milliways_bar | Entries tagged with epimetheus

A few people are in the bar, relaxing after the holidays, or something like them:

At a table, with his boots up on a chair, a glass of whiskey on the table, and a guitar in his lap, Epimetheus; he's having trouble getting it to tune, it sounds like. He tsks as he loosens one string and starts trying to get it up to the right note again.

Over by the hearth is Kim, warming her hands. She looks like she's been sleeping rough -- a little grubby, a little frayed -- and she's debating whether she can afford to buy some food.

Curled up on one of the couches, there's Nita, reading her manual with a glass of wine on the floor next to her. Her attention keeps straying away from the book, though; she keeps thinking about vampires.

And just now sitting down at the bar is Beverly Katz -- who looks surprised when a few packages appear on the bar's surface for her. The tin of cookies is nice to see.

The hand cream and soap, in its impeccable plaid wrapping ... is not.

"You son of a bitch," she mutters, crumpling the paper with a vicious twist between her palms.

2020sight

"I can see a better time -- When all our dreams come true . . ."

Today's bartender is very tall, festively decked out with reindeer antlers, and cheerfully whistling the instrumental parts to "Fairy Tale of New York" while he wipes down the counter, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. (There is, as there often is, hay in his hair.)

Happy Hour Specials!

Acropolis
Ol' Janx Old Fashioned
Whiskey
Some things you just don't mess with, you know?

[ooc: My internet's behaving badly, so I may be slow, but have at it!]

2020sight

[OOM: Seattle, 2013:

Of all the gin joints in all the worlds, you had to walk into the one hosting a Stephen King-themed burlesque.]

nita_callahan

So it's a typical night in Milliways.

The front door is suddenly shoved open, disgorging a cloud of steam and ash, the smell of molten rock, and Nita Callahan: disheveled, sweaty, with something that looks very much (but not exactly) like Princess Leia's blaster in her right hand. Tucked under her left arm, headless horseman-style, is a geodesic sphere the size of a dodgeball made of something that might be shimmering blue metal and might be crystal. She blinks at the bar briefly, breathless.

". . . Oh. Awesome."

Yep. Typical night in Milliways.

[OOC: Recycled EP? What recycled EP?]

Less dramatically, Epimetheus is taking up way too much space at a table, with his booted feet up on the table and a guitar in his lap. He's more concerned with tuning than playing at the moment; the strings will not stay tight.

callipygos

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door

Oh I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you

Slowtimes ongoing!

2020sight

Epimetheus has settled into a table. Feet up on the opposite chair? Check. Whiskey on the table? Check. Guitar in his lap? Check.

A certain un-invitation propped up on the table next to the whiskey, making him snicker every time he glances at it?

Double check.

Nita also has a table and a drink, but in her case it's a pot of strong black tea. Her manual is open on the table; it's projecting, in silvery-blue lines, a 3D map of what looks like a series of mountain ranges and canyons. Nita is frowning in concentration -- and a little bemusement -- as the projection slowly pans along a particularly stark set of conical mountains.

And last but not least, Carmela has laid claim to a stool at the Bar and ordered a drink that is bright purple, sparkly, and heavily frothed at the top.

She does have a tablet with her that's currently displaying a celebrity gossip website (the text is in no earthly language, but there's something about the formatting that's unmistakably reminiscent of Gawker, and it's just possible that one of the pictures in the article is of a much-loved British actor with great cheekbones). That's just there if she gets bored of people watching, though, and really, what are the odds of that?

[ooc: NaNoWriMo is over! Rejoice with me! Open 'till it scrolls, slowtimes are my favorite thing ever.]

callipygos

Aphrodite is in a much better mood tonight than she's been in some time. There's a little swing in her step as she walks to the Bar.

This joint may have been sort of depressing lately, but she's got the perfect fixer-upper.

( You're Invited ... )

"Honey," she says, "could you see your way to spreading the word around? I promise, next time I'll throw one you can come to."

Smiling, Aphrodite turns and heads for the door.

[ooc: It's that time again! If you'd like your character to receive an invite to Aphrodite's holiday party, feel free to write that here, in their own post, or wherever. Aphrodite's not taggable at the moment, but she is writeable-to.]

stilljustandrew

He isn't going to keep carrying around Baby's inert mobile forever. That'd just be morbid.

But he tried keeping it in his room upstairs, and that's worse somehow. It looks like a toy, sitting there. Like nothing that was ever really important.

So he's bringing it downstairs to try to find somewhere better to keep it. Maybe a shrine over the bar, like the memorial for Bernard and Tonks, if Bar herself wouldn't find that too painful. Or maybe in the Security office, in a storage closet there or something, so that if Baby ever -- if she ever does come back --

Right now Andrew's sitting by the fireplace, watching the fish swim in and out of the flames, with a mug of Irish coffee in his hand and a little metallic arachnoid in his lap.

Botherable.

howling_laugh

[OOM: Halloween. The barriers between worlds are thin- especially if you happen to have a key to a certain door. Welcome to Alaska, and to Raven's housewarming party.]

howling_laugh

Coyote comes into the bar with a small stack of envelopes in hand. She hums cheerfully to herself, flipping through them before dropping them off with a fond pat to Bar's surface. She's out just as fast, shutting the door firmly behind her.

They are addressed to:

( Raguel, Puck, Havelock, Mary Anne Bell, Mal Reynolds, Lilly Goodfellow-Kane, Alanna of Trebond, Merriman Lyon, Ray Stantz, River Tam, Kali, Castiel, Nita Callahan, Artemis, Kaylee Frye, Epimetheus, Lan Mandragoran, and 'Loki' )

[OOC: Coyote is not in for tags! But feel free to use this thread to pick up invitations, or leave questions for her, stupid or not. Also, if you got an invite, please head on over to this backroom post!]

2020sight

"Now, behave yourself," Epimetheus is saying to the gray squirrel perched on his shoulder as he enters the bar. "I know you've had your fur ruffled, but you need to abide by the local rules as long as we're here, understood?"

The squirrel chitters. (It looks even more nervous than squirrels usually do.)

"No violence, no sex, and no outside business, since you ask."

The squirrel squeaks and runs up his collar to perch on top of his head. Epimetheus snorts and heads for the bar to order a whiskey for himself and a bowl of sunflower seeds for his passenger.

"I know you're not a fan of fireworks, but there's no need for that kind of language."

2020sight

Ah, you all know the drill by now, right? Boots up on the table, guitar in his lap, whiskey close at hand.

Epimetheus is picking out "Down On the Corner," but his heart's not quite in it. His thoughts are a million miles away -- or maybe, more accurately, a few thousand league deep.

3nanashi

Trowa's visit to Quatre's home is about halfway through. It's been a good week. (And, thanks to spending several of Quatre's workdays hanging out at the local university, Trowa now has much more detailed mental notes on how to successfully pass as a college student. Yes, low-stakes infiltration practice is Trowa's idea of a vacation.)

However, if your job entails rigorous acrobatics on a daily basis, you don't take two weeks off from conditioning even for vacation. Not if you want to be up to your own standards afterwards, anyway.

Which is why, when Trowa steps through the Milliways door, he looks thoughtful -- it looks the same as every other expression he makes, for the record -- and then makes his way to the bar. One brief exchange later, he's heading for the gym with a bundle of cloth under his arm.

You can catch him on the way, if you want. Otherwise, he'll be in the gym, having changed clothes, first stretching and then doing some tightrope work. Milliways' gym is surprisingly well-equipped.

(It's not equipped with a good trapeze, but he wouldn't trust that without a lot of examining it first anyway. He can make do with strength work, here or back at the Winners'.)

maxwellsdemon02

As the door to the bar opens, Duo and River are just pulling away from each other. There's no mistletoe (Duo didn't really decorate for Christmas), but to the observant, it's probably obvious what they were just doing.

"I promised hot chocolate," he says, "and I'll deliver." But he is not venturing out to any stores today. But hey, Christmas was a success! His 'Christmases Since Last Major Emergency' counter has just gone up by one!

"You're lazy," River informs him, but she's grinning as she says it. They're still holding hands as they step in.

[OOC: If we suddenly stop tagging, we still love you, but our power has gone out. Beware the blizzard warning.]

2020sight

"Oooh, the weather outside is frightful . . ."

Epimetheus shakes snow out of his hair as he comes through the door and heads for the bar. (Sorry if he catches you with a few flakes.)

"But ba dum dah dum delightful . . . Bar, darlin', Irish coffee if you please, extra whipped cream."

She supplies; he settles onto a stool, still humming, and takes a contented sip.

[tinytag: kali]

howling_laugh

(After this.)

Coyote is sitting at the bar, wondering how to order the large amount of alcohol she needs without sounding like an utter moron.

Finally, the bar takes pity on her, and a double whiskey (neat) appears, no questions asked.

"Ty," Coyote says with a sigh. And then, after she downs half of it straight away, "Fml."

It's been that sort of week.

2020sight

It's a familiar tableaux: one Titan, at a table, with his boots up on a chair, a guitar in his lap, and a glass of alcohol on the table. (Beer, for a change of pace -- Mythos.)

Tonight, he's picking a rather bluesy version of "Born to Be Wild" on the guitar, and looking a little dustier than usual.

2020sight

The door opens on one very tall man singing a very loud song.

"--Ap' ta kooookkala vialméni ton Elliiiinon ta ierá--"

He might be a little tipsy. It's not actually entirely clear.

Happy Independence Day! (Hey, it's March 25th somewhere.)

[ooc: Slowtimes are very, very likely, but all threads are welcomed!]

isaysimplewords

The interview to volunteer at the animal shelter where Cal got Penny was both easier and more complicated than he'd expected. Of course, he's never really had to interview for anything before, so he has no idea if his expectations were anywhere near realistic.

(Probably not.)

It went well anyway, though, and they agreed to have him in for a probationary period, to see how it suited him and how he suited them. So, when Milliways picks him up right as he's leaving the shelter, he's looking both relieved and pleased with himself.

The note that accompanies the raktajino he doesn't have to ask for is almost, but not quite, a surprise.

"What, I don't get five minutes to catch my breath?" he teases. ". . . No, I got it, get some sleep."

Drink Specials

Any drink I can make free if you can tell me anything about volunteering at animal shelter's.

He hesitates, then underlines I can make. You can never be too careful about your phrasing when you're tending bar at Milliways.

[~~Open till around ten PM EST, with an eye toward wrapping/fading at some point tonight. Thanks!~~ And closed. Thanks to the folks who tagged in!]

ladyfirestarter

[Out of Milliways: Correspondence, two days ago.]

Charlie's at the bar, with coffee. Sweet, sweet life-giving coffee.

"Still no?" she's saying, wearily, apparently to the bar itself.

(She gets at least one almost immediate response.)

[Open for new tags until it scrolls.]

walksthebounds

The other day, Jamie had an awkward encounter in the ladies' bathroom.

Unfortunately, the soap on use was not antibacterial.

The day after that, Jamie found himself developing a sore throat; the day after that, he started to cough. At first this was annoying because it was the first time in a century he'd had to deal with being ill. Today, it's annoying because he's supposed to be performing with the band in a couple of hours, and he's on the verge of losing his voice.

He swings himself into a seat at the bar and demands, hoarsely, "Cough drops!"

2020sight

So there's a Titan in the bar, with a guitar.

He's picking out a slow, thoughtful version of "Down By the Riverside," which eventually segues into an equally thoughtful version of "Bridge Over Trouble Water."

Just, y'know. A thoughtful mood. Entirely botherable, though.

[ooc: The mun may not be long for the waking world, though, so slowtimes are welcomed.]

uquars_gadget

A thirteen year old girl, black hair back in a low business-like ponytail walks into the room. She stops, black booted feet planted solidly on the floor, and glares around.

(A waitrat squeaks, cheerfully, and races up onto one of her shoulders--she relaxes slightly.)

After giving the bar a good look over, Helen moves off to find a table and maybe--just maybe--take a break from the work she's been facing this whole time.

[Sick, so please ping at TLvop first!]

howling_laugh

[OOM: Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas! Have we got a show for you tonight...

After meeting up in the bar, Coyote brings her teams into her world, and the curtain goes up.

Team Distraction goes in first, bringing style, chaos, and murder along with them.

They're followed by Team Bait, the heavy hitters who carry enough ordnance to bring down the house.

And last but not least, Team Rescue, who delve into the back rooms of the Babylon Casino, in search of a ~~maiden~~ capable woman in somewhat less distress than you'd think...

So, where has Coyote been during all of this? Good question.

(Of course, no good show is complete without an epilogue.)

The End?]

howling_laugh

Coyote storms into Milliways, breathing hard, and pissed as hell. She slams the door hard enough to rattle a table nearby, and snarls wordlessly at it.

She hurls herself onto a bar stool and rests her elbows on the bar, hands curled into fists in her hair. A glass holding the really good whiskey appears almost apologetically at her side. Coyote snorts, and doesn't refuse it, but doesn't touch it yet either.

[OOC: Again, this isn't plot locked, but you might not want tonight to be the first time someone meets Coyote.]