter in Laini and Riley, carrying laptop cases and various other assorted techy-type things. Riley's still dressed like a ~~waiter~~ casino technician, while Laini's in a classic Little Black Dress.

Hey, nobody died (on their side), she proved her l33t sk1llz, and they got away. Laini is still laughing and ready to call for Doing It Again.

[OOC: May have to be calling slowtime for Riley right away, but Laini's totally free to talk!]

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

So, apparently, the well-thought-out evil genius plan these days is blowing things up. Chuck doesn't know why, because he's nowhere near the evil genius status.

(Of course.)

Regardless, the whole thing blows over when he defuses Laszlo's bomb on an extremely tenuous 'if you're lying about this, then you must be lying about that' line of reasoning that would do Vizzini proud.

So the question on all minds is, obviously: Chuck Bartowski, now that you've rescued the inhabitants of that building that was going to be blown up, what are you going to do next?

And the answer?

Happy Hour Specials
Raktajino
Tarkalean Tea
Vesper Martini
Buzz Beer
Chocolate Milk

HE'S going to ~~Disney World~~ Happy Hour!

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

{OOM: Meeting you with a view to a kill,
Face to faces, secret places, feel the chill.

Spoilers for 1x06, Chuck vs the Sandworm.}

At some point, Chuck entered the bar. The narration is kindly tiptoeing past the manner and emotional state, because- as in many things, such as Ea- the method doesn't matter as much as the result.

And the result is that Chuck is curled up in a chair near the fire, staring very hard at the firefish and counting his breaths (432, and on the longish, deep side. He lost count a couple times). He has a large, fluffy pillow which he is clutching in wanton disregard of his street cred, because it aids him in his task considerably.

(The task being necessary to convince his body it can stop shaking now and to push past the crushing guilt and the ongoing tirade in his head that sounds a lot like stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid.)

Tiny (slightly) traumatized tag: Chuck Bartowski

isaysimplewords

Sam Linnfer and Cal Chandler are on a sofa by the fireplace, taking up less of it than you might think; they're sitting comfortably close, leaning together, with Cal slouched down to accommodate Sam's much smaller frame. (Either Cal is too tall or Sam is too short. It really depends on who you ask.)

They're talking about something or other that has them both attempting to look serious and not really pulling it off. They would probably not complain if anyone wanted to join them.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns; tag in and get both! Open till it scrolls off the front page.]

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

If you should venture out this afternoon, you might happen upon a certain Chuck. He's wearing ~~tight~~ comfy jeans, a t-shirt, and the sunglasses that have been a stable of his sartorial choices the past couple days, and is stretched on the grass, arms crossed under his head. This would be the perfect, idyllic pose to watch the clouds, except Chuck doesn't currently have eyes.

And did we mention the pen? There's a pen in the air, doing loop-the-loops and figure eights with apparently no outside help.

Someone is playing with his new Jedi mind powers. :D

This is not the tiny tag you are looking for. Move along: Chuck Bartowski

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

Chuck? Chuck approves of this Cubefall business. Yes, he probably knows what it is, and the options presented to him for transformation...

Well.

He chooses yes.

For the most part, there doesn't appear to be much of a change in Chuck. Except around the facial area.

After a moment, the bar provides him with a pair of sunglasses, so he doesn't freak out his friends with his lack of eyes.

But dude he can use the Fofce!

Milliways? Chuck's a Miraluka now. We would suggest fear, but that leads to anger, and anger leads to hate, and hate leads to the Dark Side. Healthy caution would probably be best. Espeically while he's adjusting to the Force-instead-of-vision thing.

Tiny Force-sensitive tag: Chuck Bartowski

basic_powers

There is nothing so priceless as the look on Tyler's face when he comes down from his room to find the entire bar made of moving parts and blocks to be reconstructed.

Which can only mean one thing.

"Cubefall!"

Cue one happily building little boy sitting at the Bar, with his vidwindow of various options nearby, slurping down a smoothie. Come forth and bother him before he makes his form decision!

[Tiny information bank tag: Chuck Bartowski]

river_meimei

Naomi's on the mend; she's running around almost as usual, now, but she's more prone than usual to abrupt (and very cranky) bouts of tiredness. Wash and Zoe are, unsurprisingly, watching her with the eagle eyes of worried, protective parents who only have one toddler to mind. Simon stopped by yesterday evening, pronounced her nearly well, and vanished again to resume his frantic studying for exams.

River, right now, is stretched out on her stomach on a rafter. Her toes are pointed; her skirt falls in red and white ruffles to either side of the beam. Her chin is resting on one folded arm.

With the other, she's eating a bowl of fresh raspberries.

[Tiny tags from above: Chuck Bartowski, Castiel]

bythatmuch.livejournal.com

[Here, Milliways! Have an EP from someone who hasn't really been around for the past few months! >_>]

The front door opens with a quiet woosh! and in strides a slightly beat-up looking Maxwell Smart. He's not really bruised or bleeding, but his suit's torn in a few places and he kind of looks like he's been rolling around in someone's fireplace.

There is also a very large cloud of dust, followed by the sounds of a woman scream-coughing at him. "Max, you idiot! Why — " coughhack "Why did you — where are you going? Eighty-Six! HEY!"

He nudges the door closed with his foot and starts laughing, then runs a hand through his hair to shake some ash out of it.

There really isn't anything quite like falling through a heating duct and landing in an old, (luckily) disconnected furnace with your partner.

Your partner, who spent half the mission yelling at you.

Your partner, who thought wearing white today was a Good Idea.

Ah, schadenfreude.

If anyone needs him, he'll be at the bar, making friends with a big glass of fruit punch.

(Though the narration would advise anyone with asthma or allergies to stay away from him, as every little movement he makes sends a bit more dust into the air. He's like Pig-Pen!)

[tiny dusty tag: Maxwell Smart
tiny fellow spy tag: Chuck Bartowski]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

A bored Atton is a potentially destructive Atton, so Bar gave him building blocks to keep him occupied.

He's currently arranging them painstakingly into a model of the Jedi Temple.

Botherable.

notabricklayer.livejournal.com

(OOM: Maybe she wasn't even that pretty in real life. Spoilers for S1E1 "The Man Trap")

The door slides open with a convincing if somewhat rattly 'woosh', and McCoy wanders in, scrubbing at his eyes with one hand and irritably thumping at where the light panel switch should be in his room.

When his hand hits wood instead of formed bulkhead, he freezes.

And actually looks around.

"Now, don't tell me after all that I'm actually goin' crazy."

(OOC: Annnnd he's back! Restarted from the beginning of the series, and no, I still haven't seen the movie (this week, promise), so... yes! One somewhat cranky good ol' Southern doctor, at your service.)

twopointohbaby.livejournal.com

Jake walks into the bar after a long day at work, still in his slacks, button-down, and NSA badge. His housekey is quickly pocketed once he realizes where he is, exactly. Milliways wasn't what he was expecting, but the relieved smile that appears on his face shows that he's not upset to see its friendly space at all.

Then, there's a nipping at his heels. Jake ignores it the first time, and walks over toward the bar to grab a glass of ice water.

Then it happens again. "Hey, cut that--wait. Where'd you come from?"

The innocent little face that stares back at him as he turns around says nothing, and just gazes up at him with baleful eyes.

(Jake has never had a puppy. Jake is also unable to resist the cute.)

"You have a mommy or a daddy, little guy?" he asks, carefully kneeling down to check the dog's tags and scratch under its chin. It's current on all shots and male, but seems to have lost its nametag, as well as any contact information.

"Well," Jake says, I guess you're with me for now, aren't you?" He trots over to the bar to get water, and the dog follows on its stubby little puppy legs. This one's a keeper, folks.

[Tiny Tags: Jake Foley (and puppy), Chuck Bartowski]

allstarchuck.livejournal.com

From Chuck's booth comes the sound of snoring.

If anyone should happen to investigate, they would find one Charles Bartowski, fallen asleep with head in arms, surrounded slightly by toy dinosaurs.

They shall rule over this land, and they shall call it... This Land!

Tiny Tired Tag: Chuck Bartowski