milliways_bar | Entries tagged with data

Data is in the turbolift on his way to the bridge when the door opens into Milliways. Other than a blink and a quick intake of his new (but familiar) surroundings, his facial expression does not indicate surprise of any kind. But truthfully, the bar's appearance was not a possibility he had considered today.

It has been a while since he has been seen in the bar... His last memory of it is human and faulty, to the point where he has honestly wondered if such events occurred at all.

He chooses a table near the door and sits, looking around the room for familiar faces, quietly observing others that are unfamiliar.

[OOC: Open 'til I say so! I might be kind of slow as I get my brain back, so bear with me.]

[OOC2: Sorry for getting behind... I'm going to declare all these threads faded. Contact me if you'd still like to slowtime; I am open. ^^]

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

There is an android at the Bar, who is considering the vidwindow he gets for a long moment. Well, a long moment for an android anyway, which amounts to a few seconds. And then, with what appears to be firm resolve, he selects the obvious choice.

Data has always wondered what it would be like to be human, after all. And while he would not want to change who he is in any permanent fashion, Cubefall sounds like the perfect excuse to try it out.

But naturally, he was not fully prepared for the experience.

And so we have a man of about 35 or so, standing at the Bar, trying to process all of these new sensations. He stares into space for a long moment. A long moment, even for a human.

He may be a bit slow to respond.

[OOC: Mun did not want to miss Cubefall this year! ~~Open until I say so,~~* though I will be *incredibly* sporadic this weekend. Tags are subject to immediate slowtimes, with apologies. ^^;

*Aaaand I'm going to cap it there, my loves, just so I don't get too overwhelmed. Shoot me a message if you still really want a thread. ♥]

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

It has been a while since Data has seen the Bar.

Or rather, it has been a while since the Bar has seen Data. (Time is an odd thing in Milliways.)

Whatever the case, Data takes notice of how the seasons have changed, and realizes that he probably "has some catching up to do" with his friends and acquaintances here, as the human expression goes. Which is why he will be sitting here, glancing around for familiar faces to say hello to. Or, as always, new ones to greet.

[OOC: Watched an episode of TNG tonight and thought the 'droid deserved a new EP. Tags will be picked up in the morning, open until I say so. Threads are subject to fading quickly if my fragile brain becomes overwhelmed. Hee.]

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

Data is over by the fireplace, playing the violin. Spot is curled up next to him, looking very comfortable.

It is the first violin part to Bach's Air on a G String, if anyone is curious.

Botherable, as always. Feel free to interrupt, or wait until he is finished playing.

Lore has been out of the cells for a while, but he may or may not have been up in his room, sulking. He seems in a much better mood today, for some reason, and he's wearing… a black leather jacket and sunglasses??? He'll just be over here, smirking at and/or ignoring people, with his feet up on the table.

Eiji has a parfait, which he really shouldn't be eating. He's decided he wants to come back here tomorrow, since apparently it's almost Valentine's Day here! He's used to getting lots of chocolate from girls, and though it might be a long shot, he's hoping that maaaaaaybe someone will leave him a little something?

But in the meantime… ice cream!

Rosalie is outside on the beach again, watching the sunset. She's taken off her jacket to reveal a light blue tank top underneath. One might very easily notice that her skin is sparkling slightly in the dimming light.

[OOC: May be slightly slow at first. Let me know who you're tagging! Open until I say so.]

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

Data is sitting with his back to the bar, observing people, as he often does when he is in Milliways. But he seems almost more thoughtful today, somehow. (A lot has happened.)

He would welcome conversation. He is rather curious what he has missed.

[OOC: May be a bit slow with Data brain, but open until his next EP!]

paragonsoldier.livejournal.com

Commander Shepard usually conducts herself with quiet confidence, but she never swaggers. Except today, evidently - she swaggers right up to the Bar with a slightly feral smile and Urz the varren on her heels.

She swings her leg over a stool, sits down, and says. "I want...hm. A drink to celebrate with."

Urz looks up at her expectantly.

"And something for Urz," Shepard adds.

The Bar produces a small bottle of Serrice ice brandy, along with a snifter, and a bowl of jerky. Shepard takes a strip of the latter and tosses it to Urz, who cheerfully snaps it out of the air.

Shepard pours herself some of the brandy and tosses it back with gusto.

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

There's an unresponsive android lying on the couch this evening.

Data never came to, and Mel was kind enough to haul him downstairs from Lore's room.

Hopefully, someone can fix him?

[OOC: Somewhat plotlocked. Ping before tagging.]

thats-not-data.livejournal.com

[(Sort-of)OOM: "Lore, I have a a surprise for you."]

An android walks into the bar, entering from upstairs. There's a slight smile on his face, and an air about him, like he's ready to take over the world.

Or the bar.

But don't worry, he's not going to… Not yet, anyway.

Right now, he's content to head over to Bar to ask for a glass of champagne. He leans on her wooden surface and surveys the room contentedly.

[OOC: Posting this now for timeline purposes, but will not be back to tag until tomorrow morning (Monday for me; GMT+9).

Not plotlocked or anything, but be careful—he's got a phaser.]

thats-not-data.livejournal.com

A signal, originating from the 8th floor and lasting for a couple of seconds, has just passed through the bar. It might possibly disrupt any computerized apparatus that happens to be present and operating in Milliways.

Also, those with excellent hearing might hear two heavy objects hit the floor simultaneously upstairs.

[OOC: Taggable for reactions. See this back room post for more information.]

morethanprops

Moist isn't really sure how he feels about the chess game between Urquhart and Teja, especially because Teja is unpredictable and notices things.

So he's sitting by the fire with a very Uberwaldian meal of sausages, dumplings and potatoes, he won't ever admit just how comforting it is.

Since he didn't like all the questions the book about dogs brought up, today he's borrowed one of Urquhart's books, one talking about gods but they're not like the gods he knows.

Tiny tag with an assumed name: Moist von Lipwig

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

After receiving a diagnostic* to confirm that he has not recently experienced any malfunction, Data returns to his quarters, picks up his cat, and walks straight into the bar. (The time spent in Engineering meant that he is late in feeding Spot.)

He has posted a neatly-written sign:

It has been brought to my attention that another android, identical to myself, has possibly visited Milliways. This person has reportedly displayed strange, emotional, and even aggressive behavior.

If anyone has any information regarding this matter, please inform me immediately. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
--Lieutenant Commander Data

While Spot is still eating, Data's eyes are scanning the bar, rather more intently and thoroughly than usual. As soon as he has noticed that his cat has finished eating, however, he picks up Spot to pet him. He talks to his cat as well—expressing the appropriate amount of affection—only stopping every now and then to glance around the bar again.

*Still in progress, will post as a separate OOM when finished.

[Tiny(NPC)!tag – Geordi La Forge]

[OOC: If your pup has run into Lore, now's the chance to tell about it! I'll leave this post open for as long as anyone wants to tag, even if we have to Millitime it. 'Cuz I know it's almost the beginning of the week and that's not exactly the best time. ^^;]

not_his_pa

[OOM: When the only ones who know what really happened are an outlaw, a dead man, a boy and a Pinkerton, rumors breed.]

When William opens the tack room door and finds Milliways, he sighs and pulls his hat down to cover his split lip and bruised eye. He doesn't even go to the Bar, just sits near the fire, where a rat brings him some ice in cloth. After a quick thank you, it leaves him alone and he sighs, he hates this.

His father died a good man, just because Wade made sure they got their money doesn't mean anything than the fact that he kept his word. Its still Wade's fault that his Pa was shot in Contention.

Tiny tag: William Evans

visible_sariel

OOM: Anyone who thinks of Sariel as a minion has her motivations very, very wrong.

Millitimed to immediately after this.

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

Data walks into the bar tonight in a tuxedo again. Why? No one knows. Well, maybe Data knows… You could try asking him.

He sits at the bar, intending to engage in his usual activity of observing people, when a napkin appears with a note written on it. Data's eyebrows raise slightly—one could almost say that his eyes light up—and he gets up to take his place behind the bar.

He removes his jacket and rolls up his sleeves before writing the specials on the board (with penmanship that is so consistent, it looks more typed than handwritten). Of course, it is not much of a list:

Specials:

Ask for a drink which is not in my current database, and your drink is free.

"Happy Hour is now open."

whathastobedone

Virginia, Halloween 2001

The halls of GMU are thrumming with noise and activity. It had taken some coaxing to get the young woman who's about to stumble through the door to leave her textbooks and join the crowd. That had always been the plan, but she had a schedule. Study until eight-thirty, revise until nine, and then leave for the party with David, not a moment earlier.

But boys are damn good at ruining plans.

By ten o'clock, Renee's onto her second Halloween party and might have lost track of how many drinks she's had. That's not a big deal -- she isn't anticipating anything getting wildly out of hand. Because, honestly, who throws a twenty-one-year-old linguistics major into a magical bar at the end of the universe on what is very possibly the weirdest night of the year? Nobody.

Or somebody.

A ladybug comes through the door, laughing, and suddenly stops. This is... not the room she had been expecting. She turns around.

"David?"

What... what the hell?

[tiny!tag: Renee Walker]

[OoC: FIRST TIME IN THE BAR. Feel free to come say hi, like, all of you. Just don't get too attached, because she probably won't remember you by the time she's back in again. Um. :D?]

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

[OOM: "Ensign. May I speak with you after you have completed your shift?"]

[Millitimed to before Descent.]

doyousmellfudge_archive

Nobody has yet warned Artie Nielsen of the potential consequences of entering Milliways on or near a holiday. He's about to find them out the hard way.

As he steps into Milliways, the first thing he notices is his glasses vanishing. "What--?" He gropes at his suddenly clean-shaven face, ears and nose that aren't shaped quite right, and what on Earth has happened to his hair? Is that a fez? And a purple velvet jumpsuit, of all things??

"What the hell??" he demands, in a voice that sounds significantly younger than it did a minute ago.

[Again, open through the 31st.]

evilontheloose

There is an Evil Genius outside, doing something extremely evil.

...

Oh, wait: Jordan is only flying a two-feet-long coaxial rotor helicopter model.

It is probably not armed or anything.

a1enzo

Enzo settles into an armchair with his guitar.

Before he can begin playing, he notices something down the side of the cushion. A number of somethings, in fact.

He pulls one out. It's a small, square packet with round contents.

He stares at it.

He glances around, licking his lips nervously, his cheeks a dark jade.

He begins to furtively gather up the packets, because, hey, you never know.

He stops, suddenly, as it occurs to him what free food found lying around the bar has been known to do to people, and his imagination applies the same principle to other found items.

He hastily stuffs the packets back down the side of the chair and gets on with his music.

command_dot_com

[OOM: Enzo delivers his report on his little....event at the Guardian Academy. Predictibly this is not the best thing Dot could have heard, but he could've done much worse.

Possibly.]

It's late tonight when Dot enters the bar from the upstairs closet of her home, but that's more than well enough. She can take the time she needs to here to work on a speech, as it is very unlikely she'll get much sleep at home until it's done.

After getting herself a big mug of Java, doctored with a little ROM, and a plate of fried paradoxes, she'll settle into a booth to open various vidwindows in front of her to get writing. Every so often Dot will look at a piece, mouth it silently and shake her head. If you get close enough before she notices you, you'd see that it looks like a cross between a speech and a projected dialogue between two people. Dot would probably not mind any old friends dropping in for a distraction, or meeting new people.

Current Mood: annoyed

seigaku-no-neko.livejournal.com

A young redhead in dark blue plaid pajamas walks into the bar.

"Oh, what, now this place is in my bathroom??"

Eiji thinks for a moment, then disappears back through his door before reentering mere moments later.

He'll just be sitting here on the couch, playing video games on his Nintendo DS. If he starts looking sleepy, someone might want to tell him he needs to go to bed.

Lore is in and out of the bar today. Every time he comes in, he sits at one of the corner tables, his eyes darting around and taking in his surroundings with something like agitation. He seems restless, and often disappears upstairs for hours at a time. But one might easily catch him while he is just sitting there.

Careful, though… He seems to be in a slightly bad mood.

…Though he might pretend he wasn't if you thought he was someone else.

Data will be in one the booths for an hour or so, once again attending to the needs of his fickle feline friend. Spot seems to be getting spoiled with the food that Bar provides him.

As always, Data is very botherable. Though he seems to be thinking about something, and might not notice you right away.

Rosalie slipped outside in the late afternoon when she thought no one was looking. It appears to be a bit sunny out, after all.

She had no idea there was a beach in Milliways.

She'll be there at sunset. She's taken off her sweater and is currently in a tank top, so hopefully no one will show up and notice that there's something odd about her… Namely, that she sparkles.

If someone did show up, though, she's not paying attention.

Tiny!tag: Kikumaru Eiji

[OOC: Subject to slowtime, but open to anyone, 'til it scrolls! Tag whoever you like, just let me know who. ^^ Oh, also, this may be the last chance to catch Data or Lore before they discover each other… maybe. I haven't decided yet. Feel free to mention to Data that someone who looks like him has been acting weird.]

yosafbridge

It's never too late to appreciate the beach - or to take advantage of the temporary solitude.

Because, every now and then, Saffron prefers to be alone.

Her door hasn't appeared in a few days, but being out here's almost like being home - if she can call the waterfront property she's been keeping lately home, that is.

There's a bottle of something shimmery propped up in the sand nearby, and she's wandered down to the shoreline to stand ankle-deep as the salt water lazily laps up over her feet, cool and refreshing. The sun hasn't set yet, so there's a fairly impressive horizon turning the sky all kinds of colorful.

It may not be Paquin, but it's not lièzhì, either.

particularskill.livejournal.com

Mills settles into his spot at the bar, eyes scanning the crowd. There's something in the air tonight, making him restless. Maybe it's the heat back home. Maybe it's the moon. Something just isn't right and he can't quite put his finger on it.

"Beer, please. Thanks."

Best just to keep an eye out. Just in case. At least here he can take his jacket off, and the locals won't give the .45 in its shoulder holster a second look.

fake tag: Gene Hunt

asingledropleft.livejournal.com

The door is thrown open as a man bolts inside. Something large clatters to the floor as he attempts-unsuccessfully-to lock it behind him. Scrambling back, he grabs for the crossbow and points it at the door shaking.

He's pale and shaky and lying on the floor-formerly immaculate clothes askew. He's dirty, grubbing on the floor like he's been used to it.

It's been a rough few days.

thanksrainman

Gus keeps saying that he's going to quit the cards, and he keeps meaning it. But it's not his fault that people that have no idea about cards keep showing up in the bar. How can Gus be expected to behave under these circumstances?

Really, it's just asking for trouble, to tell people that you don't know anything about the game. Of course someone is going to take advantage of you. So when the big ape of a new guy let drop that he’s never even played a game of cards, outside of maybe Go Fish or Solitaire, of course Gus jumped on the opportunity to teach him.

And when, about fifteen minutes later some strange, quiet little guy wandered over curiously, Gus was very eager to rope him into the game as well. The fact that he doesn’t seem to want to be there at all only makes the whole thing more fun.

Far as Gus is concerned, this is money in the bag.

Then again, Gus just may be the worst conman to ever step foot inside of Milliways. Because, really. Only he would try to con a pair of professional card magicians who are clearly trying to con him.

[ooc: And this game is officially closed. Thanks for the awesomeness, everyone!]

Fake Tags: Penn, Teller, Moist von Lipwig