milliways_bar | Entries tagged with darius

News apparently spreads among vampires faster than a... well, a vampire on hype. Though both of Rae and Con had remained whole throughout, thank all the listening gods, ambushes are not something Rae would like to experience ever again.

Con had left her swaying on her balcony, exhausted and blood-spattered. The sinking feeling in her stomach may not just be residual numb horror, but might also be dread in knowing that she has to get up for work in less than four hours.

So when her balcony door doesn't take her into her apartment but into the bar, the wave of relief that washes over her nearly knocks her over; thankfully there's a wall just beside her to lean against (a good wall, very solid). That time stops when she is here means Rae can take the time to sleep, and maybe not be an exhausted wreck at work tomorrow.

But it also means that the hot shower (or three) she intends on taking is that much further away. And there are stairs between her and it, damn them.

Sunshine is just going to... slide down the wall, succumbing to gravity until she's sitting on the floor. She'll rest until she has the energy to attempt the stairs. Maybe draft an apology to the cleaning crew for all the blood.

Current Mood: numb

rabbitworthy

Darius is in a relatively good mood when he comes into the bar today, and when a napkin pops up along with his requested sandwich, he smiles and readily accepts.

He still isn't sure he can handle too much that's complicated, so the specials he scrawls out are simple:

Beer
Wine
Whiskey

And he sits back with his sandwich to see if anyone shows up.

rabbitworthy

The Games are over for another year, and Darius is so very glad to be somewhere that is not District 12 right now. He hadn't really expected either of their tributes to make it to the end, but the reality of it wasn't any easier for that knowledge.

When he comes into the bar, he settles himself on a stool and quietly asks for something strong but not too strong.

He wants to forget, but he doesn't want to pass out.

rabbitworthy

[OOM: The tradition of a lifetime takes on a whole new meaning.]

Darius is very much subdued when he comes into the bar today, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he ends up here rather than in the Hob. He can't stand walking into another room where every single inhabitant hates him on sight.

He walks up to the bar, not sure immediately what it is that he wants.

Eventually, though, he asks, "Could I get some white liquor?"

He could stand to kill a few brain cells. He's drinking to forget today.

pickledtribute

Five days ago he watched his two tributes ride in their Chariots so the Capitol could get a good look at them. (It wasn't that great a look, both of them were nearly too short to peer over the sides, but it seemed their prep teams were determined to make up for it by using more body paint than fabric in their costumes.)

Four days ago he sent them off to training, wondering if there was anything either of them was actually physically fit enough to use.

Two days ago he tried to console them over their scores - a matched pair of ones. In truth, he already knew there was nothing he could say that they'd believe.

Last night he watched them during their interviews, hoping against hope that they'd manage to look cute, or appealing, or something. Instead, they both came off as terrified, almost sullen. He didn't blame them, but it pretty much obliterated any hope he had of wrangling a sponsor.

Today he comes in, and in his opinion he needs to be quite a lot more drunk. Haymitch makes a beeline towards the Bar, ready to start his goal of complete blackout.

rabbitworthy

Darius is looking a bit dingy when he comes into the bar tonight. It's kind of ridiculous just how difficult it is to keep a white uniform white in District Twelve. There's a definite grey-ish hue to his from the coal dust that has settled over it.

He was going to ask Bar for a clean change of clothes, but when he got to the counter, he received a note asking him to tend bar instead.

Figuring that if Bar didn't mind his appearance, he wouldn't either, he set up a quick list of specials:

Wine
Beer
Lemonade

He still has a bit to learn before he can try anything more complicated.

makesmeatease

Guess what time it is?

It's tea time. At least it is for Inara, who has a teapot in front of her. She's seated near the Observation Window, waiting for the tea to finish steeping. She looks deep in contemplation as she stares at the tea pot, until a waitrat skitters up to her, handing her several cups.

She smiles, taking the cups, the bangles on her arms jingling and jangling. "Xièxie nĭ."

Come join?

[honestly, open forever. i miss rping and i just wanna play and i never seem to be around when others are. so open forEVERRRRRR.]

sunbaked_baker

It has been a good day, and surprisingly, the previous night had been a (relatively) good night. The man who had been about to be dinner to a couple of vampires may have been frightened half out of his mind at the time, and may be a known drug-dealer, but he's also human. And still alive, thanks to her. At this point, Rae will take what she can get - the best part is that she doesn't have to worry about him making an official report to the authorities.

So after a full afternoon of baking in the Milliways kitchens, Rae brings out a tray laden with pies, intending to sell them.

A napkin from the Bar greets her when she sets the tray down, however.

"I guess I can," Rae replies with a shrug and a slight smile. "It's not like it's much out of my way. Have a good nap."

Soon, the specials board is filled with various specials, reading:

Happy Hour Specials!
Dr. Pepper
Vanilla Coke
Super Sprite
Tea (hot or iced)

Freshly-made Pie! (With a chalk-drawn picture of a slice of pie next to the words.)
$3/slice, $12/pie, $0.75/scoop of ice-cream
Cherry
Blueberry-peach
Strawberry-rhubarb
Apple-cinnamon

Rae makes herself a cup of tea, ready to settle in for a while. "Happy Hour's on, Milliways. What'll it be?"

(ETA: Slowtimes from here on out. Mun has to go run errands. <3)

Current Mood: cheerful

rabbitworthy

Darius is a bit hesitant when he comes into the bar this evening. He's still settling in in District Twelve, and it seems like he keeps walking down the wrong corridor. Whether he did or not tonight, he'll never know, since the corridor in question seems to be that fascinating bar. He's not at all unhappy about this. Nor is he unhappy about the napkin that pops up asking him to tend bar.

He's still trying to figure out this bartending schtick, so he decides on a creative specials board.

1/2 off any drink if you let me pick what goes into it

This way, he can learn what tastes good and what doesn't, right?

smallgayjew

David has taken to using Milliways as a means of escape from his studies. It's not that he doesn't still find them fascinating; it's just that...well, there's so much to be doing. It never quite seems to end, and there are times when he desperately wants it to.

Those are the times he makes a deliberate effort to end up in Milliways, though he never seems to actually use his time here to catch up on what needs catching up on. Instead, he takes a book of collected poems by whoever he's currently reading (Thomas Hardy again, just now) and gets a cup of tea and settles into a corner booth somewhere.

Which is where he can be found today.

***

Orpheus is outside again, enjoying the sunshine and strumming a lazy (and overly affectionate) hymn to its provider. He wouldn't mind a bit of company, divine or otherwise.

***

Alcide is happy to find himself here when it's not actually the full moon, and he's very much enjoying the weather, laid out in the grass out back, sunning himself with his shirt off. (It's draped over a bottle of beer he got from the bar to attempt to keep it cool.)

***

Darius comes in today in his dress uniform (which isn't much different to his regular uniform, except that it's cleaner and has a jacket). He's got an official-looking document in his hand, and he's frowning bemusedly down at it, not quite sure what to make of these particular orders.

He takes them to the bar and settles in to read over them again, during which time a lemonade appears on the bartop, and he picks it up, sipping absently.

[ooc: Multi-pup post to celebrate mun's return home! Please let me know who you're tagging. :)]

rabbitworthy

Darius is getting to the end of his training. In a few weeks, he'll actually be a Peacekeeper and find out where he's going to be spending the next few years, possibly the next twenty years.

Which means things are getting pretty damn serious at home, which means, he's pretty damn glad to find the crazy bar he's not entirely sure isn't some sort of Capitol experiment yet.

He heads up to the bar to see if he can't, maybe, get some more of that max cheese or whatever it was called. Instead, he gets a napkin asking him to tend bar.

"Um...okay?"

District Two is as strict as any other district about alcohol consumption, so he has pretty much no experience with bartending, but he'll try anything once.

He considers the specials board for a long moment before scribbling out:

Specials
Anything I don't have to look up.

singsometimes

So, life has finally started to resemble something that might be referred to as 'normal'. At least ... it's something normal-like, according to Miss Jessica Day. Mizz Day. Jess. The Jess-ster.

It can be noted that Jess is pretty much used to things never really going the way they should, or the way she wishes they could in her head.

(Like the whole thing with her ex, Spencer; and her spontaneously moving in with a bunch of guys - who are honestly the best, so really, no regrets there - because she couldn't stand living with a bunch of models anymore.)

But people are often singing out their feelings in these situations in her head. Sometimes, there's even a random dance number. So maybe it's best that they don't really go the way they do in her head.

In any case, she's standing in the doorway with a slightly rumpled, but still brightly coloured solar system diorama in her arms, eying the new locale with a fair amount of confusion, skepticism and disbelief on her face. Her large-framed glasses slide down her nose.

That is when Saturn decides to come loose from its string, the spray-painted orange and brown foam ball bouncing to the ground and rolling off towards a table.

"Oo-kay. I'm pretty sure this ... isn't supposed to be here."

tiny!tag: jess day, danny williams, darius

[ooc: Aaaaand I'm off for the night! But h'omg this was the best. I'll be tagging all slowtimes and such tomorrow!]

basic_powers

It's nearly time, do you know where your happy hour tender is? Well, to be fair, neither does the guy inside of the kitchens tonight. Which is why Beauford leans out to check, he's got a napkin waiting for him on the bar.

"...sure, I can pick up a shift.."

With that the napkin disappears.

"...oh, you mean tonight." He's just going to pull off the grungy kitchen apron and reach over to write on the specials board for tonight with a chalk marker.

Tonight's Happy Hour Specials
Banana Daquari
Snocone Martini
Lemon Lavender Cheesecake Martini
1/2 off all Cider and Wines

Dinner Specials
Chipolte Mac n Cheese
Smoked Caramel Onion Barbeque Ribs with sweet potato steak fries
French Onion Soup with summer berry salad

"Come an get it!"

rabbitworthy

Despite the fact that he's nearly convinced every patron of this bar is a complete ass, Darius is actually happy to see the place just now. He's nearly finished with his training, and his commanders have been making things harder and harder on all of them.

He could really use a drink.

So he goes to the bar and tries to pretend this isn't still really weird.

"Um...give me something good. Something I've never had before."

He pauses a moment and then adds, "Please."

It never hurts to be polite.

What he gets is not a color he associates with things he wants to put into his mouth, so he picks it up cautiously, holding it up for closer examination.

[ooc: Open forever.]

tiny!tag: Darius (Hunger Games)

rabbitworthy

A young, redheaded man in a white, military uniform opens the door to the bar and steps inside, whistling to himself. The slightly off-key tune trails off as he takes a look around himself.

"Well, this is...unexpected..."

Eyes wide, he takes a few more, tentative steps into the room.

[ooc: Darius is coming in pre-canon, while he's still training to be a Peacekeeper. He has not yet been assigned to District Twelve or met anyone from there.]

lasthalfmile

The first few days since he'd adopted Bogart had been interesting. The most interesting part of the experience was the fact that the pig was actually growing attached to him.

Dan suspects that it might have something to do with the fact that he's been keeping the pig happy with plenty of apples and peanut butter to snack on (in addition to a healthy diet recommended by Miss Bar) and the fact that he's been taking Bogart for long walks outside in the nice weather.

But now, a ~~boy and his dog~~ man and his pig are in the bar, sitting on the floor near the couches. Dan is reading a book on 'games and activities to entertain your potbelly pig' and Bogart is sleeping, blissfully unaware of his new owners plans to get him some exercise and stimulate him intellectually.

Even if his owner has no idea why you would need to intellectually stimulate a pig.

[tiny tag with a pig on a leash: dan evans
other tiny tags: izzie stevens, demeter, the sphinx, doc potter]

whitestshoes.livejournal.com

Since the mun herself is celebrating the brief freedom she has before the onslaught of finals (blarg), she's thrown many of her pups in for your interacting pleasure.

Pam Beesly, to her credit, is sitting very happily in the corner, munching on an incredibly large pretzel as she surveys her surroundings. Approach on warning of extreme giddiness. It's probably the result of a sugar rush.

In terms of the others? Well, let's have a looksee.

The girl named Chuck, on the other hand, sits at the bar with a box of freshly baked triple-berry pie - a box which displays the Pie Hole's unmistakable logo, as a matter of fact.

For what cheers people up like a pie?

Chuck can't think of anything else - except perhaps the emotional Heimlich of a friendly hug.

The resident Librarian's nose is buried in a book.

Strike that. The resident Librarian's nose is buried in about five books, which he's using to trace the origins of (if someone is close enough to read what he's currently working on) the Spear of Destiny.

Never mind the fact that he sort of stole his books from the Library. Shhh. He won't tell if you won't.

If anyone's looking for the carnie worker, she'll be outside at the beach, sitting in the sand and having what is likely to be the first of many smokes.

The other day, she bought herself a silver flask - mostly because she thought it was cool, but also due to some Milliways influence, and every now and then she takes a break from her smokes to sip from her flask.

A responsible young adult, to say the least.

And lastly, we have Saffron, curled up in a booth and idly flipping through a magazine Bar's given her to read. (It's actually the latest issue of Cosmopolitan.)

A drink sits nearby, but she doesn't touch it much, studying the advertisements just as carefully as she reads the articles, marveling at how much the world's changed.

[ooc: open for tags pretty much forever so people can save me from the inevitable doldrums brought on by finals.]

[tiny tags: pam beesly, chuck charles, em lewin]

[tags daring to tag: ellen (vault 101 dweller), kissin' kate barlow, carlisle cullen, henry jekyll/edward hyde, methos, doc potter, ben wade]

didntmakeitout.livejournal.com

Fact: In Doc Potter's arms is a remarkably runty little demon rabbit.

Fact: Doc Potter's hands are suffering from first-degree burns, and his sleeves are singed.

Fact: The demon bunny is, even more remarkably, asleep, and has a muzzle firmly affixed on its snout.

Fact: Doc Potter looks about thisclose to conking out.

Fact: Never before in his life has Doc Potter ever attempted to adopt/domesticate an animal.

Probable: He wouldn't mind a decent conversation.

[ tiny tag with an adopted bunny: doc potter
tiny tag with a bum leg: dan evans
tiny tag that's nonplussed as all hell: ben wade ]

av-geek.livejournal.com

It was Archie's day off, and he had been holding a video game tournament with some friends outside of work. Yes, he had some, despite most people on the night shift having a difficulty having social lives outside of their work because of work hours. But Archie knew several people who worked on weird schedules as well, or those who just simply worked from home, so he was all good.

That didn't mean he didn't hang with his fellow lab rats every now and then, but hey. Today had just been an outside friends kind of day.

He had just finished a battle with one of his friends -- they were playing Soul Calibur -- and Archie had gotten up to get a refreshment. One of his friends called to him, asking him if he was running from the mighty power of his Yoshimitsu.

"My Taki can own your Yoshimitsu anyday!" Archie yelled back as he opened door, chuckling as he walked through the doorway into his little storage closet of snacks.

...Only to find himself in a bar. Okay, seriously? His snack cabinet hadn't suddenly expanded into a full bar, had it?

"Whoa. Sweet," he breathed, blinking in surprise.