milliways_bar | Entries tagged with dr. sam beckett

It had been a busy day for Al Calavicci, but a good one.

He had helped Sam save the college dreams of a teenager in the '70s; the woman would go on to become a doctor, open up an affordable clinic in her old neighborhood, and save hundreds of lives--including that of a man who would go on to national recognition in the peace movement. Goodness ripples outward to the very edges of the pond.

And then he had met up with one of his old Navy buddies; they had gone out on the town, talked about old times and traded news of some of their mutual friends. And Al had won five hundred bucks from his friend at pool--oh yeah, he's still got it.

So here he is now, cigar in hand, on his way up to the bar for a drink. Which is to say an egg cream, exactly like he used to have as a child, and exactly unlike anything he can get in New Mexico.

Botherable, if you don't mind an almost annoyingly good mood.

mr_gaeta

"...You want me to do what?"

Napkin.

"No, I can, I'm just not sure, um." A helpless glance down the length of the bar. "Nobody else here has bartending experience?"

Napkin.

Deadpan: "Good to know. Thanks."

With mild resignation, Gaeta gets up and slides behind the bar. For the first fifteen minutes, he pores over the many (many, many) bottles of alcohol to familiarize himself with their names and general locations; for the next ten, he rifles through the (thankfully much smaller) collection of mixed drink recipes under the bar.

Eventually, after reading through a small black book that looks like it hasn't been touched in a while, he chalks up the specials in neatly rounded handwriting.

HAPPY HOUR
Time Tourist
Hoopy Explorer
Tactical Air Strike

On a whim, he adds beneath that:

Tell me something interesting about Earth & drink for half price.

"Okay, uh." Gaeta rubs a hand over his hair, looking out at the room. "Happy Hour's started. What can I get for you?"

[tinytag: Ben Grimm]

[OOC: Slowtime now in effect! Mun is AFK Friday night, but will be back on Saturday to pick up all threads. Thank you, guys! :D]

leapingdoctor.livejournal.com

Oh look, Milliways! It's Saaaaaam. (Sam. You remember. The guy who winds up naked a lot? That's the one!)

Except this time, instead of Leaping in, he's entered through the door, like a normal patron. And he doesn't really look like himself. He's wearing a beige overcoat, and a hat, and he looks... Well...

He looks a lot like Humphrey Bogart, actually.

Outside, in April 14, 1953, a man who is, for all intents and purposes, Nick Allen, just stepped through the door to his office.

In Milliways, Sam is experiencing the disconcerting feeling of several holes in his swiss-cheesed memory filling in at once. He's Dr. Samual Beckett, he's in Milliways, a bar at the end of the universe, and he could use a seat.

binaried.livejournal.com

[OOM: It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you. But it was April 30, and of course it would happen as it always did.]

The door swings open to admit a tall, darkhaired man clad in purple and gray, a sword at his side and a cloak across his shoulders. He is carrying a rucksack of what appear to be traveling supplies. Clearly, from the expression on his face, the bar is not exactly where he intended to end up.

Some of the patrons might even recognize him, though it has been many weeks in Milliways time, and many years in his own. There is a controlled air about the man, the hint of a buried grief and rage when the lights catch his eyes in a certain way.

He takes a long look around, gives an exasperated sigh, orders a coffee from the counter and retreats to a table against the wall, the sack settled at his feet.

Welcome back, Merlin of Chaos.

[ooc: EP open through tomorrow morning, mun will be around off and on]

lil-green-apple.livejournal.com

At the piano, Sam Beckett is playing one of the pieces from his appearance at Carnegie Hall. At some point, he'd been tipped off about renting rooms above the bar, and is determined to enjoy his little vacation from leaping- and his less swiss-cheesed brain- for as long as Time or Fate or Whatever will let him.

Enjoying the enchanting music from afar is Pomona. She is tucked into a corner booth with an apple pie, and would- well, she would not mind certain company, but she is not really in a position to choose.

Also tucked into a booth of his own is Luke Smith. He is accompanied by a small stack of books from the Milliways library about everything from geography in parallel universes to music theory.

All are available for company.

leapingdoctor.livejournal.com

Bingo.

That's the last thing Sam remembers from before he leaped.

(Well, that and wiping out the Eastern seaboard with a hairdryer. Sort of. He remembers the hairdryer, at least, and it's the little things that count, right?)

Keeping in with the apparent sadism of Whoever's leaping him through space and time, Sam finds himself... well, lacking clothing of any kind. It's amazing how fast that boy can steal himself a tablecloth when given adequate incentive.

Where's that Fermi-Suit when you need it?

(For the record, there's always a convenient obstacle blocking off the important bits. Ah, the magic of ~~television~~ Milliways.)

Once he's got that around him, well, then he has a chance to look up, see the bar, and...

"Oh boy."

Is the universe supposed to be exploding like that?

{'Unexpected naked Sam is actually semi-expected!' - Sasha

By which the munagement means, Sam Beckett has been rebooted and tossed in from the end of "Double Identity". Feel free to poke fun at the farmboy.

EDIT: Aaaand bedtime. Slowtime is love.}

leapingdoctor.livejournal.com

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me.
Is not how de songs goes, Sam!
Sigh. Yes it is.
Two rebuilt handlinks,
And a Santa Hat on a Toki!

Sam Beckett was at one of the tables, having just finished rebuilding one handlink, the other one's signal was boosted as far as he could get it to, without rebuilding it to the size of a piano keyboard.
What he was doing so fascinated Toki, that the Rock God stopped and talked to the doctor.

When Toki moved on, it left them BOTH confused.

So Sam's reading more Arthur Conan Doyle at a table, having breakfast, and Toki's by the fireplace in his goofy hat, playing songs on his Flying V to the trilobites.

Both are botherable!

leapingdoctor.livejournal.com

Sam was still without a door and without a clue as to what he was doing in an interdimensional bar at the end of the universe.

But to make up for it, at least he had some darn good apple pie just at present. He also had found the library, and was reading up on some of the classics. Currently, what he had in his hand was a copy of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Hound of the Baskervilles, which was nowhere near as exciting as he remembered it to be.

Maybe he just wasn't in the mood for it? In any case, one boy scout physisist in a bar, eatin' pie, readin' Sherlock. Botherable!

[OOC: ~~Mun's off to a doctor's appointment, I'll be back in a couple hours or so.~~ Back!]

leapingdoctor.livejournal.com

Outside the door that led to the lake, a flash of glittery blue light appeared in the shape of a man, before the man himself showed up.

This man wasn't unused to this, and stepped inside after he gained his composure from leaping and looked around, assessing the situation.

Dr. Sam Beckett was only slightly surprised to see a bar before him, but this bar was far more interesting than any other bars he'd leaped to. He looked to the picture window, brows raised in slight surprise.

"Oh boy."

~~(oh dear lord, my internet's being skeezy! And I have company! And so many tags! It will be lots of slow.)~~ (Nevermind! Everything's back to normal! Feel free to keep tagging. )

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