milliways_bar | Entries tagged with clementine johnson

"...And that's when I told him that the hot dog was a metaphor for his..." Clementine trails off, stopping short as she elbows Sam in the chest accidentally.

This isn't a beach in Miami, but it will do. And it's better than being accidentally zapped into a jail in Reno.

Please, come bother them.

Or mock them. However the spirit moves you.

[OOC: Two characters, two muns! Tags are in instaslows but we'll both be coming back ASAP to answer!]

hey35andholding

[Warning: Elves]

Clementine's just looking to relax. It's been a very trying time for her, trying to choose between staying at Milliways and going home and sorting out the mess that is her conviction. She's eating pizza and staring morosely at her plate when she coughs and curses under her breath. Looking up, she lets out a squawk.

There's a doll.

Staring at her.

On top of the bar. Where one wasn't before.

"What the fuck?" she mutters, pizza dripping from the corner of her mouth.

The next time she looks up there isn't just one doll.

There's five.

Assistance appreciated.

hey35andholding

[OOM: Prison Life]

A woman in an orange jumpsuit stands blinking in her doorway for just a moment.

The inaction does not last for long.

"HOLY..." a long, long string of expletives fill the air. What does she want to do? Does she want to take a shower? Go upstairs and relax in her actual, real bed?

No, she knows exactly what she wants to do.

"Booze, now, please," she begs the bar. One shot gets downed, the another. "Keep 'em coming,"she begs.

Welcome back to Milliways, Clementine.

hey35andholding

Clementine knows she has to face the music eventually, and she's dragged out her stay at Milliways for long enough. At this point she just wants to get it over with, wants to avoid the risk of slipping through the wrong door and getting locked out against her will.

So she asks Bar for some notecards and fills them out:

( For her close friends )

( For Michael Westen )

( For Sam Axe )

The last she seals with a kiss before turning toward the door and heading out, only her purse and her badge in hand.

Dixie, meanwhile, is finally ready to face down Doc. She only hopes she'll come out in one piece. Brisco knows she'll be waiting on the other side, but for everyone who means anything to her in the Bar, she scribbles down a quick note:

( For her friends )

She has a steadying drink of sherry before she leaves to take care of business.

[OOC: Two exit posts in preparation of two canon updates, up for reactions! They'll both be back soon for eps. Feel free to react, especially if you think you'd get a note from Dixie or Clem in a situation like this!]

a1enzo

Hovering windows* scattered throughout the bar this evening advertise a party out back.

It's pleasant out, and a sound system has been set up by the flattest section of ground, the better for dancing. There is a table with an assortment of party-suitable games on it, and the requisite snack table, of course, as well as a (currently) cordoned-off table bearing an ungodly number of pies.

There is also an adult-depending-whom-you-ask sprite ready to greet folks.

*Okay, not that many. And not as noisy or intrusive. He knows better these days. Nobody likes pop-up ads.

[OOC: Open forever! If you think you might've been invited, you've been invited. If not, drop by anyway! We have pie!]

havetubawilltravel

It's a much bouncier Pinkie who emerges from the Everfree Forest entrance to the bar today; happier, cheerier, and completely self-assured. You might even hear her humming a catchy tune under her breath. Don't ask how she learned it. It was probably a request from her to Bar.

She boings to a stool and pats the bar. "Hiya, Miss Bar! I hope you're having a superdy-duper day!" In response, she gets a tiny pink napkin. "Can I do an end-of-summer Bartending for you? Can I?!" Then she leans in and says, loudly and aside, "WHAT'S A SUMMER?!"

Another napkin appears. "Okey dokey!" Pinkie says, nodding firmly. "I understand completely."

She doesn't, but she thinks she gets the general gist of it. Soon she's behind the bar, and with some effort there appears a menu, which reads just like this:

End of ~~Sommer~~ ~~Sumer~~ Summer Harvest Party!
(money off if you come in wearing a snorkel and flippers! Even more if you can hula while you wear them!)

MENU:

Blueberry Iced Tea $1.40
lemonade Mint Spritzers $3.50
Banana Split Mega Milkshakes $2.00

SUPER FLAMING BANANA SURPRISE $2.00 (With Ice Cream - $2.50)

COOKIES!
ALL KINDS!
$.50 EACH
(If you don't see it, ask!)

In a second, the bar is strewn with festive streamers, a dusting of confetti, a dotting of the bar with plastic fruit arrangements, and a smiling bartender who's making herself the biggest ice cream sundae possible.

"If you wanna drink or a snack," she calls, "Come on up!"

And with that, bartending is open for the evening!

(And in the distance, there is also a bored blonde cop in a sarong drinking something powerful. The display before her causes her to raise an eyebrow.

"When did they start letting horses in here?" she asks no one in particular.

[OOC: A special Pinkie Pie 'tending for Labor Day Weekend, with bonus Clementine!. Player is around all night, prioritizing this post and backtagging others, though things will be slow initially while I attend to shower and dishes. Open til the next tending!]

hey35andholding

Clementine has been officially/unofficially been hanging out in Milliways for about three months now, and she has to admit that this whole End of the Universe living situation is kind of sweet.

Speaking of sweet, that clattering noise that's coming from the kitchen, followed quickly by a sharply sweet odor? That's Clem trying to make pancakes while burning blueberry incense. And no, you don't want to know why she's burning incense while she's cooking.

Please, please for all that is good in the multiverse, distract her.

headed4hell

Grace feels like celebrating.

But, you might say, Grace often feels like celebrating. You'd be correct. However it is not often that Grace comes home and spends ten frantic minutes hunting for Gus and convinced he's been dognapped or worse by the irate drug dealer she is currently trying to take down.

(He was under the bed.)

Which is why tonight's happy hour comes with a canine companion in the (rather large) form of Gus stretched out on a dog bed at Bar's end, happily devouring a bone.

"Gus Gus," Grace calls out as she scrawls specials on the board. "You okay?"

Aaaaaruuuufff! comes back.

"Good. Bar's open, people."

Grace lights up a cigarette and settles in, only shaking a little.

Specials:

The blue one
The green one
Whatever's in that bottle with the skull and crossbones
Gus's choice

[OOC: I'm up and down, usual slowtime warnings apply unless you ping and want something quick, tag amongst yourselves, etc. :D ETA: Have to take a break for tonight. Will pick up tags in the morning!]

nohillforastepper

Thanks to the magic of Milliways, it's still going to be a while until Captain Blazkowicz's group of volunteers is going to be ready to assault Castle Wolfenstein's keep and exterminate the Nazi garrison therein. It's therefore quite fortunate for Bar that he sticks around - there's a big holiday coming up. B.J wouldn't say it's his favorite favorite, but - it's up there, tied with Christmas and a few others.

He doesn't protest when he sees the napkin, especially once he sees the date in-Bar.

"Say no more, Miss."

A sign is put up in short order.

Happy Hour

Lemonade
Mojitos
Margaritas

Half-off all Texas beers

He's not the ostentatious type - there are no banners or streamers, no gaudy displays of Old Glory. He figures a simple American flag, hung from the top of the sign as proudly as its small size will allow, will suffice.

"Bar's open, folks."

hey35andholding

( Morning )

( Elevenses )

( Afternoon )

( Evening )

( Midnight )

[OOC: I tried to take a tending on Saturday, then one on Monday - both fell through due to construction mishaps and general stress related to home repairs. Consider this an apology and a replacement for those posts - all of my characters, all in one post. OTA and open forever, be sure to say who you want when you tag in!]

hey35andholding

Clem's been feeling off ever since she'd attended Watson's bartending. An ache here, a cough there, a couple of chills. Before she knew it she'd developed a craving for something else - a good time.

Therefore, if you approach her you'll note that she'd rather more elegantly dressed, with tasteful makeup and clothing. And she's drinking an expensive, tasteful chablis instead of rot gut. And, and...

It's arguable, in fact, that the woman sitting there at the bar isn't truly Clem at all.

Milliways, meet Rita.

[Clem's under the impression that she's Rita, Wendi's character from the Bridesmaids series. Open forever!]

hey35andholding

Clementine Johnson has a Plan. A very clever plan that will somehow get her out of facing any jail time. It involves cleverly abusing Millitime to get far enough back in time to rip any taped evidence of her helping Jones and Garcia out of the archive and shred it before it's noticed. Genius, no?

Therefore she's trying to sit and be as inconspicuous as possible by the back door, playing solitaire, which could quite easily turn into a game for two.

Dixie Cousins has discovered the Bar's pool table and is fiddling with a cue, considering her next move. Now, she may know a lot about cards, but this is a new territory for her. Assistance would be appreciated.

Pinkie Pie has brought popcorn! Too much popcorn. Wayy to much popcorn, and she's sitting by the bar with it, her eyes shinier than a fresh-minted penny.

The bag is literally double the size of her head.

Eating assistance appreciated.

Eponine There is now a notice on the board, and it, in chicken-scratch French, offers Eponine's services as a woman of skill, liable to do put her hands to anything, and an actress of some skill. She waits for answers with a glass of wine and egg biscuits near the fire. How can it be this close to Palm Sunday and be this cold?

Juliet O'Hara is now eating the biggest slice of cake she could find with the tallest glass of milk she could find. It's Sunday, she's starving, don't ask.

[OOC: Heading to immediate slows but it's just passed my fourth Milliversary, so here's an assortment of characters for celebration purposes.]

hey35andholding

Clementine Can be found drinking a deadly-looking bright red punch while eating blue cheese wings in a low-cut red top and santa hat, a pile of presents for her compatriots sitting beside her. The wings are totally delicious. You should come and share them.

Dixie is approaching the karaoke machine with curiosity. Seems that nobody warned her about it. Want to do so or watch her downfall instead?

Pinkie Pie Is enthusiastically helping to decorate the bar at top speed, shedding pine needles and red velvet flocking as she goes. Watch out, you might get bowled over!

Eponine is watching people pass by with wide-eyed wonder. It's been years since she's experienced Christmas firsthand instead of as an outsider, and she has no idea where to begin treating herself. Help her out?

[OOC: Instaslows are in effect! Happy holidays, guys!]

hey35andholding

The woman stomping toward the bar is not happy. Getting surprised by her door on a normal day sucks, but somehow being surprised on Halloween is the absolute worst.

"What day is it?" she hisses to Bar, but Bar refuses to divulge that little secret. Her surroundings tell her it's definitely not the same day here as it is at home, but specifics elude her. So she tries to make herself inconspicuous, ordering limoncello and punch from Bar before trying to blend in.

Please try to ignore her clumsy attempt at sporting a sexy-but-safe-for-public-consumption Darth Vader costume.

[OOC: belated not!Halloween post from Clem. Open forever!]

hey35andholding

Clementine has one up on Bar this time. She's only VAGUELY drunk as she steps through the door. And not even a little bit maudlin.

"Milliways?" She grins. "All right."

Because she's bound to get even MORE free birthday shots here, of course.

Once she settles down beside it, Bar presents her with a cupcake and a small cup of vodka. The cupcake sprinkled lavishly with edible glitter, and the vodka

"And this is why I love you," she tells Bar, before peeling back the paper cup wrapped around the cake. She's completely botherable and looking for company.

[OOC: Today's the PB's birthday and the birthday I adopted in turn for Clem! Open forever.]

herr_bookman

Autor's been a bit busy recently. He posts his Milliways' Guide for First-time Patrons up on the bulletin board, spreading out the maps.

He also posts the following note:

Attention: I, Autor, am writing this guide for first-time patrons, and require help finishing it. If you see anything missing, please let me know either via note or in person. I'll be sitting by the bulletin board until I finish a pot of tea.

The boy acquires his libation and seats himself at the table nearest the board to wait.

hey35andholding

Here's a scary vision for the bar at large: Clementine and Sam actually look semi-serious as they enter the bar. They're carrying a big pile of paperwork with them, but any plan they might have had to read it over their dossiers is interrupted when they end up with a napkin.

"Break time," Sam says.

"How can we take a break from something we haven't started?" Clementine asks.

"Well, I'm taking it as a karmic wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey sign that we'll need a break later on," Sam says.

"...What the hell is a timey-wimey?"

He climbs over the bar, taking a second to dip forward and kiss her lips before giving her a leg up. "I don't have to when I speak in tongues."

Terrible puns aside, tonight's menu is:

M E N U:
Smartie
Brain Candy

Reno and Miami-native craft beers 45% off

GOOD LAWYERS DRINK FREE

With any luck, those files will make it through the night without being used as coasters.

They're open for whatever the night suggests.

[OOC: Two muns, one tending. Open all night (I will be backtagging everything I owe later), with slows setting in later. Closes when the next tending goes up, and I am pingable in crackchat.]

herr_bookman

[ OOM: But with all my education,
I can't seem to command it,
And the words are all escaping,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how. ]

All it takes is tannin, blended with iron sulfate, the aspiring Spinner thinks, and you have liquid gold worthy of an archive.

Autor's wearing an apron tonight. And gloves. There are two empty teapots in the corner, along with a full plate of strawberries.

He's working with purpose in the kitchen this evening, ignoring the pungent smell of the iron-gall ink he's blending in a precise seven-to-three ratio of blue to black. Twenty cube-shaped inkwells rest on newspapers on the counter to his left, half of them full. To his right lies a picked-apart skeleton of a mokumegane pen: barrel, nib, cap, and a newly-filled cartridge.

There's a another set of gear should you wish to stop by.

luvs_yogurt

It seems like forever since he's seen the bar - but when Michael Westen opens the door to his mother's bathroom he feels like he's really coming home. Or at least away from Fiona and his mother's friends playing cards.

Without thinking, he straightens out the collar of his green polo and runs a hand through his short-cropped hair - shaking away the haze of cigarette smoke that follows him in. On the way in, he takes note of the notice board - finding his old ad buried under several much newer ones and drags it to an empty spot to pin again. He's not planning on going back in the very near future and figures he may as well let people know that's sort of his thing now.

"I'll have the usual," he says, sitting in his familiar seat at the end of the bar. It's been a while, with his new handler, Carla, calling the shots he's been starting to wonder if that very special window would ever open again.

One draft beer and a blueberry yogurt, coming up.

[A/N: Yes, it's been a while. Mun has been dealing with a lot of emotional issues and life sort of demanded a mental health holiday. Apologies if I'm a bit shaky. Jumping ahead a few episodes in canon to 2x03 if you're playing along at home. If any notes have been left, I'm sorry I've missed them. And yes, that note is an open invitation to anyone wanting a little help with a "situation" - he's open to putting his unique and rather large skill set to use.]

Current Mood: grateful

lazy_but_loyal

The door swings open, and in strides a fabulous vampire wearing a long black pencil skirt and a waist-cinching black leather corset over a dark purple blouse. Her knee-high stiletto boots click sharply with every step she takes.

And then she stops in her tracks.

"Oh, ugh. Not again."

But, hey, she's here, and she'd meant to take care of something that will come in handy later. So she goes up to the Bar.

"I need a room. A nice one. With a huge bed like Eric's, and one of those fancy-schmancy showers, too. Also, do everything up in pink and black. Can you do that?"

A few moments pass, and a key with a room number on it appears on the countertop.

Pam smiles. "Excellent," she says as she pops the key into her bosom.

She's about to move off when a napkin appears. She picks it up and reads the note. And her expression becomes the flattest of flat.

"Bartending? You have got to be kidding me."

Another note appears.

"Fine," she groans.

She supposes she can put in a couple of hours in exchange for a deluxe room and all its trappings. So she makes her way behind the now sleeping Bar...and folds her arms, wrinkling her nose. Sucking it up, she uses a piece of chalk to write on the specials board.

Specials
Screwed Driver
True Death
Bloody Sundress
Virgin Blood (non-alcoholic)

Just some of the human-friendly cocktails offered at Fangtasia. She could go on, but the punny names get progressively worse.

So step right up. Pam won't bite. Or she might. Try her.

hey35andholding

[OOM: Almost like Paradise]

Sometimes, the door you think you're about to enter will take you to your five-star suite and a warm bed.

And sometimes it takes you to a crowded pan dimensional bar instead.

Sam does what Sam does - IE stops in his tracks and starts laughing. Clementine is less pleased. "We're not moving. Why are we not moving?" Clem punches Sam's shoulder. "You'd better have a reason for..." She trails off and notices where they are. "Oh crap," she complains.

"C'mon, it could be worse, babydoll. We could be in the middle of hostile territory." He caries her to the nearest stool and deposits here there. "At least we're dressed this time."

"Oh, shut up," she teases. "And buy me a drink."

And so he does.

They then seem wholly botherable.

[OOC: Two muns, two pups, open 'til it slides off the front page! A welcoming post for our new Sam mun, Hippiegeekgirl/Becky.]

hey35andholding

Clementine All she'd wanted was a beer. A simple, cold beer. But nope - instead she's confronted by a transparent screen and a series of prompts.

She rejects the witch outright (it's not in her chakras today) and takes a moment to consider the alien figure before shrugging and pressing the button.

She'll thank the bar for shaving a few years as soon as she finds a clear body of water. Little help?

Dixie: - A few feet away there's a very blonde and somehow smug-looking cat sprawled out in the nearest pool of artificial light. There may be a slightly familiar fluff to her fur, and a certain lazy confidence in her presence. Approach with caution, she happens to be enjoying this nap.

[OOC: Because I fell asleep with this open and I wanted to throw these two into the festivities! Backdated to last night through fair abuse of Millitime. Open forever]

is_the_motion

Bonnie comes in, carrying a large crate of jigsaws. She puts the box down on the table, gets a bottle of 'Unibroue TERRIBLE', and settles down to do some marking.

The first few jigsaws are quite good, and she grades well. The fourth one she picks out is an exceptional bit of woodcraft, until she peers more closely at the pattern.

She extricates the outermost pieces and peers at it. No, it's unmistakable, some delinquent has cut out the shape of a rude hand gesture.

She debates for a moment, then writes on her piece of paper.

'Good workmanship. A, providing you don't give it to a small child.'

gavin62truck

As much as he tried to convince himself that he wasn't getting sick, Tommy wasn't immune to that weird flu that's been going around after all.

Because now his name isn't Tommy. It's Wayne.

And after several days of not shaving in his flu-ridden delirium, he decided to give himself a mustache.

"Aw, c'mon, Miss Bar," he says, his usually rapid New York City bark replaced with a slow, Midwestern drawl. "You can't deny a fella just one sip of whiskey, now can you?"

A napkin appears. Yes, she can. Because of reasons.

Wayne sighs. Deeply, and sadly. Almost depressive, defeated. His shoulders hunched over, he slouches on a bar stool and lights a cigarette with tremulous fingers.

And yes, he's wearing a straw cowboy hat.

[OOC: Probably one of the last victims of the IMDb flu! Tommy is now Wayne from a movie called Jesus' Son.]

hey35andholding

Three women entered Milliways at some point this past week, but three different women now occupy various chairs and couches throughout the Bar.

Eponine, as always, seems to have been ground zero for whatever misery the world contains, though she certainly doesn't look too unhappy. At some point during her stay she chopped her hair off into a fashionable bob, convinced Bar to loan her a fur, and is now sitting upon a stool, sipping champagne between coughs and bites of fine German chocolate. She doesn't bother looking behind her. What does she care about the world ending? It's all an exaggeration, she's sure, and she does adore a show.

Juliet has fashioned a headband of golden tinfoil for herself and is lounging in a back booth, puffing on a thin cigarillo and honking her nose occasionally upon the back of her hand. Fuck it, she saved a nun from a burning orphanage today, she deserves a cigar.

And Clementine is in the middle of some serious aerobics. Well...HOPEFULLY they're aerobics. They look more like back spasms. She's sporting an entertainingly loud headband and jacket and is otherwise lost in her own world.

All are botherable and ready to spread the ~~flu~~ love.

[OOC: And these gals are all officially in varying states of infection; Eponine thinks she's Sally Bowles from the musical Cabaret, Juliet thinks she's Diana Prince, from the Funny or Die short A Date With Diana, and Clementine thinks she's Beverly Goldberg from the ABC Sitcom The Goldbergs. Have at, and open throughout the event!]