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Willow Creek, Montana Territory - Spring 1897

Tonight, when the Front Door opens, patrons who are sitting close enough to catch a glimpse through the opening might be able to hear the quiet sounds of a river running in the distance, or smell the crisp air that comes with the late-afternoon breeze over a mountain meadow, blades of fresh sweetgrass and clover just coming back to life after a long winter's sleep beneath the earth.

The man who walks through the Door may be a familiar face to some. Although, his physical appearance has aged some - nearly eleven years - since he was here last. His hair is shorter, with flecks of grey peppering his temples and the scruff of a two-day beard covering his chin. There are creases around the corners of his eyes that weren't there eleven years ago, and he walks with a confidence and an experience that only comes after a decade of hard work and honest living. He's dressed similarly as one might remember or expect. His duster hangs off his frame - he's stronger than he was a decade ago, built better - and there's damp soil sticking to the soles of his boots. A pistol rests on his hip beneath his coat, and his hat is worn and dusty from an afternoon riding back from town.

Doc makes it two steps into the Bar before he realizes just exactly where he is.

(For a brief moment, he wonders if he's dead. He's not, but the thought crosses his mind.)

To his credit, he maintains only a mildly shell-shocked expression on his face as he takes a few more steps out of the entryway.

The Door clicks shut behind him.

He doesn't look back over his shoulder at it. Right now he doesn't give a damn if it's there or not.

He's here.
He's in the Bar.

He doesn't recall crossing through the room and approaching the counter, when he reaches it, a glass of bourbon - top shelf, the good stuff materializes. Along with a note: It's been quite some time, Josiah.

"...yes, Darlin'. Yes it has been."

OOC: So, with the Equinox, and spring arriving once again, and the mun behind the pup getting her life back in some semblance of order - it has been a LONG decade, y'all - I think maybe, just maybe, I might have my brain back enough to try this again. I figured that the easiest way to do that would be to jump Doc forward roughly the same amount of time. (He's roughly pushing 40, but he's been doing well out on "his side" of the Door.) He may need refreshers on his relationship with your pup, if they've met before - because I honestly probably need a refresher, too. I'm SYNCHRONICITY2 - Ali (she/her)#8844 on Discord/Crackchat. Ping me or message the journal if you've got any questions.

Open to all takers. I'm slower than I used to be and I'll probably need to take some breaks. But I'm glad to be here. I've missed you folks.

Open to new tags until it scrolls.

wheatencrown

Spring came early this year and Demeter pushes open the door with her back as she enters with her arms full of blooming forsythia. When she sees Milliways, she smiles and at the counter gets a tall vase to put the yellow stalks into.

Then she gets herself some wine and bread and olive oil, she won't stay long as Kore's home but she always enjoys a pause in Milliways.

skyhigh_seance

Klaus has decided that his nails need doing. Like, desperately. So that's why there's a scrawny-ass junkie dude in a neon wife-beater and leather pants, both shoes off, sitting on one of the tables, directly in the center of what might be Bar's entire supply of polish, along with an array of brushes, pads, acetone... and a mixed drink.

One hopes desperately that he doesn't mix up those last two.

Currently he's trying to decide if he should just do a classic cherry red, or something more fun like this one that changes colors, or just own it with that tangerine orange one? So many choices.

wheatencrown

Demeter's been planting and weeding and opens the Front Door while looking for a favorite rake. She stops then nods, its been a while since she's had a door but could use a break. Her feet are muddy as is the lower hem of her green dress, this has been a rainy Spring.

She finds a comfortable seat near the fire before ordering a glass of wine and a plate of bread, olive oil and a few dips. Then begins reading through a plant catalog that she asked the rat to give her along with her food.

wheatencrown

Fall has arrived and Demeter has said goodbye to her daughter. The ground is cold under her feet when the door of their home opens to Milliways. She'll spend some time here before beginning her walk.

Her dark shawl is pulled tight around her as she orders a tea and warm bread and jam to keep her warm. Once she has her food, she goes to sit by the fire, her bare feet curled under her as she watches Milliways.

wheatencrown

Demeter's been enjoying a beautiful party on the longest night of the year and enters in a green silk dress and muddy feet with a bottle of rose and a glass in hand. When she finds Milliways, she smiles and walks through the main Bar and out onto the patio to watch the fading sky.

Once darkness truly falls, she comes inside and sits at a table with a bread, olive oil and various dips to watch Milliways pass by.

(OOC: Find her inside or outside. Apologies for slows, family visit and getting over being sick but still around.)

wheatencrown

Spring has returned and brought with it Demeter's daughter, rain and a growing world. The front door opens onto a green garden and Demeter beams at Milliways. At the counter along with her glass of wine, she gets an invitation to bartend and she laughs and goes out her door before returning with a full basket of delicious smelling food. Then she goes behind the counter to set everything.

Happy Spring!
Wine-red, white, retsina, rose
Beer
Ouzo, whiskey
Breads-Olive with kalamata, my own recipe of white bread
Olives and olive oil from my groves, taramasalata, hummus, tzatziki
Loukoumades with honey and cinnamon or chocolate sauce, fried to order, yogurt cake
To welcome spring, if you would like a seedling of any sort, I have many varieties.

Then she refills her wineglass, makes herself a plate of food and looks to see which faces she knows.

OOC: I wanted to give her a Spring Happy Hour, links to Greek recipes. Open into the weekend.

wheatencrown

Demeter doesn't like winter, but she does enjoy a good fire. Her travels this year are feeling colder than normal, Milliways is a respite of sorts from not being able to help enough. Also here she can find drinks that aren't easy to find elsewhere.

She's tucked up on a couch sipping a potent hot toddy and looking for familiar faces. In front of her she has some freshly made tiropita that she's eating, Bar makes it almost as well as Demeter's recipe.

is_the_motion

Outside on the grass, from the Scout Hut towards the beach, there is bunting and fairy lights and a large banner.

MILLIWAYS THIRD COUNTY FAIR

The fair is here for the whole week, and there's something for everyone, so come along and join us!

[ooc: OPEN TO ALL!
Threadhopping encouraged!

For further details, this post, and this post.

Horticultural show entries are now CLOSED.
Sports threads are now CLOSED.
Stalls/other are OPEN]

idontneedluck

Spring is in the air at Milliways. Literally, if you are allergy prone. Flowers are in bloom, the grass is green, the mud is everywhere, and the demon bunnies are busy ensuring the next generation will be a large one.

In the midst of all of this, smoke wafts across the landscape - bitter with the scent of burning flesh and mechanics, mixed with the salt air of the sea and the scent of sun-baked sand.

Somewhere in the smoke, somehow, between one cloudy drift and another, someone appears sprawled on the grass. A thin man, bloodied and marked with blaster char. A man who, for once in his life, is completely and utterly bewildered. As he lies there, the injuries he came with fade, ghosting away as if they never were.

This new addition to Milliways doesn't have much time to consider his new and much muddier lot in life before he is joined, at not so far a distance, by a second man. A mountain of a man, armored and scarred, the last remnants of the sand from a past life whipping past and disappearing into the grass.

(Tiny tags: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus, Anakin Solo)

(OOC: The boys are going to be investigating the Bar, so feel free to find them there (covered in mud) or out back (also muddy).)

(OOC: Alright my lovelies, we're going into slowtime - new pups are still welcome, and while play may be sporadic tomorrow we'll both be back tomorrow night. May the Force of others be with you.)

mjolnir_retriever

( Thor has been feeling steadily more ill. )

Kevin jogs downstairs. He's found himself a plaid shirt and skinny tie and tight jeans somewhere. His hair has grown -- which is weird -- but he's decided he rather likes the resultant ability to pull off a man-bun.

"Remodeling," he says to the room, with only mild bemusement. "Nice."

But oh man, there's a bar here, and there's no one behind it. Right, no worries. He knows what to do!

You'll find Kevin sitting behind the bar in perfect comfort, ignoring all passersby unless directly addressed, leafing through a magazine. There's a Welcome To Milliways pamphlet at his elbow, thrown carelessly on top of the office-style phone that's also appeared there, and a pair of glasses frames on his face.

Up on the Specials board, it says simply:

Drinks

visible_sariel

At some point over local Christmas, the door went briefly swish-y. Twice. There were then a handful of gifts left with Bar.

The gift giver of an ensign will be back, say true. At least, she will if her door ever decides to stay stable for more than ten minutes at a time...!

alec_swamp

If the strange plant-face of the Swamp Thing can look worried, than today it looks worried. And with reason. Alec cannot find Abby Arcane, former lover and current Avatar of the Rot. Which, as far as he is concerned, is impossible. As an Avatar, he has both resources and connections to the "supernatural" world. And yet...she is gone.

He stares out the observation window. The demise of the universe, even if it sort of reminds him of the Rot, is oddly calming.

wheatencrown

Summer thunderstorms bring rain and Demeter enters with her feet muddy and her hair and dress wet. They're one of the few things that her brother Zeus ever got right.

When she sees Milliways, she smiles as its been too long before leaving a trail of muddy footprints to the outside. The storm doesn't follow her but as she sits in the garden in the fading light, there are a few more clouds on the horizon.

faithful_lt

After so long, after the devastation of finding the ruined Earth, they'd once again had hope, of a sort.

Until it all fell apart. Again.

President Roslin had collapsed almost at the same moment that Galactica rocked with an explosion against the ship's hull. The deliberate close-proximity jump Boomer had made with her stolen Raptor during the kidnapping of Hera Agathon had damaged Galactica beyond repair. There had been no other choice, really, but to begin decommissioning her for parts now, before those last few planned jumps; with the President in sickbay, there's no chance to try an evacuation, not now. Fleet command will be transferred to the Cylon Baseship, and that soon.

Hoshi's still reeling from it all. When the Admiral's call had gone out, and they had all gathered in the bay to hear him speak, he hadn't been sure what he would do at first - but it didn't take long to make up his mind. He'd had to volunteer for the mission, no matter the risk; for Helo's sake, for Hera's, for all the many reasons... it was the right thing. He had to.

But as it turned out, Admiral Adama had other ideas.

(Admiral of the Fleet. Oh, gods.)

When Louis Hoshi steps through the door into Milliways, he's pale as death, but determined. Hard though it may be, his duty is clear, and there's no question in his mind.

He won't abandon his post. No matter the cost.

[ooc: open until it scrolls.]

i_am_your_host

The door opens to a cacophony of laughter and music. And in steps someone who, by Milliways's calendar, hasn't been here for a few months.

"Scheiße," whispers the Master of Ceremonies.

The greater part of a year has actually passed on his side of the door, but somehow, time and space have aligned themselves to this very moment.

It's New Year's Eve.

Eyes wide with shock, he seems stuck on the threshold. And then suddenly, his lips split in a grin.

Shutting the door behind him (and not noticing that it disappears...), he makes a beeline for the Bar, his arms laden with two bottles of champagne and a large box of chocolates.

There's also a silver sequined top hat on his head.

After a quiet but giddy reunion with Madame Bar, he works quickly and orders several plates piled high with food: mini Black Forest cupcakes, made with and without liquor, clearly noted; mini apple strudel turnovers dusted with powdered sugar; crackers with a selection of European cheeses, stinky but tasty; fresh pineapple wedges, because who doesn't love fresh pineapple?; thickly cut Belgian fries with an array of sauces ranging from chutney mayonnaise to chipotle mango to honey barbecue to melted cheddar (there is no ketchup); mini potato-and-onion latkes with apple sauce and sour cream for dipping; mini Swedish meatballs with lingonberry preserves; and mini bratwurst sausages with mustard and relish on the side, plus sauerkraut for the adventurous. There isn't anything you can't eat with your fingers, forks, or toothpicks -- and Bar also provides the latter two, along with stacks of small plates and napkins. The buffet takes up almost an entire half of the countertop when everything appears, and Emcee adds a plate, piling the assorted chocolates, filled with cherry liqueur, almonds, and caramel, onto it.

Then he requests...music. Well, there has to be music for there to be dancing! So Bar lends him a small electronic device. He's seen it before. It's one of those pocket phones that everyone has in the future. It's already loaded with songs that he enjoys, might enjoy, and will enjoy, and after he figures out what to swipe and tap, a bouncy Louis Armstrong number blares over the sound system.

What else, what else, what else...

Emcee abruptly flings off his leather coat. He's shirtless but for a black pinstriped waistcoat left unbuttoned. His slim black trousers are cut off below the knee and held up with suspenders (boytoy lederhosen style), revealing strappy sock garters and his usual beat-up combat boots. A silver bow tie, no collar, is tied around his neck. His eye makeup and nail polish are silver, too.

(There's a moment's hesitation before he strips his left forearm of the white handkerchief bound around it and stuffs it into his pocket.

He bids Madame Bar a lovely nap, and holding onto his top hat, he vaults over her to get to the specials board.

NEW YEAR'S EVE HAPPY HOUR
Now Until Midnight!

Everything ON the bar is FREE (while it lasts)
Everything BEHIND the bar is regular price

(Non-alcoholic drinks FREE as well)

STAY FOR THE ALL-NITE DANCE PARTY

After plunging the champagne bottles that he'd brought with him into an ice bucket, he sets up several champagne flutes and hops up to sit on the bartop. (Free, after all.)

"Come and get it, darlings!" he calls out merrily, popping the cork on one of the bottles.

[OOC: Millitimed to a couple of hours before midnight. Party tagging applies. Open forever! New tags always welcome!]

visible_sariel

At some point during the twenty-fourth of local December, Sariel deposits a number of gifts with Bar. There's also a moment of quiet conversation after the packages vanish, but that could very well have something to do with gifts too, considering the minor flicker the tab board just went through.

((OOC: This post is open to reactions. My previous one is still open to threads. I needed to get this up as I'm elsewhere for RL holidayness from tomorrow morning.))

wheatencrown

Upstairs OOM: When Jay is full of lust, Demeter sates him.

(OOC: Contains sex and a desire for too much sex brought on by vampire blood.)

veryvorkosigan

She's spoken to Gregor about her conversation with President Roslin, and she's had a few quiet words with the Viceroy on Sergyar, and she's generally done about as much as she can at this point. But she hasn't seen Roslin, or anyone else from the Colonial Fleet, since then. And from here, all she can do is hope that's because of time differences between here and home, and not because they've run into trouble they couldn't get out of. Hope, and keep looking for them.

So Cordelia's approaching the bar, with the intention of ordering a snack and a drink and finding a place to sit and people-watch for a while.

(She'll happily talk to you even if you aren't from the Colonial Fleet.)

freedom_is_grey

There's something to be said for down time, quiet time, moments when the rush of battle eases and a person can catch their breath.

And, of course, complete one of the myriad chores that need to be done but aren't as urgent as defending a city.

These things include darning socks and stockings.

Which is what Ysalwen is up to, on the couch in front of the fire. Liranan is situated in guard position next to her, ears pricked, carriage upright, and attention very firmly fixed on the rest of the room.

Working dogs, what are you going to do?

wheatencrown

Spring has arrived, Kore has returned and the tourists are beginning to arrive. Demeter has been out helping at the local market and smiles when she realizes she's in Milliways.

She orders a bottle of white wine and then goes to sit out by the garden with wine and the bread and oil she picked up at the market. This is looking like it might be a good season after too many hard ones.

tire_moi_mes_bottes

Milliways is filled with wonders, a near-infinity of unknown persons and objects and ideas.

For instance, pencils with erasers at the end. And once you have pencils with erasers at the end, you're bound to discover pencil games. So Laigle is perched at the bar with a thick book, at which he's frowning mock-fiercely while he makes and erases marks.

He's eminently interruptible: he's got a bottle of wine and a glass at his elbow, as well as a potted plant, which he occasionally sprinkles with a few drops from his wineglass.

((OOM link: Bossuet and Joly explore.))

guppy_sandhu

It's a good day today.

"Surprised they didn't start changing you rent, kiddo." Guppy is saying softly to the very small person he's lugging in in a baby carrier.

He sets the baby carrier down, and lifts little Gilbert out into his arms. The two months in hospital and his operation have at least resulted in Gilbert looking about the size of a small newborn. He adjusts the baby's tiny hat, then gets out a bottle to coax him into a feed.

never_shall_yield

Javert enters, glances around and nods. There's a dusty air to him, as though he's been walking on dry roads for a while. The space behind him shows blue sky, a few small shacks, and fields that go on forever. Heat too; a great roll of it that follows on his heels and lingers for a few moments after he has shut the door.

He gets a glass of water from the bar, drains it, and then retires to the outside. Stables first, to check the horses - the young one, and the one he will take with him if he can. Then to the building site, because it has been on his mind and he must continue with all haste.

He stops when he gets there, though. There is wheat growing at the edges of the walls. That is not good; he does not want anything to dig down and undermine the foundations. So he scowls and yanks it out, telling himself to be more careful about the seeds he trails with him from the farm. That done, he sets to work. Mortar, then walls. When he runs out of bricks, more bricks. When he runs out of light, there is a roof to design.

He'll be in the bar later, drawing roof beams and vaulted ceilings, a book in front of him to tell him what he needs to do. Supper, needless to say, lies ignored.

[OOC: Unexpected couple of days off, so I couldn't resist an EP. I'll be here for the next twelve hours, and can play up to Sunday evening for slowtimes. Miss all your faaaaaces. D:]

street_sparrow

Lady Demeter,

I wanted to explain - I don't care about the church for itself, but I do care about the wellbeing of its builder. Please don't do anything to it unless Security say it has to be done.

Gavroche