milliways_bar | Entries tagged with del

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: In case you were wondering.

During his accidental tour of Underhill, Puck runs into a particular acquaintance of his.

He definitely gets laid, but does he get lucky?

ONLY TIME WILL TELL.]

pirate_jack

[OOM: Meanwhile, Jack Sparrow's been keeping himself busy.]

(Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.)

pirate_jack

He hasn't been back on shore in the days since encountering a new arrival. If anyone asked, Jack wouldn't say he was sulking, either. Brooding, maybe.

The food stores ran low yesterday. (At least there's still plenty of rum.) As a result, Gibbs had gone ashore... and still hasn't returned. Jack's deeply certain that's not good -- not good at all.

As a result of all these ensuing complications, the Black Pearl's captain is currently pacing the deck, muttering to himself. From time to time, Jack Sparrow casts a wary, thoughtful glance toward land.

will_scarlett

Will and Doc enter from the back, carrying Jack Sparrow between them, he is bound with duct tape and both outlaws are grinning as they lay him down on a table ignoring all protests and bargaining.

Now the search for where best to display their prize for the most amusement, perhaps tied to a rafter.

The two outlaws are welcome to suggestions or just poke the pirate.

(OOC:Three pups, three muns, Jack's trussed, Will and Doc are grinning, come and have fun!)

stilljustandrew

*The front door opens, and in comes Andrew. He glances around the room, and apparently doesn't see whoever it is he was looking for.*

*A quiet word to Bar later, he's sitting at a corner table with an oversized mug of hot cocoa with little marshmallows floating in it.*

gabriel_tam

He'd thought that the IIGA would be met with resistance, and planned for it, but even Gabriel hadn't expected quite the level of furor that's arisen.

When he comes into the bar tonight, there's a nervous energy about him, born of the last several days of frenetic activity. Gabriel heads for the bar and requests,

"Whiskey, two fingers, neat, if you please."

He's given both his drink and a note. After reading it, Gabriel sets the drink down and says quietly,

"Never mind. If you could make that black coffee instead-- and if I could get some digital paper and an electronic stylus, as well as traditional paper and pen?"

The requested items appear, and he gives a small nod of thanks to Bar.

"Xièxie nĭ."

He takes everything to a corner booth, where he pulls out his datapad and sets about making a digital copy of the requested documents for Mal Reynolds.

silver_flecks

The thing is.

The thing is.

The ThInG is, Derry--

Has suddenly decided she's afraid of puppets.

Kids. What can you do?

Well, if you're an Endless, you can cease and desist, and put the bar back to flesh and blood (or pixels, or other materials as they apply).

And maybe giggle a little and plan to try this again later.

If Derry's not afraid.

silver_flecks

Someone's

BoReD.

Nothing happens. Nothing. Nothing.

Well, things. But they're things and.

Someone's bored.

And then there's a

GiGgLe

that pierces the air.

And a few things shift.

Just for a few people.

[ooc: And puppet plot is started.]

river_meimei

There are points in the rafters where two beams cross. Some of those points intersect with vertical supports; others don't, providing a broader flat surface at the junction.

A laptop is balanced on one. Early 21st century model, sleek and advanced for its time; a knowledgeable eye, given a close look at the specs, might notice that a few components look suspiciously... well, alien. And that a simple laptop probably shouldn't be capable of quite so many things.

River is reading something on it.

She's a huddle inside her long brown coat; her face is pale and tear-splotched, with dark circles under her narrowed eyes, and hot slow tears spill down her cheeks. But she doesn't move, except to scroll down, and she doesn't look away.

pirate_jack

[OOM: In which the sending for the Master Shark has an unexpected effect on Jack Sparrow.]

The lake door bangs open and shut. Bottle of rum already in hand, Jack stalks across the room and drops into a seat in one of the corner booths.

He still hasn't slept, and looks slightly more disheveled than usual. He also has the look of a man who's seen hell and intends to wash the image away with drink.

Starting now.

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

She was ready to go and seek humans. She was. She was ready to seek other humans.

Not quite this fast, not nearly this many. Golden eyes flinch from the light, pale limbs cringe from the noise, and only the questioning noise from the long-legged, long-furred hound combined with the sight of the land outside the door causes her to move.

She flees from the front door and out the back without ever testing the wall behind her, or managing to acknowledge anyone she may have run over in her wild flight.

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Each Christmas, Dream offers a gift.

This year, upon awakening, each person who has been or is within Milliways will get a book. It is written in a language or form that they can use. The book contains a story, appropriate to the cover which graces it.

Each time the story is read through, the cover changes.

Dream has crafted the stories.

Del made the covers.

prydeful

[OOM: Good news doesn't make it better, always, and it's a Family affair all around.]

pirate_jack

The man who walks in -- no, strides in, moving with confidence and self-assurance -- looks much, much different from the man who came in last night. It's amazing what couture can manage. In addition to much more upscale attire (names such as Armani, Cardin, and Bruno Magli come to mind for the observant), his hair has been properly styled, complete with product and arranged with artfully careless perfection. There's not a bead or a braid in sight.

Jack seems much more pleased with life today as he strolls up to Bar and says, "Darling, it's been too long. You know what I like, don't you? Venti, triple-shot, organic soy, extra-hot latte, and of course I know you won't forget the rum."

The drink appears instantly, and he runs a casual hand down the wood, almost absently, as he picks it up. "Merci. Be a dear, would you, and give me the latest journals? The Times -- Financial, New York, and London all three, I suppose, plus the Wall Street Journal and the Economist. I know the holidays are coming, but--"

Here there's a bit of a smirk.

"--business never stops. Especially in trade, and you know I'm not one to miss the opportune moment."

He takes the papers as well and settles at the nearest table, then begins to read the shipping news.

silver_flecks

Enter: One Endless.

There's a moment where she stops.

And she looks, and she looks, and she LoOKs.

"ThIs OnE Is So NoT My FaUlT. BlAmE tHe CaT." Beat. "I dOn'T eVeN lIkE cHaI."

And she's gone.

Well, for now.

Well, you know.

In so far as this particular Endless ever isn't in this place.

creator_raven

The back door opens, very deliberately.

There is a momentary pause, less hesitation than consideration.

This place is . . . new, after a fashion.

Then the door opens further and a tall, skinny man steps inside, ragged ends of his coat falling straight down behind him.

Raven is back, it would appear.

He walks over to a table, one near the corner, pulls out a chair, and sits down.

Again, deliberately.

Then he looks around him, black eyes wide and unblinking.

This will doubtless prove interesting.

For some.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Darkened booths are prime property in Milliways. Almost everyone wants one.

For Arithon, any booth can be a darkened booth. So, for that matter, can any table. He's picked one out of the way this time, anyway, because he just wants a quiet ale and to attempt to lose the headache he's had for...

...

...a while. After he killed Captain Washington.

And if the shadows are a little darker than the lights around him should allow, well. That's a perk, isn't it?

Arithon can't remember how long its been since he last touched an instrument.

silver_flecks

"WhO mE?"

Yes, you!

"CoUlDn'T bE!"

Then who?

"DuByA."

That's the trick of Endless; there's nowhere to start and there's nowhere to finish, so sometimes you get one thing, and sometimes you get another.

Sometimes you get the one you know, and sometimes you get sometimes more worn in.

And sometimes, no matter what the reasons may be, you get Del, talking to a chair.

The disturbing part is the distinct feeling you get, upon watching, that the chair's talking back.

[ooc: The mun's wrist is problematic, so expect a slight lag between tags and possible slowtime.]

e_delmar

[OOM: After one sibling comes another, and maybe if things aren't alright, they will be.]

pirate_jack

[OOM: After everything, there's a reunion of sorts at worlds' end.]

[Millitimed to August 25th.]

simon_doctor

It wasn't until Kaylee fell asleep, about half an hour ago, that Simon recognized the source of his headache as low blood sugar.

Accordingly, he's here in the bar, seated at a corner booth with a proper dinner.

He doesn't seem to have much of an appetite. It's purely psychosomatic, though, and he's firmly talking himself over it.

The chicken cutlet and wild rice on his plate are cooling slowly.

pirate_jack

[OOM: After receiving advice, direction, and an unusual gift, the Pearl sets sail to the shipwreck site where they're to find the Flying Dutchman.

Will, of course, has a plan. Jack, of course, has a different one.

Neither go quite as expected, not when Davy Jones is involved.

And someone else, as it turns out, has an opinion of her own about it all.]

[As always, Dead Man's Chest spoilers, savvy?]

river_meimei

[OOM: Yesterday was River's birthday. So the crew celebrated it during the day, with a special present from Mal, and then there was an after-dinner excursion to the parents' house for more festivities. And then, at the very end of the day, two surprise visitors of the Endless variety. Note: last OOM is still in progress.]

silver_flecks

[oom: Epilogues can last for eons. And sometimes they're as much prologue as anything else.]

pirate_jack

The front door opens wide, and a pirate strolls through.

Captain Jack Sparrow has a wicked look about him tonight, and there's a bright and mischievous gleam in his eyes. He's flipping a worry-wood casually through the fingers of his left hand as he heads straight for the Bar.

By the time he gets there, a bottle of rum is waiting for him, and Jack grins.

"It's good to see you again, too, luv."

[OOC: Plot-tagged, yes, but not plot-locked!]