milliways_bar | Entries tagged with elle

The world is a very strange place.

Some things even the Marvel universe does not prepare a person for.

Eating dinner and strategizing with a friend is not the time one expects to look up and see their own face across the way.

X certainly didn't.

It is her own face, but -- different. Because the person behind it isn't her.

"Elle? That is you."

If it is not Elle -- where did Elle go?

And why is everything so flat, muffled, and quiet? Her breathing rate speeds up as she looks for sensory inputs that are no longer there.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns, yay bodyswap?]

hadyougoing

Ava is not yet visible out in the bar, since at the time of this writing, her sentence isn't quite up. But because Baby is a superstar, a few individuals will find themselves with notes.

( Beverly Katz )

( Elle )

hadyougoing

Meanwhile, in the forest ...

When a girl's got stress to work out, sometimes there is only one solution.

Out in the woods, there's a swirl of darkness and smoke, then a series of crashes. If you happen to wander far enough from the path around the lake (though why would you?) you might even hear a woman's voice exclaiming, "Okay, no, that's the wrong way!"

(It's been a long time since she's summoned anything.

It feels like that, anyway.

And it's verrry satisfying to throw something at a tree until the wood creaks, gives-- ultimately topples with an enormous sound. Picture Ava as a boxer, and some upstart conifer as her punching bag.)

When Ava emerges from the woods some time later, she looks left and right, then over her shoulder to see if she's being followed.

Relatively satisfied, she stalks back in the direction of the bar.

[ooc: Not taggable, but feel free to have spotted her!]

baptizemyself

It's beautiful bright sunny day. The squid is chilling in the lake. The demon bunnies are skirting the edge of the forrest, looking for easy prey. And there is a party going on.

Why?

Why not!

Who needs a reason to have a good old fashioned lake party?

Certainly not us!

[OOC: Happy Tenth Anniversary, Milliways! You know the drill! Tag one, tag all, threadhop! Enjoy!]

vorpatril

Ivan spent the last night in a bunker buried under the ground, he wants clean clothes, a shower and to not let Tej out of his sight. Finding Milliways in the bathroom puts a damper on those plans but he could do with a drink when a napkin appears.

He stares, curses and goes behind the Bar, grumbling as he's in dark and muddy civilian clothes and hasn't slept or hugged his wife enough.

Specials
Brandy
Mud Slide
Captain's Treasure
What's the worst way you've almost died? Share your story and your drink will be discounted.

Once those are written, he pours himself a brandy and wipes more of the dirt off his face.

(OOC: At about 1:30 am, I've gone to bed but this is open until there's another Happy Hour. I'll tag everything back tomorrow.)

ellectrical

When Elle started sneezing a few days ago, she first looked for X so she could complain to someone about it, and then went up to her room with the plan to lock herself in until she was feeling better.

Anna of Arendelle, however, has very different feelings on locked doors.

So despite her sniffles, Anna prances down the stairs. Her hair (yellow hair! That's strange, but Anna doesn't think on it too much) is braided, and she's pulled on a long-sleeved, blue dress, perfect for the cold weather outside this place.

And this place! It's full of people! It's totally strange!

Which – certainly the totally normal thing to do when walking into a bar full of people is to sing (yes, sing) out, "Does someone want to build a snowman?"

It's immediately punctuated by another sneeze.

[ooc: Finally getting this up – open until it scrolls!]

pickledtribute

Haymitch Abernathy is not getting along with the new girl. He's not sure how anyone could have glasses that rose-tinted, but seriously, she's getting on his nerves. At least most of the previous girls eventually figured out that not one single person from Twelve was happy about the Games, and toned it down a notch.

He's not sure if this Effie girl comes with the ability to tone down.

So it's an irked Victor that wanders into the bar, his shirt untucked and his feet bare (he's taken to being even more slovenly than before when not trying to work just to annoy the girl), a bottle dangling from his fingers.

Huh.

Well, at least he won't have to hear about the games being a wonderful opportunity for a while.

ellectrical

[OOM: Days 304/306/307]

ellectrical

[OOM: "I know I won't be like them."]

kitchen_maid

[OOM: The Christening of HRH Prince George*.]

*Of Ambergeldar. Not that other one.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: With the good ones on my shoulders
I drove the other ones away
or, X goes back to Paris.]

cook_the_rude

No surprises here.-

Dr. Hannibal Lecter can be observed through the open back door of the kitchen, slicing potatoes into very regular wedges with matter-of-fact dexterity, at a speed where others would wonder about taking their fingertips off.
Teja is in the forge, sitting at the workbench and making the hilt of a knife out of mokumegane. He is darkly humming to himself as he works, at one with himself and the metal and the fire in the forge and the cats asleep outside in the sunlight.
Urquhart is by the lake shore, fishing for trout. He has several fishing rods out, intricate things from the future, with bobbing floats and hidden, hand-made lures. Franz the dog is nosing around in the rushes, intent on his doggy business.
Ned Poins is by the back door, legs stretched out, a mug of ale held lightly in his hand, watching the seagulls circling overhead, content with all the world.
On the lake, lazing in the sunlight, is Tamara the mermaid; lying back on the waves, her hair fanned out, she sometimes breaks into laughter as the young squid playing around her pull and tease at the wet strands.
The only one avoiding the sunlight is Lady Margolotta; so at the moment, choosing to observe the life outside, she is only a dark, hooded figure that wanders in the shadows of the trees, away from everybody else. Usually, she'd eschew this overly vampiric pose, but something seems to have woken her interest today, so she is not inside, or knitting.-

[[meta: the potatoes are not people! the fish are fish, the squid are not for eating, the cats and dog are very friendly, and the hooded figure is not from a dog park. take your pick and say in your tag whom you want. open all weekend. thank you!]]

daringyoungman

Through the door into the bar comes a young man, casual in jeans and a shirt, his black hair sweeping in bangs across his eyes.

He is not new to the bar. He has in fact been here many times since he was a young man. Almost constantly, he might say.

What does surprise him, is Milliways doesn't look the same to him as it has recently. Subtle differences: the layout and décor are slightly different. The patrons aren't exactly the same as the regulars he's used to seeing. His name, when he looks on the tab board, has a different than usual number.

In fact, the bar looks like it did when Dick Grayson used to come here as an eleven year old, a whole decade ago.

"Holy time travel, Batman."

[DCU!Dick, but 21 instead of 11. Open to all, obviously. Ping me on lycanfae if you have any questions.]

ikissdhimbck

Kate comes inside trailing clouds of dust behind her. She's been working the stables, as usual. Today was a hot one, and it didn't seem fit working the stock so long as the sun was high, so she set about cleaning and organizing instead. She takes off her hat and sets it on the Bar, wincing apologetically as dirt puffs up and settles on the lacquered surface.

"Beggin' your pardon, Miss. I'll clean it up. Meantime, could I get somethin' cold?"

A pint of peach cobbler ice cream pops up as she settles herself on a stool. She eyeballs it dubiously. How can you put a respectable cobbler in a bucket of cold ice cream? She don't believe it can be done. Naturally, she won't dismiss it out of hand without giving it a fair shake. For science, and all.

She opens a ledger and starts going over notes, scooting the pint closer. Every now and again, her hand strays to her chest, absently playing with the necklace she's wearing. It's strangely soothing.

[ooc: Open indefinitely, inside the bar or outside.]

herr_bookman

"Really?" Autor hisses at the ceiling. The boy places his hands on his hips and glances from there to where his door is supposed to be.

After a moment's indecision, he heads to the library.

Catch him here or there, or on T-Minus.

heirDrosselmeyer signed on.

ellectrical

Elle had gone outside to practice strength.

Now, sitting at the bar, she's working on finesse. She's set an opened sugar bowl on to the bar top a few inches to her left, along with a small steel spoon. When she moves her hand, the spoon clatters slightly on the bar's wooden surface, and occasionally rises into the air, but then quickly falls back into place.

Learning to do this kind of thing had been difficult for her the last time around, too. (She knows that even better now.)

But at least here, she can have a chocolate milkshake to help temper her impatience.

[ooc: Open 'til whenever.]

ellectrical

[OOM: Days 290/293/297]

cutting_edgex23

At some point during the day (or night) X makes her way inside, settling down at a table with a sandwich, a glass of milk, and her laptop.

She looks a lot less skittish than she has for the past several weeks.

She may also be looking up maps of the Paris Metro.

Preparation is important. Especially when dealing with the Facility.

cutting_edgex23

X slips out of the Staff hallway, stopping herself from heading out the back door by an effort of will.

If she is not comfortable in crowds she cannot go home, and she knows whoever purchased her trigger scent, they cannot have meant to catch just her on the platforms of the Paris Metro.

Especially not after drawing her attention to the fact that it was now a generalized trigger.

She takes a slow, careful breath, following it up with a second one.

Then, hesitant where usually she is certain, X makes her way to Bar to order dinner. She chooses a table in the most crowded area of the bar, afterward.

Just as a test.

If she occasionally clenches and relaxes her left hand, it only means she's stretching it out.

Right?

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears]

cutting_edgex23

X slips into the main bar from her room in the Staff hallway.

The silence -- and lack of cats -- was worth not having to go back to Paris just yet.

Soon. When she is better.

In the meantime, she makes her way to a corner table, stopping briefly at Bar to order something for dinner.

Spaghetti is an old comfort food, and when combined with a root beer float it is one of the best.

Go figure.

cutting_edgex23

Just after this:

[not-really-OOM: What shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?]

ellectrical

Not too long after this, Elle and X wander back into the bar. Elle's left shoulder has finally been cleaned and bandaged, and she's making a very diligent effort of not picking at it. Her eyes stay ahead as they make their way through the room, until she nudges X in the direction of a booth. X takes a seat first, and Elle slips in next to her, dropping the folder she'd still been carrying onto the table in front of them.

After a couple minutes of quiet conversation between them, Elle flags down a passing waitrat.

And not too long after this, she's lifting a tray from the rat onto the table.

Tomato soup and milk for X, grilled cheese and a chocolate milkshake for Elle.

Decapitation, explosions, and emotional fallout will make any girl hungry.

[ooc: This is an open, two-mun EP that is... milliwavily several days late! And as a warning, they may together be kind of the worst at being socially interactive at this moment. But if that sounds entertaining to you, feel free to tag!]

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: I've always been ambitious,
I heard everything you said.
You said "Three can keep a secret
If two of them are dead".]

[ooc: Warning for violence and implied torture]

cutting_edgex23

X slips into the bar, quick and quiet, with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

She stops by Bar to get a sandwich and milk, then deposits herself and her equipment (and supplies) at a corner table with a good view of the rest of the room.

Eventually she'll get to eating.

But not quite yet.