milliways_bar | Entries tagged with dale cooper

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Everybody's going to need a witness
Everybody's going to need a little backup
In case the scene gets nasty ]

blue_ajah

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

we are what we are
get in the goddamn car

]

awesome_lilly

Lilly is totally over science. (For the moment, at least.)

She's ensconced in a corner table, nursing a drink that has no experimental qualities of any kind.

If only the same could be said of the waitrat who was supposedly bringing her dinner.

[ooc: plotlocked while I'm still wrapping science, ping first please!]

awesome_lilly

Lilly is on a mission from... well, herself. She is going to find out what the hell actually cursed Puck (this time) if it kills her because a) it can't kill her, she's already dead and b) she has a sneaking fondness for her faeke husband and genuinely wants to help.

However.

Because she is Lilly, her current attempt to help involves a stab at scientific research: recreating past bar "incidents" on a crowd of volunteer waitrats to see if there's any common thread around causes, cures, and accidental side-effects.

The table before her is spread with a variety of seemingly innocuous items: peppercorn and honey and gin, a bowl of steaming curry, band candy, a horn and some cherries and a paper umbrella, the Roman equivalent of a penny, mints, two kinds of apples, a soy latte, and a Mexican coke. (Hey, this is thirsty work.)

Approach at your own risk.

[OOC: not plot-locked but please ping me at 'da emmy gee' or comment on backroom post before tagging so we see what might happen to our poor pups. Accidentally, of course. :D).

ETA: ahahahah awesomeness! slowtiming for now but let's keep doing this you mad impetuous frogs, you.

tibetanmethod

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

come on in, we haven't slept for weeks ]

tibetanmethod

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania ]

tibetanmethod

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

There are loose ends by the score
What did I come down here for? ]

tibetanmethod

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Locking eyes,
Holding hands,
Twin high maintenance machines. ]

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Why don't you come to me now
more like you are]

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

[OOC: Out of Milliways and Twin Peaks:

A date.

And back home: A conversation.

Tiny tag: Joan Holloway]

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

It's been a good long time since Sheriff Harry Truman was in here, and to tell the truth, he hasn't missed it particularly. Not that he's one of the ones who hates the place; he just doesn't need much more than his own hometown.

Still, it never hurts to have a change of pace, and if he finds himself here, he figures he's probably supposed to be here. He's off-duty (if still in uniform, his badge pinned to his old flannel jacket and his sidearm on his hip) and a cup of coffee wouldn't go amiss.

tibetanmethod

[OOM: And perhaps some places not so unusual.]

blue_ajah

[OOM: Curiosity leads to unusual places.]

blue_ajah

She had received a letter from the bar along with the tea she had requested.

Moiraine takes both to her usual table and settles there.

walking_napalm

In stark contrast to the last several times that she has entered the bar, Liz today is not dressed in tatters, she's not wearing a gun, and she's not staggering. It makes for a nice change, she thinks.

She's taking up a pretty good amount of the sofa, especially for someone of her (non) height. She sits with her back against the armrest and her knees pulled up, engrossed in a battered copy of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd that looks like it has seen better days. Her oversized sweater's sleeves cover her hands right up to the tips of her fingers, which is useful for turning pages.

blue_ajah

[OOM, and in Twin Peaks: A game of chess brings with it a surprise.]

There is a certain soothing quality to spending a few moments of quiet in having tea. Moiraine has long been aware of this, and has frequently found them useful.

In the wake of Raven's continued absence and Cooper's startling disclosure, it is perhaps not unexpected that this evening should find her settled at a table with a gently-steaming cup in her hands.

(It is likely that she would be less settled had she arrived in time to hear Mary Lennox's announcement. The Wheel weaves.)

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

More like the Pearl Lakes. A conversation, mid-fish.]

blue_ajah

[OOM: Some things are difficult to bear alone. In Twin Peaks, Moiraine tells Cooper the news.]

blue_ajah

[OOM: In Twin Peaks, time passes slowly, but with something of ease. Eventually, however, the slow march of days leads to the moment when a decision is made.]

It is a small step, perhaps, but a step nonetheless.

Moiraine glides through the door into Milliways, glances around, and takes a seat at a table.

Soon afterwards, following the attentions of a waitrat, she divides her attention between a cup of tea and observing the room.

howling_laugh

Coyote walks into a bar. Hey, it's Milliways! Fancy that. She wanders over and perches on a stool, lighting up a cigarette.

[OOC: This one's plotlocked!]

blue_ajah

The door opens, allowing two people to pass through before it clicks shut behind them.

Moiraine looks slightly weary, but determined all the same. For his part, Dale Cooper seems utterly calm.

As the two of them settle at a vacant table, a waitrat dashes up with two messages.

tibetanmethod

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

An Aes Sedai's work is never done.]

tibetanmethod

[After Moiraine agrees to come to Twin Peaks, things happen.

Harry Truman runs some errands. Cooper drinks some coffee.

And eventually, Moiraine wakes up.]

blue_ajah

[After this.]

The front door opens.

Raven steps through, tall and skinny and threadbare. He half-turns, bracing one hand against the door to prevent it from closing immediately, and waits until a small, familiar figure edges past him into the bar.

She is worn past the point of fragility, and seems somehow as brittle as bone china. Pale and faded as she is with something more than simple exhaustion, the bruises and scrapes visible here and there through the ragged edges of sleeve and skirt are shockingly dark in contrast to the chalk-white pallor of her skin.

Torn and tatterdemalion though she may be, nevertheless there is a tiny, wondering smile on her face as Moiraine looks around the room.

"I had not truly thought ever to see this place again."

[OOC: Both Moiraine and Raven are here -- please feel free to tag either or both, if you like!]

tibetanmethod

Cooper needs to talk to Ed Hurley.

His car -- his car, not the government's car, but his car, his new car -- is making a funny noise under the hood, and while Cooper isn't a complete mechanical ignoramus (far from it), it's not the kind of funny noise he can easily fix himself. Therefore, it's to Big Ed's Gas Farm he intended to go.

He comes into Milliways with his keys jingling in his hand, intending to set foot out his front door into the wider world.

Confronted instead with a bar -- or an even wider world, from a certain point of view -- he takes out his tape recorder.

Click.

"Diane. November 3. Seven-fifteen AM. My morning has started out by getting turned on its ear. Some mornings I would react to this situation by starting my day under a cloud of suspicion and stress, wondering what the rest of the day would bring. Instead, I think I will choose to see this turn of events as auspicious. If nothing else, I can get that morning cup of coffee."