milliways_bar | Entries tagged with david posner

David is more than happy to take over for a bit when he gets the note asking him to. He's under a bit of stress at uni (which is fairly standard), so he could use the distraction.

He even scribbles out a quick specials list.

Tea
Ale
Cider

1/2 off if you help the bartender run lines.

[ooc: Calling it a night, will pick up threads tomorrow!]

irish_radical

Branson still isn't sure how he feels about this bar occasionally showing up in his garage. (Lord Grantham's garage, though Branson does still think of it as his.) He also hasn't yet decided if he's okay with eating or drinking anything here. He doesn't believe in fairies, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

Today he's at the bar with a carburetor laid out in pieces on a towel, very meticulously cleaning each piece with a soft cloth before putting it back together again.

***

Alcide has no qualms about eating or drinking here, and he's got a very large plate piled high with steak and potatoes in front of him, a half-finished pint nearby. He's less happy to be here now that he's seen Northman, but it still has the best damn beer he's ever tasted, so he's willing to overlook that for now.

***

David Posner comes bounding into the bar with a grin, all but bouncing on his feet.

"Stu!" he says as he enters, then realizes where he is.

A brief look of disappointment crosses his face before he goes to the bar, where he's given a glass of champagne and a small cake with, "Congratulations," scrawled across it in sparkling, blue frosting, along with a very cartoonish depiction of the comedy/tragedy masks.

morethanprops

Moist is smiling as he enters the Bar, Quirm is being rather profitable for him. Today he's in a suit that he hasn't worn into here before with the faintest hint of stripes and tailored to him. It has a few surprises tucked away but at the moment, he's closing his pocket watch.

While he has yet to convince Imp to give him more money, he's found that the area where Imp works is a prosperous one. There are rich women who find someone new with just a hint of an accent rather enticing and his luck seems to be changing.

Milliways found him on his way out, but he has the time to stop and get a drink. He orders a whiskey before resting against the counter to see who's around.

(OOC: Open all weekend or until it scrolls.)

smallgayjew

Over at a booth in a corner is a student. You can tell he's a student because there's a stack of books next to him and a half-written essay under his head.

Under his head because he's currently asleep on top of it.

Possibly snoring. (Just a bit.)

smallgayjew

When David comes into the bar tonight, he's feeling somewhat ill at ease. He's been trying to work out how he can manage all the things he wants to do while he's at Oxford, and he hasn't been coming up with any solutions. He's come to the conclusion that something is going to have to go, and based on how he feels about lying to his parents and the still somewhat new career goal he's set for himself, he thinks it's going to have to be the choir.

He's just not sure yet how he feels about that.

He has just about determined, though, that he is definitely going to do actual schoolwork in the bar today. After he gets a drink.

"Could I just get a pint of cider?" he asks as he sets his book bag on the counter. He's given a glass and an envelope. When he reads the note and sees the drawing, he gets a bit misty-eyed.

Maybe he should finish that essay before he finishes the cider.

thekidfrombrooklyn

Steve has made good use of his time in Milliways, and his drawings are done.

(The two he's giving away are. The third, he's not sure what to do with.)

He's put them into envelopes with thin pieces of cardboard, one addressed to David Posner and the other to Ellen Park. Ellen's envelope has postcards and photographs, too, from the western leg of the USO tour: California beaches, Nevada deserts, Arizona canyons, Utah rock formations, Washington forests. He's even added a few comics of his own--literally, his own, including the first Captain America issue where he socks Hitler on the jaw right on the cover.

And when he stops at the bar to drop them off, what's waiting for him but another parcel from Ellen? Even the partial pages make him smile. He loves seeing how comics are done in other places and times--he's learning so much.

( David Posner )

( Ellen Park )

With the envelopes in Bar's care, Steve orders that cup of abulita and starts looking over the comics Ellen left for him. Time stands still while he's here--he feels no guilt about putting off his return.

thekidfrombrooklyn

Steve comes into the bar in costume, pulling back his cowl. He's got an overcoat over the costume and his sketchbook under his arm, but he hasn't washed off the greasepaint makeup yet.

(Yes, Captain America wears makeup. ON STAGE. And in front of the camera, but that's another story.)

He sits at the bar and is about to order, when a shot of tequila pops up.

"Uh, Miss Bar? Is there a celebration I don't know about going on?"

A napkin responds. From Lilly Kane.

"Oh. Um. Tell her thank you."

Beat.

"Why?"

There's a pause.

Because you're hot.

It's slang from a different era, but Steve gets the meaning nonetheless.

"Oh," he murmurs, raising the glass, "thanks to you both, then." He knocks back the shot and shakes his head at the bite.

The alcohol has no effect on him whatsoever, but the gesture cheers him up considerably nonetheless.

[tiny tag: Eric Northman]

pushtheboatout

The storm is breaking or so it seems
We're too young to reason, too grown up to dream.

Now spring is turning your face to mine
I can hear your laughter, I can see your smile.

[Adult content warn for both threads.]

smallgayjew

David has never seriously considered a career in acting before. It's possible the only reason he's considering it now--besides that Steve suggested it--is because it seems so much easier than delving into the influence of the Boer War on 19th century colonial poetry.

Whatever the reason, he's got a stack of plays by Ibsen, Simon, Stoppard, and of course, Shakespeare and is flipping idly through them as he sips a cup of tea at the bar.

thekidfrombrooklyn

[OOM: We'll face any threat, no matter the size.
And they will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of hell.
You win wars with guts.
To the little guys.
Stay who you are. A good man.]

It's been a strange week for Steve Rogers.

Coming through the door to Milliways--unexpectedly, too--makes him sag with relief. Even if he has to reintroduce himself to people or explain why he looks so different, it's still like coming home.

He sits at the bar. "Hello, ma'am. It's Steve. Do you have schnapps from a city called Ausberg in Germany?"

She does, and as if she knows what he needs right now, provides both bottle and glass, as well as a red-white-and-blue frosted birthday cupcake.

The cupcake makes him smile. He'll eat it later. First, Steve pours himself a drink and raises it in silent salute to the late Dr. Abraham Erskine.

[ooc: ~~I need to call slowtimes on all threads. My internet connection is being too unreliable to keep going right now.~~ And now it's working again. Please allow for it to fail again, since it's been doing it all day.]

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. :)]

balancingminds

Charles is tugging off his tie that goes with his elegant three piece suit as he enters the Bar, laughs and calls behind him, "Raven, Milliways is in my room. I'm going to get a drink before we head out!"

Then he walks through and tucks his tie into his pocket as he unbuttons his collar, he'll have time to change into something else before they go to the pubs.

When he reaches the counter, he grins as a note appears and he nods before shifting behind the counter and looking for some specials.

Happy Hour with Professor Xavier
Teacher's Pet
Cherry Champagne
Piece of Mind
If I can't figure out what drink you want then your drink's free.

Once the specials are up, he pours himself a glass of champagne and waits to see what Milliways will bring tonight.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Jess Day, Gwaine
OOC: Charles is going to be actively listening to minds so please include thoughts in narration.
Open until I say its not, threadhop, enjoy and help Charles celebrate his degree.
Home after midnight and if you're interested in starting a new thread, ask me before tagging as this has been a great but busy Happy Hour.

scots_wolf

Urquhart reads books about everything that interests him, and he is interested in almost anything. And in MIlliways, you get books from everywhere about anything, even the few things Urquhart finds boring. This is the the candy-land of knowledge that the medieval Scottish murderer always longed for and dreamed of, in his long peregrinations. You don't get what you deserve, you merely get what you get -- and while many people that knew Urquhart briefly before their death would certainly agree he deserved to burn in hell, instead he got this.

There is a small fire burning right now -- in the round medium-sized barbecue which Urquhart has fired up outside, just beyond the kitchen garden. One of the things Urquhart is interested in is food, drink, baking, and cooking; and in one cook-book about the Mediterranean sea, Urquhart read about a kind of cheese you can fry or grill, from Cyprus. Which of course he had to try.

So, Urquhart has several pieces of halloumi, glazed with olive oil and spiked with twigs of rosemary, gently sizzling on the barbecue beside some slices of eggplant; he has a bowl of salad, a baguette or two, and a large bottle of crisp white wine from Greece.

He's sitting out in the sun, content and peaceful, with his dog by his feet and a glass in his hand. If you happen to walk by, Urquhart will be sure to offer you some food and a glass of wine, too.

And the dog is most likely to wag his tail in friendly welcome.

smallgayjew

Somehow David has missed Cubefall in his time at Milliways, but he was a woman once during Mardi Gras, and though it was a bit disconcerting at first, he'd eventually got used to it.

Besides, things have changed now.

So when the screen pops up, he takes just a moment to look over ( the configurations ) before making his choice.

He may have done this once before, but he's still a bit awkward when he carries his tea over to a chair by the fireplace.

morethanprops

Moist has been having a run of bad luck, he was just able to escape the fallout of his last job but hasn't been able to find any leads. Instead he's been scraping by with the smallest of his cons, the fake diamond one and stealing and selling horses to get someplace to make a new plan.

The Sto Plains are feeling rather emptier than he'd like at the moment and when he finds Milliways in his inn room, he allows himself a small sigh. His suit is his second best and looking rather more worn than the last time he was in here as he hasn't been able to afford a good cleaning for it.

At the counter, he orders a MacAbre and pulls out his map of the plains, if he can get just a little farther, there's Pseudopolis which is large enough that he can go to ground for a while.

alsoagreengrass

Seventh Year is proving to be far busier than Scorpius could have imagined. With the coursework to be done, trying to stay ahead in classes, Quidditch prep, studying with Albus, and meeting with professors -

Well. All work and no play is not a philosophy that Scorpius agrees with.

(Not that studying with Albus is work. It's his favourite time of day, really.)

So it's early in his morning when he slips into Milliways for a bit of fun-before-classes time. His hair is still wet from his bath and he's half-dressed for class, only missing his robes which are stuffed in his book-bag with the rest of his things.

He doesn't stop at a table or booth, instead heading for the outdoors to claim a picnic table for himself.

He doesn't waste much time once he's settled, digging through his book-bag and extracting a long (and still wrapped) package from its depths. He had a block of wood delivered yesterday morning and now it's time to start carving a broom handle out of it.

smallgayjew

There is a sense of ritual about Oxford that appeals to David, ceremonies and accoutrements that have been around for centuries, virtually unchanged. He thinks back to the first day of his last term at Cutlers and Lockwood's description of Oxbridge as "old, sir, tried and tested."

There's some truth in that.

It's this sense of tradition that has him positively beaming as he stumbles, laughing, into the bar tonight, Stuart on his heels, kitted out in his brand new scholars robes and sub-fusc. He thinks he looks quite dashing. (Not as dashing as Stuart, of course, but more dashing than he has ever felt before.)

"Stu!" he says, immediately taking Stuart's hand to pull him toward the bar. "Perfect timing! We ought to celebrate."

And Milliways welcomes its newly matriculated Oxford students.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns. Tag one or both, but please specify which.

This is a little late, but, um...slowtimes all around?]

smallgayjew

[OOM:

First Gestures
by Julia Spicher Kasdorf

Among the first we learn is good-bye,
your tiny wrist between Dad's forefinger
and thumb forced to wave bye-bye to Mom,
whose hand sails brightly behind a windshield.
Then it's done to make us follow:
in a crowded mall, a woman waves, "Bye,
we're leaving," and her son stands firm
sobbing, until at last he runs after her,
among shoppers drifting like sharks
who must drag their great hulks
underwater, even in sleep, or drown.

Living, we cover vast territories;
imagine your life drawn on a map--
a scribble on the town where you grew up,
each bus trip traced between school
and home, or a clean line across the sea
to a place you flew once. Think of the time
and things we accumulate, all the while growing
more conscious of losing and leaving. Aging,
our bodies collect wrinkles and scars
for each place the world would not give
under our weight. Our thoughts get laced
with strange aches, sweet as the final chord
that hangs in a guitar's blond torso.

Think how a particular ridge of hills
from a summer of your childhood grows
in significance, or one hour of light--
late afternoon, say, when thick sun flings
the shadow of Virginia creeper vines
across the wall of a tiny, white room
where a girl makes love for the first time.
Its leaves tremble like small hands
against the screen while she weeps
in the arms of her bewildered lover.
She's too young to see that as we gather
losses, we may also grow in love;
as in passion, the body shudders
and clutches what it must release.]

smallgayjew

David hasn't managed to find a door to Milliways in quite some time. It can usually be counted on to show up in his closet at least once a day, but this is the first time in weeks that he's been able to get in, and he is really quite pleased to be here. He needs a break from his mother's hovering and his father's quiet worry and his job and...just about everything in Sheffield really.

(Not Dakin, of course. But everything else.)

So he's smiling as he heads for the bar and asks for a cup of tea and something interesting to read. He'll be curled up by the fire with a trashy novel if anyone needs him.

scots_wolf

[[Before Milliways: Death In Cologne, 1260]]

Urquhart is falling, and then, he's no longer falling because he has hit the dirty ground in Dranckgasse, and then Urquhart exists there no longer. Eventually, his body is taken away.

Instead, Urquhart lands in the soft grass of somewhere completely different, a black blemish in the spring greenery. For a moment, he lies dead and broken, singed and bloody.

Then, he lifts his head.

It is early spring now, not September, and he is in an achingly familiar landscape, unlike and in continental Europe. He picks up his crossbow and gets to his feet.

His bones are whole, and his face no longer raw from the fire. His hair is there again, and the soot and dried blood starts crumbling and flaking. Everything hurts, but Urquhart has learned to ignore that.

In the early evening light, he can see buildings that look welcoming, perhaps an inn? He walks towards it, opens the door and slips inside. It is an inn, and Urquhart does have money -- all the money from his last contract that went so horribly wrong.

There is a roaring fire, and many patrons, and a bar, and food and drink. But at first, Urquhart stays by the back door and observes, to find out where he has ended up, and perhaps why, and then act accordingly.

He realizes he must look awful.-

[[OOC: No, I'm not rebooting Urquhart -- he'll remember everything from his first death to sitting in Teja's forge shortly before the allpocalypse (but not being killed) as soon as somebody or something sets off an episode of his PTSD -- so never worry and/or use the chance of an oblivious Urq to do something outrageous... That happened in the Guppy thread - which is therefore millitimed AFTER all the other threads, in which he still is oblivious.]]

golden_lyre

Orpheus has decided that, given the current instability of the bar, it's best if he stays here until whatever doom is coming actually arrives. He really doesn't want to lose access to the place.

So he's at a booth that is still in reasonably good condition, watching chaos mount with appropriate musical accompaniment.

Posner isn't quite sure what to make of all the changes. He's currently arguing with a waitrat over why he can't seem to get a proper cup of tea. He doesn't want to be a bother, though, so he finally gives up with a faint sigh.

"No, it's fine. I'll manage."

After having made sure that he could still make it to his cabin, Lorne decided to come back into the bar just to make sure there wasn't anything he could be doing to help with all the mess. Or just to be on hand in case something ugly happened.

It's his experience that weird shit like this usually precedes something ugly.

Teyla had brought Torren in for a break from the city, hoping the change of scenery might be a welcome distraction for them both. Unfortunately, Torren is now of an age where he delights in wandering off and hiding under anything at once convenient. Teyla is seriously considering making Rodney pay for having taught him the concept of hide and seek.

At the moment, he's decided an occupied table is the best thing to conceal himself under, and Teyla is attempting to discover which table he's decided to use.

Alcide hasn't been coming here often enough yet to be at all immune to the strangeness that is Milliways, so he's looking rather concerned as he steps into the bar, looking around warily.

"This place just keeps gettin' weirder and weirder.

As things have been getting more and more complicated in Wonderland since the arrival of that Oyster (not the Alice, but an Alice), Hatter is well satisfied to find himself in this strange, little watering hole once again. Even if it is a bit of a shambles at the moment.

Having tried and failed to get a plate of muffins to go with his tea, and having been given a pizza (something he is entirely unfamiliar with) and a tall glass of milk instead, he's going to find a good spot to sit and watch the end of the end of the universe from. He's always been good at spectator sports.

Bertie hasn't been here in, oh...simply ages. And he doesn't seem to think much amiss with the current state of the bar.

"Here again, is it? Are we having a party?"

[ooc: Multi-pup post! Tag one, tag all! This is a last shebang for some of these who won't be coming along in the move. I may be a bit slow, but I will try to get back to tags as soon as I can manage.]

pushtheboatout

There have been previous Valentine's Days, and Dakin has given perfunctory boxes of chocolates and the occasional carnation.

Like everything involving Posner, this feels different. Not just because there's strange things afoot in Milliways Bar, including the eerie red sky; and not just because the perpetual happy hour has taken on a hearts-and-flowers tinge (to the point that Dakin expects paper hearts and flowers to appear on the Bar like his favorite chips shop); but that the day has ... meaning.

Ever since Posner mentioned the holiday was approaching at the end of the universe (and ow, time is confusing) Dakin's been making a plan. It's involved listening to his cassettes over and over, writing lists and re-ordering them and crossing them out and starting over. He was up half the night to finally get the tape made.

Here he is in a booth, waiting for Pos. The red shirt is on purpose, and not just because he knows he looks good in this color. He's got his headphones on and his Walkman playing, to listen to the tape one more time.

thefirststark.livejournal.com

Time for a bit of quiet time, away from the base and the war. Sort of. The book Howard is reading is an account of the aerial part of the Battle of France. By a man of some reputation as a flier as well as a writer, a man Howard admires. It's quite a gripping book.

But not so much so that Howard won't say hello.

[ooc: mun needs sleep - will resume in slowtime when awake.]

smallgayjew

It seems to Posner like the time between getting his Oxford letter and the beginning of his first term there is going to drag on forever. It doesn't help that he has very little to occupy his time with other than work or that his mum has taken to calling him in to help her with anything she can.

He's rather glad Milliways has shown up today to rescue him from another day spent cleaning out the cupboard under the stairs.

Thus it is that he's a little dusty when he comes into the bar today and carrying a box of quite old books, most of which are not in English or any other language that Posner actually speaks fluently. He takes them to a table nearish the fire and starts sorting through them.

honourbyname

It isn't actually Christmas back home, but Albus has been in and out of Milliways often enough that it'd be odd not to leave a little something for his friends here.

So.

For: David Posner, Karkat Vantas, Alex Rider, Kate Barlow, the lady Viola, Lily Evans, William Evans, and (because he could never leave him out, considering) Scorpius Malfoy --

Gifts and greetings await.