milliways_bar | Entries tagged with emmett cullen

It could be said that the Fool has been planning this for a while. It could be said that he came up with it on the spur of the moment. With him, it's hard to tell.

Whatever it is, the Fool takes but a moment to contemplate what he is going to put up for the Happy Hour Specials.

It's a single word, written in his almost perfect copperplate handwriting:

Guess

He then sets a series of bottles on the bar top of various sorts and sizes and colors and waits, a tiny mischievous hint of a smile on his face.

For those that are fearful, they have nothing to worry about. He hasn't done anything to the bottles or the drinks. They're perfectly safe. But sometimes the best joke on people is the one where they fear something bad will happen.

cullenteddybear

Emmett was walking in to the garage to find his Rosie, He instead walks in to the bar, Walking over he speaks to the bar and gets the napkin he scratches his head. He's never done this serve drinks thing, He's put down plenty. He misses that sometimes. Stepping behind the bar he thinks for a moment and goes with the drinks he knows.

So for today your specials come from the 1930's

Today's Specials

Gin Fizzy
Sidecar
Whiskey Sour
Sazerac
Zombie

Emmett gets side tracked by a small purple puff that's found it's way on the bar. He picks it up and almost drops it when he gets licked. "What the hell are you?"

((OOC: Open until it's not, Feel free to thread hop, sorry it's late, I forgot then had to look up the drinks.))

onceaviking

Eric's seated in a chair at a table just off the side of the fireplace.
He is thinking about relocating but these things take careful planning. The vampires have been dividing up the new Land, establishing power bases and fighting over territories, and he is old enough and ambitious enough to have to weigh his options carefully.

And he is watching the other patrons in the Bar.

He is hungry.

cullenteddybear

Emmett is whistling when he walks in to the bar. Before calling out "Kitten are you in here?"

Oh if he could blush he would blush. This isn't where he expected to come out at. He thought he was walking in to the garage and this isn't the garage. This is Milliways. With a shrug he walks over and sits in a booth to people watch.

lt_blade

Sonya's by the fireplace, a heavy tarp set before her as she's taking apart and setting back her rifle. She's not seeking to clean it, but the motions are calming and familiar and she has a lot on her mind that she needs to sort out

It's been an interesting couple of days back home lately, and it's left her seeking Milliways in order to clear her head. Word's spread of how the army is strongly considering opening more branches to women, and it's been met with such arguments on both sides that there was only one call for it: experimentation.

Sonya knew she was good at her job, she knew how to get the job done and done well. The fact that the men stopped hounding her about such things was also telling. She never believed in doing anything half assed, and while her motives weren't always conventional, they were usually successful and even if they weren't they usually bought the others time to get the mission completed.

She knew her actions would be reported to her superiors, it was to be expected, what she didn't count on was that she would be one of the few female personnel selected to be part of that experiment.

They were actually considering her to be tested for the Green Berets.

Sonya was torn between feeling proud and wondering just what the hell she was getting herself into. She knew how tough the training regiments were for selections, one of her good buddies (maybe more than a buddy, she wasn't sure) just got admitted into the Special Forces.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she made a careless twist with the barrel of the rifle, accidentally pinching one of her fingers.

"Ow!..Dammit!" She pulled her hand away, shaking it off while cursing herself for getting careless.

Distractions would be more than welcome.

thesupersmeller

With Blackapella(not Quarter Black) reunited, Gus was running on high excitement...

Until Deacon wound up with a bullet in him and Shawn ended up in the hospital with a ruptured appendix. At least with Gus (and Tony and Drake), Juliet and Lassie on the case they've already got a lead.

They're leaving the hospital to check out the tattoo parlor, Shawn in hand thanks to Gus' new Ipad, when they step through the double doors and straight into the Bar.

At least Gus and Shawn do, only to see Juliet already saddled up behind the bar.

"We don't have time for this!" Gus sighs, shaking his head as he turns to open the door behind them - finding it locked.

"Well... someone thinks we need a break..." Juliet shrugs, sliding a napkin across the bar with all three of their names on it. "About time you got here.

"Oh! Me! Me! I do! I want to tend bar before I die, Gus!"

"You're not dying. You had your appendix out."

There's already a specials list in a frame ringed with green pineapples, so he figures he may as well take a break from certain death.

Specials:

Teal Squeal
(Vodka, Blue Curacao, ice, pineapple)

Coffee Nudge
(Dark creme de cacao, coffee liqueur, brandy, coffee, whipped cream topping)

Virgin Sex on the Beach
(Orange juice, cranberry juice, peach nectar, grenadine and a pineapple wedge)

Afterglow
(Grenadine, orange juice, pineapple juice)

[ooc: Three pups, three muns, for the price of one! Feel free to tag one or all of us. Tending till it drops!]

cullenteddybear

It's been a while since the bar has seen this face. He was actually not meaning to come here but looking for Rose.

He looks around and then his eyebrow raises slowly.

"Kitten, are you here?"

betagainstme

Alice pushes through the door, almost stumbling, and blinking in surprise. It'd be a while.

She almost thought the door was gone.

Turning her head, she almost goes back into her house, to get Edward or maybe Jasper. To do a little dance that she's found this place again. But no, she instead slips through the door and twirls to a booth and curls up in it, smiling.

Who knows, maybe they had been here more often anyway. She would just use this time for herself~

lt_blade

When Sonya enters the bar, she's not in BDU or even a blue service uniform, but full on army dress greens, the pin on her jacket lapel showing her now as a 2nd Lieutenant. She's no longer a sergeant anymore but an officer.

One would've figured that her expression would be a little more thrilled about it, given the hours she's spent studying and grueling over it.

It's graduation at Army OCS, or rather it was. The actual ceremony was several hours ago and now the graduates are at the officer's club to celebrate with friends and family. It was supposed to be a time of pride, to recognize their hard work. To Sonya, when her parents got word of graduation, it seemed he had family all out of the wood work that he called to invite over: his little girl had become an army officer.

She should've been thrilled and overwhelmed at the recognition, in a way she was. She didn't do sign up for recognition, she signed up for the challenge, because her superiors believed in her and she didn't want to let them down.

Then her mother had to start: when was she getting a boyfriend, she wasn't getting any younger after all.

Which is why she's at the bar now, her army jacket draped on her chair and debating if she's even that hungry or not.

Distractions are most welcome.

lt_blade

The gym was starting to become something of a club house for some of those on the army base. Most of the so called 'conflict' in West Germany was vocal (or rather 'not' as the case sometimes was) with interrogations and searches..not to mention the damned patrols. Those that didn't let out steam in the local bar or other more 'shady places', chose the gym to congregate-or rather, to just let off steam. The gym itself was fairly basic: mats, punching bags and targets, a few weights here and there. It wasn't always the freshest smelling place, but atleast everyone knew where they stood and didn't have to deal with propaganda or rhetoric.

One such soldier was staff sergeant Sonya Blade, who had just spent an hour or so training with the rest of her squad and was looking forward to some downtime. She had a lecture in a few hours and needed to review her notes to keep up. There was also the need for a shower as Army base gyms were not known for temperature control.

The problem, was that when she opened the door to what was supposed to be the female barracks..there was none.

Instead, Sonya found herself in what could only be a civilian tavern..and with people speaking English.

Dressed in army issued PT gear ( black trousers, ARMY grey t-shirt and boots), she remained there for a few minutes, rubbing at the back of her head. She knew she had an especially rough sparing session, but she didn't think she'd hit her head that bad.

Someone help a soldier out?

ooc: inspite of what her journal name is, this Sonya is actually pre-Mortal Kombat canon, and is not yet an officer. Have at it people..she's actually friendly-ish.

cullenteddybear

Emmett walks in as he stretches out. When his arm catches his eye. That is not what he had on when he came in here.

Walking over to a mirror this is NOT what he looks like. What is this look not his face not hid dimples not his anything!

He makes a fist and only to realize he doesn't even have his own strength this is not a happy Cullen.

"What the hell happened to me. Can I not come in to this place and stay me!"

onceaviking

The door opens and a tall figure ducks inside, freezing in place as the door slams shut behind him.

It is fairly obvious, that this was not what he expected to see.

He straightens and looks around, managing to look somewhat disinterested, even though his mind is racing.

To the casual observer, he looks like a well-dressed gentleman. His clothes are the latest fashion (of England in 1790) and the only thing that prevents him from looking like the poster image of a dandy is the clubbed hair at the back of his neck. The hair, however, is his own and not powdered, so while it is a little bit retro, it is not a terrible fashion faux pas.

He is a little pale, but his height and build suggest health and vitality, as does the way he looks around the room, his bright, blue eyes taking in the seating arrangements as well as the various patrons.

The cut of his slim trousers, waistcoat, and coat, as well as the excellent quality of the wool suggests that he has been by John Weston. The silver-buckled boots are quite impressive as well. Anyone seeing him at the opera or a soiree would take him for a wealthy, healthy aristocrat. Possibly from the continent. What Milliways will make of him is anyone’s guess.

Those with a keen sense of smell might notice that he has an odour of blood about him. He has, however, no visible injuries. And the few spatters on his lapel are quite discreet.

For those with keener senses still, he is obviously not alive. He is not dead the way some of Milliways’ other patrons are dead. He is dead the way a vampire is dead. No heartbeat, no pulse, no thoughts to listen in on for those who are able to do such things.

When asked, he will introduce himself as Erik Sture or Erik Natt och Dagg, since that is the identity he has decided to use while abroad. It is the oldest noble line in Sweden and the descendents in the Sture branch are strong and healthy military types. The youngest son did indeed travel to England. He did not make it all the way though. Not that anyone knows that yet.

In other circumstances, he might well have used a different name.

Northman perhaps.

He has now made a full turn, but sadly he can make even less sense of what he is seeing.

What is this place?

(tinytag: Eric Northman)

hey35andholding

Clementine's finally gotten enough time together to try out Milliways' pool table. After a long night on patrol, she's clearly relieved to be able to let her hair down. She can be seen nearby, chalking up her cue in a surprisingly silent way.

As always, a busy Clementine should be approached with caution...

forgottenmotley

Thar's a jackalope wearing a motley coat and top hat nosing around on top of the bar. If you could tell what an amused jackalope looks like, then this jackalope looks highly amused.

The Fool wonders if he could snuggle in anyone's lap like this.

He must look adorable which would be in his favor.

Current Mood: amused

all_er_nothin

The sights don't stop with the dance floor.

Once you move past, you'll see a number of carts and booths spread with home brews, fancy treats, wares, and games. There's a maypole out by the lake. Closer to the paddocks, a little corral is in order where pony rides are on offer. A horse-drawn cart and buggy are on standby to take folk around the lake.

Every free corner is filled with some delight. It's sure to be one hell of a party.

Won't you dust off your finery and come join us for a spell?

ikissdhimbck

Kate comes downstairs in one of her best checkered blouses and a clean pair of trousers. It's an out-of-the-ordinary look for her of late, seeing as how most of her time has been spent scrappin' out of Milliways, or working the stables. Never you fear, you'll still be able to recognize her by the well-worn leather gun belt at her hips, and her pair of tattered boots.

Her first order of business is Miss Bar, where she lugs two heavy bundles. ( One for William Evans, and the other for Miss Mary Bennet )

That taken care of, she sets up shop at a table near the Bar, an iced tea with a shot of bourbon in and a stack of papers accompanying her. She hangs a sign that says:

The Shindig is this Saturday!
Do you have questions? Would you like to help out?
Talk to Miss Kate

[tiny tags: Clay, Emmett Cullen]

[ooc: ~~Open for new tags until Saturday. Party business and non-party business both welcome; she's in a friendly sort of mood. ^__^~~ And closed! Slows will continue to be hit, but please come see her at the dance.]

forgottenmotley

The Fool has been acting a bit stranger than usual the past couple of days and today it's come to full head. Around him there's an undefinable aura of intent and waiting to happen. His shadow is creeping out as if it has a mind of its own and he's not limping.

And to make things really weird, he has a small basket of rubber toys. Prowling around the bar, he's randomly lobbing toys at people, giggling manically when they hit.

Alternatively he's dropping a toy into someone's lap or food or right in front of them.

Catch him in the act or get hit by a toy, it's all good. :D

cullenteddybear

Emmett walks in to the bar he was meaning to go to the garage at the house to get his jeep. He looks around then his eyebrow goes up. Where are the cars? Oh Hell the family’s gonna be all kinds of pissed off.

The one he worries about most is Rose, she’s totally not going to be happy with this. It’s going to be his job to smooth that out. He’s not feeling up to that right now.
He catches his image in the mirror and growls. Like a grizzly that just got woken up from its long winters nap. He notices other people so he takes not to keep the string of oaths to a level only the non-humans could understand. Well most of them

“Holy shit what happened to me?”

Welcome to Milliways Emmett, and worse you find your way in on April Fools Day.

[ooc: Feel free to make fun of him or just all around be like Dude you’re a ugly woman! Or if your pup had important canon with Emmett outside of Twilight please let me know and I’ll work on that. Slow times will happen but open until I say no.]

Tiny tag: Emmett Cullen

imthebadguy.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways: Ethan makes his escape. Warning for minor violence.

A man no one currently in the main bar will recognize - fortunately for him - walks down from the guest quarters, briskly but not seeming to be in any special rush. He heads to the front door and tries it again.

This time, it opens, onto an island.

And he's gone.

imthebadguy.livejournal.com

Ethan wanders casually into the bar again.

imthebadguy.livejournal.com

Ethan is back in the bar.

~~Fear.~~

imthebadguy.livejournal.com

The front door opens and another newcomer walks through.

Having just come from a desert island, he's not especially clean - although he's made some effort to wash, it's not easy when all you have is cold water and most of that is salt.

There are several mostly-healed scratches on his left cheek.

"Well, this is interesting."