milliways_bar | Entries tagged with coyote

You know what Ava's been craving lately?

Pizza.

That's why she's at a table with her very own, gigantic pepperoni pizza. It doesn't look like she could possibly eat the whole thing herself, but luckily there are a few plates stacked to one side.

Ava herself is a little bruised, but pretty cheerful.

And she seems inclined to share.

howling_laugh

[OOM: Right and wrong don't matter in the woods...]

mjolnir_retriever

Thor blinks at the barroom, which in the time since he last visited has become covered in small plastic blocks and similar accoutrements. Since it doesn't seem to be bothering anybody -- and anyway, he remembers this occurring some time ago too -- he shrugs amicably and makes his way over to Bar.

Where he receives, along with his requested beer, a screen. It contains four options: what looks to be a female-bodied version of himself, a large golden cat, a gleaming golden creature a little like a Destroyer, and a large dog covered in golden fur. (There's a theme, yeah.) Also, of course, an explanatory paragraph or two.

Thor regards them with amusement. "Why not?" he says. "It seems an entertaining custom."

He rejects the dog immediately; the others take a bit more thought. However, soon enough he decides. (Thor isn't a man given to long deliberation.) "A moment," he says, and deposits Mjölnir safely in an out-of-the-way corner. Then he drains the rest of his beer and presses a selection.

There is now a rather shiny lioness in the middle of the bar. It seemed fun!

[OOC: Going to bed, but I'll pick up these slowtimes in the morning!]

howling_laugh

Coyote sits at a table in the bar. She's reading a recent copy of the Bisbee Observer with her feet up on the chair next to her.

She's wearing a red dress that does great things for her legs. And chest. And waist. And everything, really.

Apparently the Farmer's Market is open this weekend. You could also 'ENJOY A MORNING BIRD WALK' were you so inclined.

Her bracelets click together musically as she turns the pages, apparently enthralled.

el_enmascarado_de_plata

Some days you get explanations, and some days you do not. This is one of the latter days; there is a man in a respectable sportcoat, tumbler, and pants behind the bar, and he is wearing a sparkling silver spandex wrestling mask.

"Señora Bar is asleep for the next few hours," Santo announces. "I will be serving as tender tonight."

He would have come sooner, but it's been a very busy week in Mexico City.

callipygos

When Aphrodite comes back into the bar, it is not in the spirit of cosmic revelation-- an approach from beneath the waves, for instance. She's just sort of there, sitting in a cozy booth with enviable mood lighting. Her hair is as golden as ever, her legs as long, her drink as rosy-colored and cherry-topped.

She does look a little apprehensive as she casts around the bar, though.

She is either hoping or fearing she'll catch sight of someone she knows.

howling_laugh

[OOM: Coyote (and Raven) Fight Monster Skunk Who Farts Everyone to Death

Warning for violence, some gore, and generally being disgusting. Sorry we're not sorry.]

Coyote and Raven step through into Milliways. The door behind them leads to open countryside, rolling hills and trees.

However, scenery probably isn't the most noticeable part of their entrance. Coyote is carrying a shotgun and a canvas pack with a gas mask sticking out. Raven is streaked with blood and other unmentionables.

They both reek.

"Sixteen drinks," Coyote tells him as the door shuts. "I require a lot of tequila."

changeinasnap

And then there's this asshole. Long time no see, huh?

He's taken up residence at a table near the middle of the bar, milkshake in one hand and a couple dozen copies of the Weekly World News piled up at the table's center. Three tiny figurines perch atop the stack of tabloids.

So does a giant centipede about twice the size of those figurines.

Hey, sometimes when you're planning to take down a couple cafeteria managers who thought twenty-five percent insect still qualified as a 100% beef burger, you need to visualize it.

herr_bookman

"But musing what an easy thing it were to mix our opiates in a larger cup," Autor says, patting the counter in preparation to hop over it. "And drink, and not perceive"—and here he hops—"sleep deepening lead his truer kinsman up, like undistinguished Night, darkening the skirts of Eve.*"

After a few minutes of setting up his prior preparations, the boy reaches for the specials board. "Good night, Bar."

Bitter Chocolate Aria
Hot chocolate & one croissant

Submission Sonata
Virgin strawberry & wasabi daiquiri

Ode to Blood
Giga ant eggs, sour apple juice, seltzer water, flavored ice

Fiery Trigon
Grenadine, lemon juice, apple juice, passion fruit juice, & cinnamon

Silent Overture
Free coffee if you can prove that you’re knighted

Note: Virgin bar.

[This post is open forever.]

*Ode to Sleep , Richard Chenevix Trench

howling_laugh

The person who walks into the bar looks like Coyote's standard female form. But she isn't dressed in quite the usual way.

She's wearing an elegantly tailored, pinstriped suit with a pencil skirt, for one thing. Well polished heels and a string of pearls complete the outfit. Her hair is in a neat chignon.

At least the shirt under the blazer is bright, flaming red. Coyote dumps a file folder on the bar. If someone was nosy, they might see that it was filled with pornographic doodles and copies filched from a recycling bin. Purely camouflage.

"Hit me," she tells the bar, who complies. Coyote tosses back the resulting shot of tequila and sighs rapturously.

howling_laugh

Coyote bursts into Milliways with abandon. Her dress is sparkly. There is mistletoe tucked behind one ear. She's got a glass of champagne.

BRING IT ON, HONEYBUNCH. WHO WANTS KISSES?!

[OOC: And now I am going TO BED. I love you all!]

callipygos

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door

Oh I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you

Slowtimes ongoing!

howling_laugh

Coyote steps into the bar with a smile!

Which she promptly loses once she gets a whiff of the air inside. Ew. It smells like boogeyman in here. Who let the riffraff in?

Oh well. It doesn't stop her from getting a beer. She does light up a cigarette to kill the smell, and is watching the crowd a little more suspiciously than is her wont.

howling_laugh

Coyote bursts into the bar, followed by what may be one of the more incredible stenches Milliways at large has experienced outside of the Allpocalypse.

It's thick. It's greasy. It's foul.

Coyote slams the door behind her in an instinctual gesture of self-defense. Oh gross, it's everywhere. In her clothes, in her hair. The sound she makes can best be described as 'HURK'.

She makes her way through Milliways, peeling away to grab a towel that the bar offers. She holds it between two fingers and speeds toward the back door.

howling_laugh

Coyote is sitting at a table, reading the Phoenix New Times.

Buried somewhere in in the back pages is an update on the massive dust storm that swept through Phoenix and Southeastern Arizona some time ago.

Some of those dwelling in the desert to the East have apparently reported the lingering scent of skunk, after the storm passed.

With one elbow on the table, and her chin in her hand, Coyote is staring at said article with raised eyebrows.

creator_raven

Somewhere in Milliways there are shadowy, out-of-the-way tables.

(Booths, too.)

The bundle of ragged black feathers that just fell out of the rafters does not land at any of these.

No. Raven lands --

-- with a very loud thunk --

-- right on top of a well-lit table smack in the middle of the bar.

He is followed by a shower of purple and green glitter.

Thank you, he will be here all night.

The glitter will probably be around even longer.

It is, perhaps, a thing.

howling_laugh

Coyote is sitting at a table in Milliways, with a half empty beer glass sitting on the table next to her. There isn't any more condensation on it.

While she is not drinking beer, she is staring at her phone. It is black and shiny and has a touchscreen! And it is apparently fascinating.

howling_laugh

[OOM: Coyote and Dean take a little road trip. They definitely don't bond in any way, or get into any trouble.

You don't believe me, do you? Probably smart not to.]

scurlock

There is a cowboy at the bar tonight - and sitting on the bar in front of him is a very colorful arrangement of little balls on sticks. He's confused at first - some seem to be covered in sprinkles, others in sweet frosting stripes, and others are shaped like animals or strange people.

Cake pops, Josiah. You eat them.

After he decides to try one...it might be best if he has company, because he's likely to eat his way through the entire display if left alone. These things are amazing.

[open until it scrolls. :D happy milliversary to me!]

hopeitsworthit

Dean only sleeps when he passes out these days, and it takes more and more booze to lay him out every time.

That's fine.

What's less fine is that he can only stay asleep for so long before the dreams -- hell, call 'em what they are, which is to say memories -- drive him back into waking.

Those times Dean really doesn't want to sleep again.

Which is why he's seated at a booth, hands cupped around the biggest mug of the strongest coffee he could find.

Well, that the waitrats could find. Man, those little guys can get anything.

It's kinda awesome when it's not frickin' creepy.

Go figure.

howling_laugh

Coyote wanders in, humming Riders On the Storm. It seemed like a Doors kind of evening. She takes a seat at the bar and pops the top off the Tecate that appears in front of her. She lights up a cigarette and settles in.

gavemea_45

[OOM: We can't afford for me to do the right thing.]

It's been a long time since he'd last really 'powered up,' as Ruby teases him by calling it. Sam can feel the effects twisting through him. Everything seems brighter, sharper, clearer; he feels clearer, stronger, ready for anything.

He can't sit still, and he sure as hell can't go back to the motel room until it wears off a little - Dean'll notice something's wrong in a hot second, and Sam doesn't want to lie to him unless he has to.

He pushes through the door to Milliways instead. Maybe he can walk it off there, at least a little bit.

[OOC note: Sam is currently riding a paranormal high due to the effects of ingesting demon blood. If your character would be able to detect that sort of taint, feel free to have them do so! Just don't expect him necesssarily to admit it.]

howling_laugh

Suddenly, that rock that's been gracing the bar for a few days has spidery cracks running all over it.

And moments later, instead of a rock, it is Coyote sitting on the floor.

Her expression clearly states what the shit was that?? for about five seconds. Then she coughs, gets up, walks over to the bar and gets a drink.

SHE MEANT TO DO THAT. OBVIOUSLY.

howling_laugh

Coyote finally comes back to the bar.

And yes, it looks a little different in Milliways. But as everyone should know, the way things seem on the surface isn't very important here.

Something big has changed. Milliways had been ripped one from reality and set down in another, and though it was stable now, new connections to many universes had been forged, and old ones broken. Beings like Coyote tend to be sensitive to that sort of thing.

Now, a lot of Coyote's power comes from belief. From people telling stories about tricksters. Spreading rumors. Even gossiping. And when you rip universes apart and shuffle them like a deck of cards, things get a little disordered. But when Coyote steps back into Milliways the first time after the allpocalypse, all those little bits of beliefloveragestrengthletmetellyouastory slam right back into place.
( Coyote staggers. )

It's an astonishing rush of power, and Coyote gasps, suddenly flush with possibilities. So many things that she hasn't been able to do for so long, and never thought that she would be able to do again. Bursting with confidence, Coyote takes a practiced, if shaky grip on this new power...

...and promptly turns into a rock.

[OOC: Feel free to react, but Coyote won't do much replying at the moment. She's currently sort of stuck. Though anyone who has been sensitive to her power in the past might find that rock suspicious at best.]