milliways_bar | Entries tagged with cypher

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Witch. Couch. Tea. Book.

Well, that's the simple version. The long one would involve what kind of tea, what kind of book, and the fact that Morgan is reading it upside down.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is sitting in a chair with tea, but it's not by the fireplace. Tonight, she's near the observation window, staring at the exploding stars. Good, wholesome, mindless entertainment. Bother at will.

burning-evil.livejournal.com

He likes the vantage point by the observation window. It's good for...observing. The bar, not the destruction of the universe.

There's only so much of that he can do before he gets bored, of course. Relishes interaction, this man.

[OOC: As always, human pups and/or those likely to be influenced by Satan, better to ping on writetolive247 before tagging or anything could occur. If your pup is not likely to be affected or is more powerful, have at! :D]

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

Goldilocks is not cold or heartless. She would likely be quite upset if anyone implied differently, though she'd only mentally put a gun to their head. See? That's true compassion.

As evidence of this, she is decked out ultra-festively this evening, as she has been for the past few days. Her elaborate and painstaking efforts consist of a string of gold tinsel wrapped around her wrist. For the more particular, her pink and gold striped turtleneck is also vaguely cheery. It's remarkable how she manages to get right into the spirit of Christmas while still retaining a modicum of class.

She's looking relaxed and sociable—contented even—on her bar stool, leaning back against the counter and sipping from a glass of white Zinfandel. There's an ever-alert (and possibly guilt-ridden) eye watching out for her trainer, but she has her story straight, so hiding is unnecessary.

white_flowers

She has had enough time, now, to repair the damage done to her work by Raven's interference.

Silver needles flash and click once again in a soothing rhythm as Blodwen Rowlands works on her latest project, which appears to be a throw or blanket of cloud-white wool. A silver glinting thread, of the same metallic sheen as the knife-bright tools of her work, is woven throughout the knitting.

Blodwen is smiling, and seems quite content.

[Warning: Please be aware that the knitting project contains a trap-spell in it, one that is touch-activated. Capture is not automatic and is based on resulting interaction.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck is in the bar.

This is in no way unusual.

The only thing that might be even vaguely considered strange is the way he keeps folding and unfolding his wings, as if he can't decide whether he wants them on display.

Green eyes tonight, dark as pine forests-- perhaps he's feeling lucky.

cywyllog

For some reason, Cywyllog finds herself outside this morning, having kept the cloak from her last foray into the snow ~~which she is not presently thinking about~~.

She is currently wandering around the edges of the forest, looking for boughs and other nice wintery things to decorate her room with. If she's going to be here for Yule, it's going to be as much like home as she can muster.

learningtosee.livejournal.com

Stella is in the bar.

Not drinking tea, (shock and amazement) but orange juice, and is listening to the activity in the bar while giving her eyes a rest. She's more or less used to blurvision, though she still has her trusty cane near her. She's knitting a scarf to go with her mittens. She did forget to ask Bar to put the yarn in a specific order. Fairly obvious, no one would be caught dead in a scarf this particular shade of yellow.

slayer_fray

She tries, she really does.

But she can't stay cooped up in the suites for very long. She gets itchy.

So. Slayer. Rafters. Turning somersaults over one like it's part balance beam part gym horse.

...I don't know how the gun stays in the holster either.

steak-man.livejournal.com

Cypher is having his liquid dinner at the bar. Somebody needs to remind him that he can get steak, as he seems to keep forgetting in favor of, say, the bottle of Jameson he seems to find himself drinking.

He's also dressed in head-to-toe black leather today, which is so Matrix-y it hurts. His shirt is unbuttoned several notches, but seeing as he actually wears accessories, this works out okay. The sunglasses are on for extra points.

He has his Nokia spring-loaded cell in one hand, and a tiny screwdriver in the other. This can't bode well.

k_in_black

At the bar: a somewhat grim looking Man in Black, studying a small vial containing a strange, black, oil-like substance.

At some point, K is going to talk to Ray or Peter or someone about it. But for now, all he wants to do is glare at it.

And, possibly, be distracted from it for a while. Though he might be a little grumpy...

(ooc: as for that earlier post.... Well, that was weird *kicks LJ*)

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

There's been a lot of newbies, Tony can see, so there might be a lot of business tonight! Or there might not--either or, the tide of business ebbs and flows. Tony takes it all in stride.

As usual, the specials are on the board:

Lady Godiva
The Lady in Red
Lady L
Irish Lady

And there's a Tony behind the bar. What can he get you?

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

It is said that a true friend remembers your birthday but not your age. It is also said that birthdays are nature's way of telling us to eat more cake. It's unlikely that any of Goldy's friends will be able to comply with the first maxim since she has failed to inform anyone of the date, nor does she actually know how old she is. But there is one who is only too happy to oblige on all of the above fronts.

Goldilocks seats herself at a table in white jeans and a matching chunky cable mock turtleneck. Her late lunch of chicken pot pie and coffee are accompanied by a cup cake with a single candle in it. It's hard to tell whether she's amused, grateful or begrudging—the eye roll on receipt wasn't very readable.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is sitting at a table, chin resting on her hands, staring directly at the door. Except the door isn't there.

After the last couple of days, this is the last thing she needs.

Come bother her before she starts weeping.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is in the bar again and in short, she looks like hell. Not the fun, bruisey hell she looked like a few weeks ago, but a nice, miserable, emotional hell.

As per her usual, she orders a cup of tea and then proceeds to the fireplace area. She doesn't even notice the door disappear behind her.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

In times gone by there used to be a double act who graced the bar with their unique repartee once a week, and doled out discounted drinks to boot. Due to the stresses of life, they haven't been seen behind the bar much lately. But tonight, they're back, if only because they could use the money to pay off Mike's recent grocery expenditures.

It's the Indy and Mike bartending show, and they're featuring all the Thanksgiving leftovers!

DRINKS SPECIALS

The Turkey
Ordinary glass: 1/2 oz Wild Turkey, 3/4 oz each of Chambord, amaretto and cranberry juice

Butternut Squash
Ordinary glass: 1 part Chivas Regal scotch, 1 part butterscotch schnapps, 1 part amaretto

Pumpkin Pie
Martini glass: 2 parts pumpkin purée, 1 part syrup, 2 parts spiced rum, splash of cream

Reheated Leftovers
Shot glass: Equal parts Wild Turkey and Jägermeister, spoonful of ignited Bacardi 151

Thanks to Mike's further exploits in the kitchen, there's also a plentiful supply of Hot Buttered Cranberry Punch for those not inclined towards alcohol this evening. Once everything is set up, the two roomies move quietly to their respective ends of the bar and prepare to take some orders.

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

steak-man.livejournal.com

Cypher seems to have anticipated a holiday he has no idea is even occuring - he comes down to the bar in his version of Dressy Clothes, which means a nice black blazer with a knit lime-green shirt underneath ~~and if you saw the movie you've seen this outfit~~. It's a change of pace from leather and sunglasses. Hey, leather chafes.

The lovely spread of food on the edge of the bar - and its accompanying sign - catches him off guard. He wanders over, creeping around the dishes, and he'd probably be better off at the kids' table where he wouldn't misbehave.

"Thanksgiving?" He speaks aloud, because there's nothing like sharing your thoughts to a crowded, noisy room.

"Like Turkey Day Thanksgiving - shit, how great is that!" He would like to believe he has an audience. Even if he doesn't, talking aloud is an excellent way to get your mind off disturbing things. He's a master at that.

the_antiangst

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt. His mind, however, might well be somewhere else.
Sunny Santa Fe would be nice.
He's over by the fireplace, with cooling hot chocolate and the remnants of dinner, drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch.

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

Short Californian warlock at a table, deep in concentration over his books.

Come say hi.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

The shorter days mean less time for outdoor pursuits, and more time kicking one's heels in the bar. However, the weather today has been so foul that it kept Goldilocks inside for the duration. And that's saying something.

So, more bored than usual, and garbed in a plum fleece hoodie and jeans, Goldy is in her usual comfortable repose by the fire. The usual ingredients are in place. But, as well as the wine and book, there are paradoxes tonight. Yum.

locks_it_up

Death, corner barstool, White Russian.

obligatoryass

Logan. Whiskey. Bar.

The bottle came from Lilly's party. It's almost gone. He's so drunk it doesn't much matter, at this point.

It's a helluva party.

cuttingslack.livejournal.com

Slack?

Yeah, she's in the bar.

Curled up on a couch stragetically placed somewhere ~~that isn't out by the lake, though maybe that one's still there~~, in a rather very very short skirt.

She ran out of leather pants, it seems, but for once is not trying to attract attention to herself.

... Oh well.

She is also reading. The book seems to be in Sumerian, if you know what Sumerian looks like.

Come interrupt.

slayer_fray

Mel's still in the bar. Sometimes in the rafters, sometimes outsid, soetimes actually on the floor. Her movements are erratic because, well, she looks to be fidgetting.

Right now she's in the rafters. Cartwheeling form one end of one to another in a movement that looks like the Slayer equivalent of pacing restlessly.

No reason, she's just bored.

Yeah, that's it.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

No more curses! No more friends with chest-bursters! This is a good thing. A very good thing.

And to celebrate, Laini has gone to the bar, gotten quite a few bottles of various drinks, and headed for a table-booth combo in the corner. Some wait-rats follow along with trays of munchies.

Time to eat, drink, talk, laugh, and fall over drunk. Laini is watching for a few people in particular, but anyone is welcome.

((yep! Anyone is welcome. Tag as you will. No Posting Order. Be Random! ... Well, not an amberite. Chaotic and scattershot! And have fun.))

((Laini'mun is to bed, slowtimes and continuing threads welcomed!))