milliways_bar | Entries tagged with cole turner

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim strolls in from outside, a rolls of wire in his hands. He was doing something outside, lord knows what. *

Bar, i need a cup of tea, strong please.

*He turns to watch the room, then turns back for his cup of tea. Which isn't there. Tims brow furrows, reaching out mentally, checking... oh. Right. So he waits. And is unsurprised when a letter appears with the tea. He reads it, a smile growing across grim features. With a jaunty whistle, Tim strides over to the message board and posts a note.
"ATTENTION
Rescue mission is a go. Now taking volunteers, security and high powers preferred.
Come see me.
-Tim"
And then he finds his seat and waits.*

((Self Summary:Tim goes Recruiting. Faith will NOT be left out. Naraht is however. Alanna has other duties. Hagrid can't be stopped. Ray isn't invited. Angie is staying behind for wave two. Angelo is refused. Raven is in. Ace is out, with much poutyness. Bernard has much (misplaced) trust in Tim. Roland doesn't like Tim, but he's in. Andres is angsty but not coming. Luke is wave two. Cuthbert is wave one. Cole is out, and Sariel wants to help. Finally, Tom stops in to give advice. Final first wave list: Hagrid, Raph, Tim, Faith, Raven, Roland, Cuthbert))

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Milliways prides itself on good service. So, in the light of recent events, it's perhaps a good thing that there are bartenders working this afternoon. Indy and Mike are here to serve, though here is a loose term at best. They've talked, and neither of them look like their usual chipper selves. So much for leaving personal lives at home—this is their personal life, and this is home... for now.

Having quickly established that there's a problem with Bar, Indy puts an announcement up on the Specials Board:

WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE SPEED OF SERVICE

Due to circumstances beyond our control, Bar is running a little slow
We hope to have normal service resumed soon
Sorry for any inconvenience

There are no Specials. Today is in no way special, except in the respect that there is Massive Doom On All Fronts™. There's no witty banter between the guys, for any of number reasons. Without ceremony, they get in position at either end of the bar and prepare to take orders.

"What'll it be folks? Two tenders, no waiting."

[Summary: Full summary in Back Room.]</small<

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Dressed in his workout clothes once again, Cole straps his sword to his back as he walks down the stairs. Sabin's style has been nagging him, so he's headed to the lake to try working magic and swordplay together.

But breakfast comes first.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole tugs at the sleeves under his jacket, straightening them. Then takes the few steps down the stairs and into the bar. He pulls a barstool and sits at the bar. His usual appears before he speaks.

"You read my mind." He smiles and rubs the bar.

lvpd_sidle

There's still a Sara inna bar. The cookies Asar-Suti gave her have left her feeling mellow.

She'd take some back to Nicky if she didn't know the attending physician personally.

She's playing with her Rubik's cube, barring anything else to do.

"What the..." Her hands appear to be turning pink.

"SOOTY!!!!"

lvpd_sidle

Sara's in the bar. She has her notebook with her, and she is ignoring it in favor of gnawing on a pencil.

Feel free to save the pencil.

Current Mood: worried

lastgunslinger

Roland comes downstairs. He's got mending to get done. He never got his jacket fixed the other day, and now his brown shirt has a rip in it.

Made by a Hanzo sword.

Wielded by River Tam.

But it's not like you can tell that from looking at Roland. Really.

...even if he might look like he's in a pretty good mood at the moment. For him, anyhow.

He looks up at the board, and his attention is caught by a note. He takes it, and pockets it. He'll look at it upstairs.

flybywash

A pirate walks into a bar.

Sounds like a funny joke, right? It's even funnier if you were paying attention and noticed that right before this pirate walked into the bar, it was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and brown jumpsuit.

Wash doesn't realise anything's amiss until he absently scratches his forehead. He stops. Then both hands are frantically groping at the bandanna tied around his head, and he looks down at himself and gapes at the outfit: boots, sword, vest, frilly shirt and all -- not to mention that his hair's suddenly grown at least a foot and a half. When he gives it a cautious tug, it's affirmed that no, this is not a wig.

"Oh, come on, how is this fair?" he complains to no one in particular. "I can't pull pranks on the ship anymore, but you can pull 'em on me?"

The Bar helpfully adds some earrings and a necklace.

"Gorrammit all to...."

And grumbling in both English and Mandarin, he shuffles toward his booth, costume clinking merrily with each step.

lvpd_sidle

Sara, growling under her breath, is quickly writing a letter for Faith.

( Faith--FYI )

With a sigh, Sara lays the letter on top of the Bar. "Give this to Faith for me, please?" The letter sinks in and Sara walks away, feeling drained.

Current Mood: angry

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

The cocktail party upstairs is in full swing.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy is at de boozer enjoyin' a chilled jar av porter, don'cha no. Aft'r anutta day spent spreadin' de ward aboyt 'is upcomin' party, 'e's foinally takin' a break. An' waaat better way ter relax on a day av Gaelic 'ooley, than wi' a rapid Oirish bru, from Oirlan'.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

In light of the holiday, Cole is downstairs free of notebooks and thoughts of his current mission. He's just looking to make merry and be happy. He'll be wandering the bar, but if you catch hiss attention, he'll be with you in a flash. (For those traditionalists, Cole is most definitely not wearing anything green today, so he's fair game.)

lvpd_sidle

Fed up with feeling morose, more because she promised her friends to cheer up ~~and give the mun an emotional break~~, Sara has briefly returned home.

She re-enters Milliways, dressed in a leotard, tights, leg warmers, and an expression that clearly states anyone laughing at her would wind up volunteering for one of Grissom's experiments.

She blinks, surprised at her non-surprise, when the Bar courteously aportions off part of itself and supplies a barre, floor, and mirrors, after she has pulled on her ballet slippers.

She's dancing now. Feel free to distract her.

Current Mood: determined

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole's back downstairs again, notebook in hand. He's looking for wizards, witches, and witches-to-be. And a muse would be cool too.

Of course, if anyone else were to talk to him, he'd love to chat.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Eska feeds the trilobites and settles down in front of the fire with a book she borrowed from the upstairs library, originally from the Earth some people call the Wizarding World.

She's relaxed. Come and say hi.

lvpd_sidle

*looks around--surprised to find she isn't in the field supply closet*

This . . isn't the Crime Lab.

*sees various patrons of various species wandering about*

Where in the hell am I?

Current Mood: surprised

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole wanders his way down the stairs once again. He's got his athame in one hand, and a pad of paper and a pen in the other. He looks around, and then heads to a visible booth. He writes a line or two, then scratches it out. This happens a lot.

stbethadettes

Beth sits at a table near the piano, listening. She's in the process of building a precarious house out of a deck of cards.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole walks jovially down the stairs from his room. He's been rather quiet for a while, but he's feeling the need to fraternize.

He glides up the the bar and says with a smirk "Steak, please. Barbequed medium rare. And some garlic mashed potatoes as well." He picks up the plate as it appears and turns, then says "And something to drink. In a tumbler." As it appears on the bar, Cole holds out his hand as if there's a glass in it, and then there is.

"Thank you, Lady Bar"

[OOC]Sorry I've been so sparse, I've had way too much going on at school.[/OOC]

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole walks down the stairs and takes a stool at the bar. "Two eggs overmedium, two slices of toast, two strips of bacon and a mug of coffee, light half and half. Oh, and do you have a copy of the San Fransisco paper?"

The bar produces the food and a stack of newspapers that barely fit on the countertop.

"Uh... Let me be more specific. Just the day after came here, please."

The stack of papers reduces itself. Cole picks everything up and moves to a chair with a view of the observation window.