milliways_bar | Entries tagged with emma swan

It seems like forever since he's seen the bar - but when Michael Westen opens the door to his mother's bathroom he feels like he's really coming home. Or at least away from Fiona and his mother's friends playing cards.

Without thinking, he straightens out the collar of his green polo and runs a hand through his short-cropped hair - shaking away the haze of cigarette smoke that follows him in. On the way in, he takes note of the notice board - finding his old ad buried under several much newer ones and drags it to an empty spot to pin again. He's not planning on going back in the very near future and figures he may as well let people know that's sort of his thing now.

"I'll have the usual," he says, sitting in his familiar seat at the end of the bar. It's been a while, with his new handler, Carla, calling the shots he's been starting to wonder if that very special window would ever open again.

One draft beer and a blueberry yogurt, coming up.

[A/N: Yes, it's been a while. Mun has been dealing with a lot of emotional issues and life sort of demanded a mental health holiday. Apologies if I'm a bit shaky. Jumping ahead a few episodes in canon to 2x03 if you're playing along at home. If any notes have been left, I'm sorry I've missed them. And yes, that note is an open invitation to anyone wanting a little help with a "situation" - he's open to putting his unique and rather large skill set to use.]

Current Mood: grateful

ikissdhimbck

Anyone in the main barroom or out by the lake today will be treated to an odd sight. Dozens of girls, shouting, squealing, running through the backdoor and across the lawn, arms laden with all manner of treats — and one boy, tied up, pulled along with them.

The gang makes their way to the forest, where a tree fort rises above the ground. It's quite a fancy fort, equipped with slingshots, water balloon launchers, and other weaponry and defenses. The interior paneling has some Cybertronian script on it. There's a tire swing outside fashioned from a tractor tire, a crow's nest, and the entrance may be had by ladder, drawbridge, or manual elevator. Inside there are comics, pudding snacks, and the sort of things you'd expect to see in a tree house. It was clearly designed by somebody who really loved their gadgets, and knew what they were doing.

Kate and Natasha have seized the property. Being outlaws in need of a hideout, and all.

"This way!"

Natasha is already inside, leaving all entrances open to the returning posse and offering cover from anyone who might be following. Once the snacks are secured and the prisoner is dealt with, everyone can breathe a huge sigh of relief.

And enjoy the fruits of their labor.

[ooc: ~~give us one minute to set up some thread headings before tagging~~ We're open for business! This post is wide, wide open to everyone — boy, girl, adult, child, animal, mineral, etc. The girls will be inside the tree fort, but it's completely visible from the ground for any who want to stop by and see what's going on, or sneak their way in. ^__^

tiny!tag: age spell plot]

ikissdhimbck

[Earlier...

I needed ~~money~~ ice cream 'cause I
had none
I fought the law and the
kids won
I fought the law and the
kids won

Warnings for mild language, because some ~boy~ has a potty mouth. ^__~ Many thanks to all participants, particularly Ashie, who battled through illness to be such a big part of such a fun plot. You are all wonderful. Party post forthcoming.]

tiny!tag: age spell plot

Current Music: "I Fought the Law" by The Bobby Fuller Four

hey35andholding

Several days ago, there was a terrifying BOOM of boomy proportions. Four ladies walked into a bar - and three teens and a little girl walked out

Clementine Johnson has been relaxing out back, enjoying the mild fall weather (which they never, ever get in Reno). Otherwise, she's been experimenting with sparkly nail polish and hot fudge sundaes - she has both lined up beside her on the bar. Anyone want a manicure? Or to steal that tempting sundae?

Pinkie Pie has, meanwhile, taken to the resurgance of her fillyhood the way she takes to every strange thing that happens to her or her family - in joy-filled stride. She's outside flying a kite, the string in her mouth, giggling at the way it bobs and blows about. The Running of the Leaves is way different here than it is back home!

~~Dixie Cousins~~ Myra Symons, meanwhile, has found a comfortable corner booth and is having a very stern conversation with her rag doll about responsibilities. Apparently it's bad to steal the last piece of fudge. Agree or disagree?

And then there's Juliet O'Hara, who's completely mortified by the reappearance of her acne. Cue her slumping down in a seat and having a soda, pretending she's utterly invisible to the rest of the world. Prove her wrong?

Yes. Four ladies and four choices. Who do you dare to choos?

[OOC: Pinkie and Juliet retain their adult memories, but Dixie and Clem do not - though teenage Clem remembers everything she did during her previous stop in-bar. Slows are always love!! Around for the next hour or so.]

[Tiny Tag: De-Aging Plot]

notinthebook

[OOM:

"Actually, I've kind of got a job there, if you're interested."

Or:

Emma and Michael join forces to con a con artist. Warnings for hot cars, sexy dresses, and adult funtimes.

Millitimed to just after this and before this. Part 1 of 2.]

ahuntsman

[ oom: after this. ]

Graham doesn't really know how long he goes on searching for the wolf from his dreams, not until he starts to notice the sky brightening and the buildings slowly resuming their shapes, emerging from the darkness of night.

Still no sign of the wolf, though.

He means to pause by one of the smaller, nondescript grab-a-quick-coffee coffee shops in Storybrooke just to get a much-needed dose of caffeine, and then he'll continue his search.

So it is, to some surprise (if he cared about anything else other than the wolf), that he finds himself in Milliways.

It's been a while.

ahuntsman

[OOM:

Once Upon a Time in Storybrooke ...

"It felt like a memory."

Note: Spoilers for Once Upon A Time 1x07 - 'The Heart is a Lonely Hunter']

notinthebook

[OOM:

Once upon a time in Storybrooke...

"Why do you care about the way I look at you?"

Notes: Spoilers for OUAT 1.07: "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter". Further threads from this scene may follow eventually.]

27yrsandwelldoitallagain

Audrey's got a cup of coffee.

Also, a speculative eye toward the tables and shadows.

She hasn't seen any more baby-headed spiders, but she wasn't expecting the first one until it crawled across her lap on her first day here, either. She's, understandably, wary about that happening again. Or anything like it.

[Tiny Tag: Audrey Parker]

the_fairest

Earlier today --

OOM: "Hang in there, okay? I'll see you at home."
[Index]

It's been a long day. A lot of her days are, but this one is endless. Tedius. Packed with three times as many minutes. Even when her heart is lightened by the smile of each student for the fraction of a second, and when Emma will be waiting with chinese and ice cream when it does finally end.

Sometimes even the best things only make the worst ones ache more.

Which might be why Mary Margaret has a, long since cold, cinnamon hot chocolate.

gavin62truck

Oh god, here we go again. The entire bar looks as if an army of toddlers has overturned their toyboxes, and there's a vidscreen at the bar that's asking Tommy if he wants to reconfigure.

(He'll have a sandwich and a cup of coffee first before he does anything, though.)

These are his choices: ( Read more... )

And then suddenly--

"Rurrf?"

--there's a very large Irish wolfhound in the bar.

Its rough, shaggy coat is an uneven mix of gray and white and light brown, even a little blond around the eyes, which are an uncharacteristic blue for its breed. It stands a little over three feet tall at the shoulder, its floppy ears pinned back and its long, whip-like tail held low with uncertainty.

Because Tommy's got four legs now, and he's not sure how to use them yet.

It would probably be a good idea for a dog of this size to be outside, because he could be prone to knocking over tables and chairs. And people. Unless you find that sort of thing hilarious.

Plus there are waitrats. He might eat them. (He wouldn't, really, but you never know what instincts might kick in.)

thebesteverseen

[Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, Adopted-pup, pick-up, drop-in, etc.
Open until he gets another ep or has an oom.]

Steve's still got a folder open in his hands, when he looks up in the middle of that first step, before his foot lands, in that bar. Which isn't the bullpen. What with all the noise. The space. The people.

He only gives the closed door behind him a look, for not being an open doorway. Or his File Room. Maybe he meant to shrug. He doesn't. But he doesn't try the door either.

He goes back to the file in hand, headed for the bar.

He'll decided between coffee and a Longboard when he gets there.

luvs_yogurt

He's going back to Miami - he knows he has to go eventually, he can't lay low forever. No matter what the mystery woman on the end of his phone has in store for him, he'll go back and face it. And possibly die trying to get back the only life he's ever known.

That doesn't mean he has to go in unprepared.

As such, he's putting in a little time at the range. His trusty SIG-Saur and a battle scarred AK-47 are loaded with ammunition to spare for tearing apart some targets at maximum range. Methodically, he starts with the pistol - working on a neat chest cluster.

[ooc: I'm slow tagging all weekend, feel free to catch him at any stage of the practice.]

gavin62truck

Tommy steps through the door; hesitates when he realizes this isn't his bedroom; mutters "Screw it" under his breath and continues on in.

He may be off duty today, but apparently Bar doesn't think so, because as soon as he approaches her, a napkin pops up bearing a message written in green: Éirinn go Brách. Enjoy your bartending shift.

Tommy barely has time to be annoyed before a book with an accompanying note from Kate appears.

For a moment, he stares at the handwriting, the sentiment that recalls his dad's parting anecdote when she visited his world, his home. He then flips through the volume, hearing in his head the way she teased him for not reading more.

Now he's just confused. Why the hell would she even give him a gift after what happened?

(No jar of spiced peaches either.)

(Should he leave something for her in return?)

(Is she still thinking about him?)

With a grumbling sigh, Tommy goes behind the bar and sets up the specials on the board.

St. Patrick's Day Happy Hour

Guinness (Irish dry stout a.k.a. beer)
Bushmills (Irish whiskey)
Jameson ( " " )
Connemara ( " " )
Michael Collins ( " " )
Feckin Irish Whiskey (duh)
Baileys Irish Cream (sort of like a whiskey milkshake)
Green Beer (alcoholic & non-alcoholic) also available

There's a conscientious pause before he mutters "Screw it" again and adds his customary discount at the bottom:

Ladies! Get 50% off any drink if you kiss the bartender -- he's Irish!

That being done, he leans back against the rear counter, ignoring the temptation of the liquor that surrounds him, and cracking open the Mark Twain novel, he actually starts to read it.

[OOC: Open all night. Or until it scrolls. Or forever, really.]

notinthebook

[Once upon a time, in Storybrooke,

Marley was dead, to begin with.

ooc: Still in progress]

ikissdhimbck

Kate needs a drink.

It's the sole thought on her mind as she makes her way up to the counter tonight. When Miss Bar presents her with a bound volume instead, her expression goes flat.

"You're a riot, Miss. Honest."

She picks up the book and thumbs through it, smirking despite herself. It's been an unusual year, what with Tommy, Voodoo, Voodoo's lady-friend (she quite likes Remy, but wasn't expecting her to try and kiss her), Teja, Jim... Let the Miss poke some fun. If she weren't so busy mentally flailing, she'd probably laugh herself.

"Miss? Make it a bottle. Tequila. An', if I could? Somethin' t'write with."

She takes off her hat and settles on a stool, preparing to pen Guppy a note.

She might even share the tequila, once she's through.

[ooc: Open forever! Kate will be in and out, with an emphasis on out, a lot over October, so I wanted to get an EP in. ^__^]

notinthebook

Well, the day could have gone better.

Maybe she's not exactly proud of the way she'd acted at work, but Graham hadn't seemed keen on talking, and she sure didn't feel like she had much to say to him, so it was what it was, and now it's over, and she can at least not worry about it for a few more hours.

...Ish.

Honestly, the night in -- Chinese food, ice cream, and chick flick -- with Mary Margaret helped more than she'd be willing to admit out loud...but now the food is in the fridge, the ice cream is gone, the movie's over, and Mary Margaret is in the bath, nearly pushed there by Emma, who'd then glanced through the linen closet looking for anything containing the words "lavender" or "aromatherapy" before handing them through the slightly-cracked bathroom door and ordering the occupant to stay, dammit, and relax.

The problem, of course, is that leaves her at loose ends, and she hates loose ends. Being there gives her a distinct and unwelcome sense of instability. She needs something to do, someone to talk to, something to think about that isn't the sadness in Mary Margaret's eyes or the guilt in Graham's.

Well...she pauses in the door to her room, considering. There's one errand she'd put off last night, but she may as well get it done, right? It's something to do that isn't going back downstairs and raiding the takeout leftovers. Slipping on black ankle boots and a light, loose black knit sweater over her tank and jeans, she grabs the envelope on her bedside table and heads back into the hallway.

"Open sesame," she says, and a glint of light shows through the crack of the linen closet door.

Inside, she makes for the bar, puts the wad of cash down. "Okay," she says. "Here's five thousand. Go ahead and put a thousand on my tab, a thousand on Mary Margaret's, and put the rest on Michael Westen's, will you? Maybe this way he won't get himself killed in another universe scraping together rent."

The money disappears, replaced by a note that Emma reads, before giving the bartop a skeptical look. "Do I look like I care if he wants it? Just don't say where it came from."

A receipt. She glances over it, and then pockets.

"And one more thing. While I'm here, go ahead and blow some of that tab for me. One bottle of Johnny Walker, blue."

[OOC: Slows will be necessary.]

notinthebook

[OOM:

Once upon a time in Storybrooke...

"Just wanted to check up on you. You know.

See how things went."

Note: Spoilers-sorta for Once Upon A Time 1x06 - 'The Shepherd']

ahuntsman

[OOM:

Once Upon a Time in Storybrooke ...

The morning after: "Then I guess we're stuck with each other."

Note: Spoilers-sorta for Once Upon A Time 1x06 - 'The Shepherd']

notinthebook

[Once upon a time in Storybrooke:

They say you should never drive angry.

Spoilers for Once Upon A Time Episode 1.06: The Shepherd.]

notinthebook

[Once upon a time in Storybrooke:

"This is volunteering?"
"Plans....changed."

Spoilers for Once Upon a Time Episode 1.06: The Shepherd]

psyched_you_out

[OOM: It's someone's special day.]

Cake has been eaten, presents have been opened, friends have given well-wishes, and you'd think the party was just about complete...

But the celebration isn't over yet.

"Shawn, why do I have to close my eyes again?"

"Just humor me."

She does, long enough for him to lead her through the door into the bar, which has been temporarily bedecked by one pink party-loving pony.

"See, I told you there'd be ponies."

Current Mood: bouncy

notinthebook

Emma wasn't expecting the notification on the viewscreen; even less was she expecting the choices offered.

( What do you mean, 'reconfiguration'? )

She looks at the last for a long minute.

(Flight, the power to simply fly away, is such a tempting idea. No dealing with people, no dealing with Regina, no worrying, for just a little while, about all her stupid mistakes and whether or not she shouldn't have just dropped Henry off at his doorstep and beat it that first night.)

She only wavers for a second, and then her red jacket has morphed into red feathers and a little bird sits for a moment on the bar before fluttering its wings experimentally and taking off.

[Tiny Tag: Emma Swan, Mary Margaret Blanchard, Tommy Gavin, Sheriff Graham]

luvs_yogurt

The door opens and in walks Michael Westen wearing combat armor with a few stray bits of unidentifiable fleshy matter and blood on it. He could use a shower and a nap - but most of all he could really use a beer and something to eat that's of an identifiable species before being grilled and served on a toasted bun.

He's had sort of a long day.

"I'd love a cold beer and a burger with steak fries, please." He sits down heavily on his favorite stool and two notes materialize - the first makes him smile wide, the second... not so much. "Oh, come on Bar... I'm really not in the mood to discuss my tab. Didn't I just pay it not too long ago..."

Another note shows up; "Six months ago."

He sighs and puts his head on the bar as he wiggles a hand between the green pants and his layer of jeans inside them - working out his worn leather wallet. "Fine, fine... how much do I owe?" A number writes itself across the bottom of the note and his eyes go wide. Well, between his own food and drink and his tendency to put others on his tab and the rent on his room... it kind of adds up. He's got enough to cover it, thankfully there was still a decent amount of cash lingering from taking down Paco back in Miami what seems like an ago ago, but he's definitely gonna have to pull a few more paying jobs before heading back home.

"Here," he grumbles, removing a small stack of fifty dollar bills and watching as they poof away to be replaced by his order.

gavin62truck

It's the end of a long day at the firehouse. Most of Tommy's crew is leaving, and Tommy himself is heading out when he hears Lou call,

"Hey, Tom?"

He turns around and sees Lou coming toward him. "What's up?"

"Would you mind staying after class for a bit?"

Tommy eyes him warily. "Uh, why? I actually have a-- a thing to go to--"

"It won't take too long," Lou insists amiably enough, and he motions to follow him toward the kitchen. "Besides, we have all the time in the universe."

"We-- we do?"

"We sure do!" Lou swings open the kitchen door and shoves Tommy into Milliways, shutting the door behind them. "Care to explain this, asshole?"

[OOC: Two pups for the price of one! Tagging in will get you both. All threads will be Millitimed after Tommy and Lou's conversation, and Lou will subsequently be referred to as Kenny in narration. Freaking nicknames.]

[tags: Kenny "Lou" Shea]