milliways_bar | Entries tagged with cyborg

When the door opens today, a thirteen-year-old girl walks into the Bar. She’s wearing black combat boots and a red plaid skirt and a sweater, and most of her attention is initially focused on the Android smartphone in her hand. Her black hair is pulled back in an entirely serviceable ponytail.

And then she crosses into the Bar, and her cell signal dies, and she already has the door closed before she realizes—not until she hits a button to send a message, in fact—and she looks up.

Her violet—and yes, they really are purple, to her private embarrassment—eyes widen with surprise as she takes in the sight of a Bar where she was definitely expecting her family’s quarters on the Army base in Germany. Carefully she lets her backpack slide from her shoulders so she can swing it easily by one of the shoulder straps. After all, if she does need it, it will make a great weapon.

Her laptop isn’t even inside it right now, so it’s perfectly safe to just use the textbooks.

(She just likes to be prepared. She won't actually hit anyone. Probably.)

says_the_booyah

For Halloween, Cyborg has adjusted the faint blue glow that emanates from many of his parts, and today it has a creepy green aspect. It's not much of a change, but it was a hit with the kids at the Boys and Girls Club today.

He's using the universal remote in his right arm - yes, he really does everything built into his robotics - to flip around the ten thousand channels on the Bar's TV. At least six thousand are showing horror films and shows of course. He's trying to choose between rarely seen episodes from the 80s reboot of "The Scary Door"; the third film in the Buzzcut series, about a maniacal barber on the loose in Dallas; and Les Craisen's classic 1985 thriller, "Bad Dreams on Sunset Boulevard." What to choose, what to choose?

hecu_marine

There's a Marine out back with a couple of Satan's own Christmas hams scurrying around behind him as he heads to the lake with a good-sized cooler. "Jacklyn, Ken, you two go play," he orders the houndeyes. "I got me some fishin' to do and the last thing I need's you two maniacs scarin' the target."

Given that he's not carrying a rod, and that he just stripped a glove off his right arm, revealing a limb that's apparently silver from fingertips to elbow, this may prove to be an interesting fishing session.

herr_bookman

Evening mist rises off the lake as a bonfire roars on the beach near the Caribbean inlet. A portable dance floor is set up near it, shined to perfection. A food table groans with the weight of various finger-foods, and music from a stereo system set off to the side blares through the night with a musical selection so varied that--as ever, in Milliways--you never know what's going to happen next.

[OOC: Millitimed to this evening. Thanks to Saph for helping with the setup. Open forever.]

calmhrtprevails

This is strange. Fawkes stepped into the Bar from somewhere in post-nuclear Utah to see about scrounging up some extra supplies.

And then something went FOOM.

Fawkes is not sure why he's this short all of a sudden. Is it, perhaps, Halloween?

forceimbalance

On the other side of the door, where no one can see it, a young man frowned slightly at a feeling he's not sure of for a split second before the Door opens.

In fact, the Door doesn't so much get pushed open as slide aside in an uncharacteristically futuristic way. "No, no, go tell him I'll be right there," he says over his shoulder--a computerized voice can be faintly heard to be saying "Of course, sir"--and steps through.

And freezes, even as the door closes behind him.

His eyes narrow as he scans the room. Nothing seems overtly threatening, though--and a bar is a bar. After a moment he moves with almost deceptive casualness towards the bar itself, trying to project that he knows exactly what he's doing. After all, where better to learn what's going on?

And if Anakin Skywalker's hand stays close to his lightsaber, well, who can blame him?

electro_kinetic

Noriko comes into the bar at a sort of skip; much like she'd been slowing herself down to stop at some point just past the door, but when the bar reveals itself she just breathes out a sigh. She's dressed in yellow and black plaid shorts not unlike pajamas, and a long-sleeved black tee that hides literally nothing; altogether the outfit looks more like she's posing for pictures rather than genuinely sleeping.

But hey, now she can get a milkshake that doesn't have chia seeds in it. Because that is just weird and nasty and unnatural, seeds in a milkshake. Unless they're chocolate seeds. That might be negotiable. She'll be either at the bar itself, or lounging on a sofa near the fireplace once she gets her shake.

is_the_motion

Bonnie is standing at the notice board, with a box of shiny metal pin badges, and a big sign.

ATTN SCOUTS

You have been allocated into two equal teams for games and challenges. These are known as Patrols and they are designed so that nobody gets left out (but don't let it stop you hanging out with people on the other team should you desire).

( Patrol Lists )

Once you have found yourself on the list, please help choose your team name from the selection of attached badges (or make your own) and communicate it to me or your PL.
If you want to be a Patrol Second please see me.

Bonnie

P.s. if you are going camping this week, I suggest you use your patrols to draw up a kitchen duty/firewood/water-fetching rota, even if you don't use them for tents.'

Bonnie pins the photo of the badges to choose from on the board, then sits nearby with her box of jingly pins.

( Badges! )

says_the_booyah

Summer vacation is here. Possibly the last summer vacation for Cy, since he graduates college in a year. For this summer, he's decided to be busy with his first job. Assuming you consider being a superhero a job. Cy isn't sure. But he's missed being a hero full time, and is relishing what might be his last chance for such things. Or maybe not, since he still isn't sure what he wants to do after he gets out of school.

No matter. Today he is taking it easy, enjoying a milkshake under a spreading elm outside. Just him and his tunes. And his car magazines. And his built-in game console.

electro_kinetic

There are a pair of legs sticking straight up from the back of the couch today, clad in a skintight pair of jeans with bows cut into the sides all the way up. Her feet are bare, each nail colored with a different rainbow shade of neon polish. Her hair echoes that, being braided into a long mohawk again with black and neon beads slid onto the ends. She's also got an incredible hickey on the curve of her shoulder with faint teeth marks--albeit more like shark teeth than anything else--covered with several clear bandages, showing past the off-shoulder collar of her shirt.

Turns out Milliways does have some influence on her fashion choices, who knew? She's listening to music with her headphones in, and working through a maze ball with a little metal bearing. Totally botherable, especially if she accidentally kicks you.

freedom_is_grey

After two (or more?) days in the library, stacking reference books all around her like the most flammable of forts, Ysalwen thinks she may have cobbled together a very crude scrying spell.

Okay, it's more like a dowsing spell, but whatever. It let her find Liranan, and some pencils that had gotten buried by piles of paper, and a demon bunny that fell asleep under her cloak when she went to take her mabari for a walk.

The question now is: how well is it going to work on things that are farther away than that, and what exact aspect common to all Jaegers is she going to try to pinpoint?

And is there a way to get rid of that annoying buzzing sensation in her hands when the spell goes off?

(Signs so far point to no.)

Which is why she's sitting at a corner table, surrounded by schematics and engineering diagrams that she doesn't really understand, tapping the end of a pen against her lip.

It's worse than trying to piece together ancient Elvhen from broken signposts and burnt pages.

Hmm.

freedom_is_grey

Somewhere out back, at the far end of the training grounds, a storm is raging. Sometimes it's a blizzard. Other times it's a lightning storm. Sometimes it is even a storm of fire.

Someone, it seems, is practicing.

Liranan gleefully bounds through the mess, because Ysalwen's magic hasn't hurt him yet, and he trusts her to keep him that way.

For Ysalwen herself, of course, it's only good practice.

This sort of selective targeting is extremely effective on the battlefield.

(Liranan may also be keeping an eye out for passerby, so Ysalwen can be warned. With magic, it's better not to make mistakes.)

bleakmidwinter

Lately, Caitlin's duties at STAR Labs have primarily consisted of maintaining the main facility, helping Dr. Wells shut down any locations no longer needed (or wanted, such as the warehouse in Starling City), and monitoring their coma patient. She still manages to be the last person to leave the building some nights, as is the case tonight. It's not always that she's busy so much as that she's not ready to go home and sleep alone in an empty bed.

She's just finished doublechecking that the facility is shut down for the night when she opens the door leading to the parking garage and finds herself stepping into - a bar.

Her eyes narrow and she glances behind her. STAR Labs is still in full view, it's just that what's ahead of her isn't... right. She steps back through the door and into Milliways a few times before finally letting the door shut. "I'm dreaming." It's the only thing that makes sense.

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After the basics have been explained to her, Caitlin will be found sitting at a table, still looking more than slightly shell-shocked and lost.

tiny tag: Caitlin Snow

[ooc: Only the first thread for full welcome to Milliways explanations, please! ♥]

runningred

Jay comes through the door on his phone, dragging a suitcase behind him. “That is correct. First class tickets for the 7pm flight to Heathrow.”

He’s dressed better than most people here have ever seen him – a perfectly fitted black suit with a red shirt beneath and the white streak dyed out of his neatly trimmed hair, Jay looks like a high flying business man. Or a mob connection.

Expect those who know Jay will know there’s something wrong. His right hand in encased in a thick glove and his grip on the phone is awkward. All his weight is on his right leg, sparing his left and perfectly tailored waistcoat sits a little uneven and tight around his chest. And for those with the senses for it, he smells of blood.

When his phone cuts out, Jay looks around him and sighs. The plane’s not going anywhere. Might as well grab a drink.

{ooc: post-OOM Jay is botherable but may contain more than traces of angst.}

electro_kinetic

There is a Noriko coming into the bar today, wet and cold and faintly eugh-feeling as she sets down the bag from over her shoulder, contents clinking gently. It's raining and near freezing out there, though the abundance of tiny lights on everything makes it a bit more cheerful, or at least shinier.

So in the thankfully dry bar she's sitting with a bowl of ramen and very hot tea, and is lazily twirling a sugar snowflake from her fingers via the ribbon hanging loop. Once she's warm, feel free to bother her; she'll be in the middle of making a sort of wreath, a gift for a friend. She's pretty damn good at wrapping boxes fast, and efficiently, though she doesn't do it the way most westerners are accustomed to putting paper around boxes. But, hey, she's approachable enough.

[ brought to you by a mun who is having to gift-wrap a lot of boxes ]

says_the_booyah

Cy wasn't planning to do a costume this year. He considered just turning on his Stone hologram, but school got too busy. (And also, he did Halloween in Jump City, combined with a victory parade for the Giants, the local baseball team. So he was kind of pooped.

The Bar, as usual, has other ideas.

Fortunately, the head comes off, so Cy can eat and breathe.

<small>{ooc: Tip of the Giants hat to Pablo Sandoval, aka Kung Fun Panda, for the inspiration.]

last_kallig

Ibani was planning on heading back to her own world to report to Darth Zash, but it seems that the Landlord has other ideas.

Ibani looks up as she feels her outfit change. Unfortunately, it's quite hard to see a headdress once it's already on your head. She looks down next, and ponders the dress. It will do, she supposes, it's not like she's going to get into a fight HERE.

Time to find a mirror, maybe. Or a patron who can describe what, exactly, is on her head.

says_the_booyah

Cy is trying really, really hard to concentrate on his physics homework. It's quantum physics, meaning concentration is crucial. Too bad his mind keeps drifting to the Big Titans Reorg (as Kid Flash snarkily called it). Maybe conversation will be more effective than studying today. So feel free to interrupt.

says_the_booyah

Cy is off hiding in the quieter sections of the Bar. Studying. Junior year means a quantum leap in course difficulty. Almost literally, since he's taken Basics of Quantum Physics. And also a "writing for engineers" class that is even harder. So he's hoping to use Bar-time as a study aid.

If he can only avoid distractions.

sunbaked_baker

Sunshine may look more put-together than usual, dressed rather conservatively in lavender jeans and a deep purple button-up blouse, but that's only on the outside. On the inside, she's a nervous wreck. The surface of her calming citrus-lavender tea is occasionally turbulent from the faint tremble of her hand.

She is heading back to her world, today. Back to the office of the Goddess of Pain, and her interrogation, and gods know what it will all lead to. Rae has taken as many precautions as she can. Her clothes are the same ones she came in wearing the day she arrived from there. The purple blouse covers all of her scars on her shoulders and arms, and the blue, sunflower-dotted kerchief tied like a triangle-scarf around her neck hides those the shirt doesn't cover. A sealed vial of the Delete-laced tea is in her bag, along with the audio recording device, which has enough memory to record up to twelve hours if need be.

Rae desperately hopes it won't need anywhere near that long.

She will order a styrofoam cup full of cheap black tea before she goes: a prop to steady her hands and to replace the cup of tea which had had the Delete in it. To reassure the Goddess that all is going according to her plan - until it is clear that all isn't.

Today is the day - Rae is determined to go, but still stuck lingering at the Bar. Eventually, she won't be able to delay any longer.

Come keep her company until then?

Current Mood: terrified

mix_it_up

When Asami enters the bar – for the first time since she was able to leave after being Bound for months – she immediately checks that the door behind her opens again.

It's not a guarantee, but it still feels reassuring.

After that, she walks straight through the room, and heads upstairs.

It's a few hours later when she's sitting at a table by the door, with a cup of tea and a copy of the United Daily News spread out in front of her. Someone would have to know the language of her world read the headline ('Revelation': Equalist Leader Claims Power to Remove Bending), but there's a photo beneath the large print of a man in a mask, standing below a spotlight.

Her eyes are on the story below the photo, her mouth just barely curled into a frown. Without looking up, Asami reaches for her tea, lifting the cup and pressing it to her lips.

baptizemyself

It's beautiful bright sunny day. The squid is chilling in the lake. The demon bunnies are skirting the edge of the forrest, looking for easy prey. And there is a party going on.

Why?

Why not!

Who needs a reason to have a good old fashioned lake party?

Certainly not us!

[OOC: Happy Tenth Anniversary, Milliways! You know the drill! Tag one, tag all, threadhop! Enjoy!]

a_mad_hope

Karou, proud and confident, dubbed herself the 'Angel of Extinction' and wore her finished wings to show Brimstone.

It didn't go well.

Issa -- lovely, laughing Issa -- called her an abomination, the words spat out in the hiss of a predator. Karou was sent away like a naughty child, like someone who couldn't understand why she didn't belong.

She is still wearing the harness she'd constructed when she walks into Milliways, the stolen feathers of hundreds of different dead birds killed to pay Brimstone for selfish wishes folded in on themselves: drooping, sad. She isn't smiling or proud any longer.

A careful look around satisfies her well-honed survival skills. Nothing looks like a problem here; no one looks ready to hiss or spit at her for what is strapped to her back. Karou breathes in the smell of the bar, so distinctive from any other place she visits through Brimstone's portals, and quickly heads outside.

Maybe she'll feel up to unfurling her wings by the lake. Maybe not.

The 'Angel of Extinction' shouldn't be bothered by the word 'abomination,' but the lostness inside Karou is letting it fester.

[OOC: Usual slowtime warning applies.]

says_the_booyah

Cyborg is just sitting at the observation window. Lost in thought. So lost that he doesn't even have a milkshake or a burger or anything else today. Feel free to ask him what's on his mind.

no_vampires_plz

There is a purple alicorn flying around the perimeter of the lake out back.

And by "flying," we mean "getting about ten feet off the ground before faceplanting a few yards in front of where she last took off."

Hey, whaddaya want? She's only had wings for a week and a half.