milliways_bar | Entries tagged with dominic deegan

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Dominic Deegan came to Milliways.

At least, in Milliways time it's been a while. In Dominic's world it's only been a couple of days.

To him, it feels like much, much longer.

Hundreds are dead, his brother has been stripped of his magic, and there's a monster beyond human comprehension trying to enter his world.

He seriously needs a drink.

notapoodle.livejournal.com

The teen at the bar currently struggling through a pile of homework could actually do with the distraction from algebra. What he's not quite expecting is a note from Bar to pop up by his elbow. "Should I even be allowed behind the bar at my age..?" Another note appearing gets the teen grinning brightly as he gathers up his books. As if this drama kid has any issues with entertaining the masses. "Alright, babe, just give me a minute."

Not long after, he's sliding back into bar, decked out in a white and pink tuxedo (sequins and all), perfectly styled blonde hair, and quickly setting up for happy hour. An area of the bar's surface is soon covered in layers of pink glitter, and the sign for specials is given a similar treatment.

Pink Drink Specials
Virgin Pink Pussycat
Mock Pink Champagne
Pink Flamingo
Shirley Temple
Strawberry Milkshake
No alcohol served. Half price on all specials. Wear pink and get your first drink free.

"Think pink for a free drink, everyone. Happy Hour is up!" So sayeth the beaming teen, already sipping at a pink milkshake through an equally pink straw.

( ooc: And bartending is up for ever and a bit. Muns first time, so be gentle.
Aaand mun must finally go sleep. Slowtimes across the shop, and new threads welcome if wanted. )

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Ellen's finished up with Mikey's drywall project, at least as far as she's able, and left him a note to that effect. She's also completed her other projects, for the most part, and so when she comes downstairs today she has several bundles with her. "I'm told that objects can be deposited here for their owners to claim," she says. "These are for Mr. Rogers-"

That would be several sets of carefully mended buckskin trousers.

"And this is for Mr. Lukacs," she adds, setting the shirt he'd wanted down. "If the system could route them to their- oh."

The 'system' is pretty quick on the uptake. The clothing is gone almost immediately, replaced by a note indicating the payoff of a good $2000 on her tab (which she's kept as low as possible regardless) and a small bag of flattened bottlecaps.

"... I really have to thank Mr. Rogers," Ellen says. "And everyone else. Could I requisition something to write on, please? Oh- and a few days' rations and two bottles of purified water?"

Once she has the pen and pad of paper, she's going to sit down and write out thank-you notes to her customers, and then she's going to take her loaded laundry knapsack and pistol and head back out into the Wastes. Megaton isn't getting any closer.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Susan Foreman]

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Here's a face that hasn't been seen in Milliways for quite some time.

It hasn't been seen smiling in Milliways for a lot longer than that.

Dominic Deegan is seated at the Bar with a fruity tropical drink in hand and a bulging bag full of souvenirs from his summer-long world cruise at his side. Come say 'hello,' won't you?

thecommoner

Haruhi comes in and takes over a booth to study.

The first day at Ouran High School has taken a very heavy toll. The feminine traces once there have vanished completely into messy, shaggy short hair, wide glasses and an untucked undershirt, sweater, pants combo one would not put on the little boy cousin they hated.

Haruhi doesn't seem to have noticed.

She orders a water and begins reading the text book in her lap.

[Note: Haruhi now has the appearance of an unkempt, waifish, teenage boy. In cases of very perceptive people, her face and body haven't changed at all only her hair and style. Open to all. Car keys bait to Dominic Deegan and Libby O'Dell, indefinitely open to these two. Slowtimes are love.

Tiny tags: Haruhi Fujioka]

coconutextract.livejournal.com

The blonde who flounces into the bar - flounces would be as good a word as any to describe the way in which she throws herself into a chair, glaring at nothing in particular - is, in a word, annoyed.

"Can I have a drink, Bar? Please?" she asks, trying to throw a little extra affection into her voice on the hopes that she'll get something good.

But it seems Bar remembers her last drunken trip down memory lane, so what she receives is instead pink and pretty and girly. She sips it anyway, because everyone's got to start somewhere, and at least her drink has a little umbrella in it.

Anyone who dares to get close can try and cheer her up; efforts would be most appreciated.

[thread's open pretty much forever.]

[tiny!tag: barney calhoun]

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Dominic's case of Seer's Shroud is finally gone. Time to go back to Luna and the airship cruise.

But first, something needs to be taken care of. The seer approaches the Bar with a sheet of paper in hand.

( for Gordon Freeman )

With that, he limps out the Door.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

The good news is, Dominic's vision is coming back.

The bad news is, it's not coming back nearly fast enough for his liking. All he can see right now are vague blurs of dark and not-so-dark. It's an ordeal just to navigate the main bar area, so he settles into the table closest to the stairs and orders breakfast from the waitrat that just brushed past his ankle.

(At least, he hopes that was a waitrat.)

acts_of_gord

If Gordon had had his way, he and Barney would have been trading off door-watching shifts on a schedule that involved nine or ten hours of sleep for Barney and three for Gordon. Possibly less. It's been a long time since he looked forward to sleeping; it seldom ends well these days. On the other hand, avoiding sleep requires cooperation of both mind and body, and when the body is exhausted it gets the liberum veto.

Barney's getting his chance to sleep now. Gordon's sticking to door duty as hard as he can. And, for the sake of explaining things to Barney- and anyone else who was in City 17- the first chance he gets, attempting to compile a series of drawings that approximately render the events in the Citadel with some kind of accuracy.

It's not going all that well. He's a great draughtsman, but a terrible artist.

He's considering switching to stick figures.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

churchofthefsm.livejournal.com

Lo! Today is the holiest of holy days for the Flying Spaghetti Monster! It is Talk Like A Pirate Day! Therefore, he is in a fantastic mood.

"Ahoy me mateys! It is I, The Flying Spaghetti Monster! For the nest hour, all rum drinks and grog are on me!" he bellows, while sitting on a barstool. He toasts the room with his rum and coke, while wearing a multi-colored Hawaiian print shirt, khakis, and some incredibly ratty sandals. Presumably, some appreciative members of the crowd bellow their thanks. Others probably bury their heads in their hands.

Regardless of their level of thanks, the FSM beams at those nearby.

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

A one-legged seer with a brand new wooden prosthetic limps into the Bar. And almost falls flat on his face as he suddenly loses depth perception.

"What the--?!" Dominic staggers and grabs onto the nearest chair for support. With his free hand, he fingers the eyepatch that appeared on his face without warning. It doesn't seem inclined to come off.

"You have got to be kidding me."

[tinytag: Lilo Pelekai]

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Dominic Deegan is seated in one of the comfy chairs near the fireplace.

He's got an odd little smile on his face and a travel brochure clutched in his hand.

Botherable.

jv-034.livejournal.com

John's decided that it's now or never with regard to the tutor bit. So, he's at a table adjacent to the bar, holding a sign above it with telekinesis, right arm extended, and hand giving off a slight blue aura. It's a rather catching effect, the fluctuating blue and pale gold lights dancing along the edge of the sign, which reads:

Looking for Psychics and Telekinetics!

[[Post open all week! Feel free to tag!]]

[Tiny TK Tag: Dr. John Vattic]

a1enzo

In Enzo's defence, the pink thing at the end of the Bar has been inert lately. He really didn't think it a problem to go to that end for an order of chips.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He realizes his mistake as the music begins and he starts dancing involuntarily.

Thank goodness he hadn't picked up the chips yet.

[Uh-oh, the Karaoke Machine's on! Watch the ~~horror~~fun, or get ensnared yourself!]

Current Music: Click the link. You know you want to.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray, Jhalak, and a bunch of scientists meet with the Lemurians off the coast of Oregon.

The Lemurians have much, MUCH more important news than previously thought.]

When Ray opens the door, he has a laptop computer under one arm and a five-armed alien on his opposite shoulder. "Has anyone seen Agent K or Agent Zed?" he says to no one in particular. "The Lemurians say we've got a sleeper..."

He doesn't wait for an answer, but heads for the Bar. He needs some of that green stuff, or possibly the quantum blue. Jhalak is getting all the kiwifruit and carambolas it can possibly eat.

[OOC: Warning for probable slowtime, but I'll tag whenever I can!]
[tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok]

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Ever since the snuggling wore off, Dominic has been avoiding Milliways.

Today, however, is a special case. Mostly because he just made a fool of himself in front of most of his hometown, and wants to have a drink in a place were everyone and their dog doesn't already know about it.

Does anyone dare to poke the seer who seems to be attempting to drown himself in cheap vodka?

[tinytag: Lilith Iyapo]

gorgonfondness

There is a Guildmaster in the bar.

She has a cup of tea, the pot nearby and steaming.

The sugar has long since dissolved, yet she keeps stirring. Looking down at the cup, but not focused on it nor the tea nor the spoon.

She's late.

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Dominic's good mood has yet to fade in the slightest, as evidenced by his current activities.

I'll bet you didn't know a guy with one leg could tap-dance, did you?

[tinytag: snuggle plot]

gone_byebye

[OOC: On his way to meet the representatives of the Great Lemurian Empire, Ray stops in Boise, Idaho for the night. There's more to Idaho than potatoes, though.

There's potentially haunted strip clubs, too.]

The door opens on a classically bedraggled Ray. He did try to dress respectably this morning, with a suit and a button-down shirt and all, but there are issues with looking respectable when you are actively covered in slime by the long-dead spirits of extremely irritated Methodist missionaries. Also when you have a small wiggly five-armed alien on your shoulder. "Bar," he says, "I'm going to need a glass of the green stuff and a bottle of Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap, please. And a pile of kiwifruits the size of my head, if you don't mind."

Bar obliges.

"Thank you," Ray says, and heads for a table.

[tinytag: Long-Reach the Jotok]

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

Dominic was having a very bad month.

'Was' being the operative word.

Ever since his drink earlier today, he's been feeling unaccountably cheerful. Elated, even.

The usually grumpy seer is tapping his foot in a cheerful rhythm and nodding to an inaudible beat. He's even humming.

[tinytag: Snuggleplot]

snugglesoft

There is a small, cuddly, soft two-foot tall teddy bear wandering the bar today. He's cheerful and smiling and accompanied by the smell of freshly laundered clothes.

He might be looking for something. He might just be wandering aimlessly. It's kind of hard to tell, with teddy bears.

[OOC: If all your character needs/wants is a "drive-by" hug from Snuggle (like this one), this is the post to tag. I'll pick them up as I can, but feel free to assume you've been hugged once you've tagged. The bear will be around later for a proper EP. Thanks, y'all!]

[tiny tags: eirene, snuggle bear, snuggle plot]

gorgonfondness

Mia is in the bar, though only for a brief time.

It's her favorite git's birthday and she's finishing some last minute details. Making sure the basket is packed, adding whatever last minute touches his garden needs, and asking Miss Bar for a special this or that for fun.

If anyone has a present for Draco, his wife would be more than happy to bring it to him.

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: Puck was not having a good day even before he ran into River, which doesn't exactly help things given that they determine he's going into labor. Lilly and Havelock are fetched, and our heroes prepare to make with the baby-making!

... Things don't exactly go smooth.

Warning: Threads contain live births, drugging of loved ones, psychedelic glamors, uncooperative elevators, gratuitous cookie-flinging, several incarnations of Jesus, heckling, mockery, fainting spells, and declarations of love. Proceed at own risk.]

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

[ooc: And I have handwaved canon yet again for the sake of getting Dominic's ass back into Milliways. Sorry, guys.]

Those seated near the Door hear a faint hum which rapidly increases in volume. The air a few feet in from the Door flickers, ripples, and opens like an enormous eyelid. Through the opening can be seen a bed with a dingy blanket, a small well-worn dresser, and a one-legged man with a book.

The man hobbles through the opening, which closes again behind him, and sags into the nearest chair.

It's been a long week.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]