milliways_bar | Entries tagged with erik selvig

Erik hasn't been seen in Milliways for some time.

Tonight, however, he's sitting at the bar, with a pint of something. He really doesn't care what it is, as long as he's going to end up drunk at the end of the night. The slight scowl that graces his features may put people off interrupting his drinking session, but it really shouldn't. Drinking is best done with company.

mjolnir_retriever

Thor is at the bar in what passes for casual clothes, for him: no visible armor, and a loose sort of poncho-cloak of a deep blue. Because the palace of Asgard doesn't really do casual very well, the fabric has a deep and subtle shimmer, and he's wearing heavy boots chased in what looks like either silver or steel, and he holds Mjölnir in one hand.

Bar has already produced a pizza for him, along with a large stein of what looks like beer. (Because it is.) Thor has thanked her politely, but he's still carrying on a discussion with her. It only seems one-sided if you don't notice the napkin being constantly rewritten.

(Thor isn't much of a scholar, but he's attempting to get clearer information about how the Milliways portal works for people who are. Mostly, for his parents and Heimdall.)

ask_the_right_questions

Erik enters from his lab. Well, not exactly his lab, but it was a door between his lab and his room on site at Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S.

So, he's in a lab coat and there's a pencil tucked behind his ear, and Milliways is a very welcome sight. There's only so much time a person can spend on a secure base before they begin to crave outside interaction. Also, meals not cooked to a tight budget.

Hence, the stop at the bar to pick up a pint of ale and a solid meal. Then, he can be found in a booth. Do stop by.

spit_it_out

Bruce comes in when it's too dark to work anymore. He's dirty, and sweating, and smells of sawdust and earth. He should get cleaned up, except he's starving - and really, people have seen him in a worst state, here.

On the upside, the grounds are starting to look more like they should. And there's a pile of firewood on the edge of the forest that should last the next five winters. It keeps him occupied, and away from people, and if he has to get used to a few blisters on his hands, then so be it. Though when he's done, he'll be happy never to see a saw, or axe, in his life again.

Bar provides food. He even accepts a beer. He still heads to a booth out of the way of most people, but he doesn't hide his face too much as he goes. Possibly this means it's a good day.

spit_it_out

I am drowning, not waving
Here in the darkness

I'll find my peace.

There had been room to run.

There is no longer room to run.

...not good. He does not like this.

Out in the forest, something roars. It is loud enough to echo through to the bar; a deep, bestial noise of pure fury.

Trees begin to fly into the air. A rock soars above, and crashes onto the lake shore.

And then, a thudding beat of huge footsteps, gaining speed, accompanied by the crash of something heavy sprinting through undergrowth, and trees being smashed into pieces. The howl does not stop.

The Hulk bursts out of the forest. A pause.

(LIGHTS. PEOPLE.)

He smacks the ground with both fists, causing it to shake.

And then leaps for the bar.

[OOC: Here we go, then. Post locked to Thor, and Molly Hayes. Reaction tags welcome, but please do not get involved in the actual fight. See the backroom post for details. :)
Also, potential trigger warning for suicide in the OOMs. (Wtf timing, pups?) Nothing at all graphic.]

damncompass

Joshua walks into the bar wearing a labcoat, and carrying a silver suitcase. Looking around, he winces. "Oh, fuck. This... is possibly not the best moment for this."

Ladies and gentlemen, there's a Joshua in the bar. ... with anti-matter. Oops.

mjolnir_retriever

Thor's father told him--

He said--

For years Odin and Frigga have lied to their sons. For years. For Thor's entire life, Loki's entire life. And about something so fundamental as this.

In Thor's mind was Loki's ravaged face, his bewildering vicious madness, and in Thor's heart was a rising tide of thunderous rage of his own -- and this is his father, his king, and a wiser man than Thor may ever be, and the man who lied about this, and Loki is dead.

The conversation was short, and went very poorly.

When Thor slams into Milliways, electricity is crackling up and down his arms, and his fists are clenched tight. He crosses the barroom in a minimum of strides; he's barely out the back door before he's launching himself into the air, and black clouds are boiling into being around him.

In some moods, Thor knows better than to be around people who don't deserve his anger. That's just about everyone, right now.

(He wants --

what he wants is his brother back. What he has is helpless rage, and no good target.)

Apologies to anyone who was enjoying the sunshine a minute ago.

[OOC: Open to tags, but your character will have to get Thor's attention if you want to thread. He's kind of preoccupied with being the center of a violent rainstorm-cum-temper-tantrum right now. Also, FYI, I can slowtime from tonight to tomorrow, but then I'll be internetless all weekend.]

ask_the_right_questions

There are three older men in Milliways tonight.

Dr Selvig came in from project pegasus, where he is still getting started on his work with the tesseract. He heads for the bar for a pint.

Alfred Pennyworth is seated at a table, with a glass of scotch.

Dr Epper meanwhile, is seated opposite him reading a dissertation. It seems that the arrival of the easter break has left him with a fair amount of reading to do, courtesy of his students.

At some point during the evening, they find themselves around a table having a discussion about something inane. They'd probably welcome company.

[OOC: 3 pups, 1 mun tag one you may get more!
And end hiatus! Projects are all handed in, nothing to worry about now until exams in a month!]

claudiometer

Claudia comes in with the Tesla plans under her arm again, but her plans are interrupted by a napkin from Bar.
"This better not be another - oh, okay. That's the kind of surprise I can live with."

Specials:

try Heisenberg's Uncertain Drink and it's free

She leaves it at that, but it's not long before her brother sneaks back behind the bar and adds a note of his own:

Stump the Physicist! Free drink if you come up with a theory that I haven't heard of; half off if you explain a theory correctly; 1/4 off if you try.

(OOC: Two siblings, one living room... some waiting, sometimes, as dinner happens. Tag one or both, possibly get both if you tag one anyway.)

[tiny tag: Joshua Donovan]

no_more_hiding

Out by the lake there is a red light that keeps appearing and bobbing about before disappearing. If you happen to step closer to the light you will find a young man who is looking at the night sky through a pair of high powered binoculars. He stops occasionally to turn on a flashlight with a red filter so he can write notes into a journal he has with him. Surprise, surprise, the night sky at the end of the universe holds many secrets.

He does have a few extra pairs of binoculars and a thermos of hot chocolate if you are interested in joining him.

[OOC: Slow until tomorrow but I wanted to get this up when it made sense.}

ask_the_right_questions

Erik has been busy recently, setting things up, working out what he needs to get settled with the university, as well as carefully and discretely working on a few ideas of what to do to work with the cube.

Indeed, he was focused on one of these ideas, when he failed to notice that he was not entering his office, but the Bar instead. When he recognizes where he is, he makes a line straight for the bar, and a pint.

[OOC: Let's add another to the Marvel EP chain! Erik needed one anyway.]

ask_the_right_questions

[OOM:
Somewhere, out in the middle of nowhere, with it's own airbase:

What is it?]

mjolnir_retriever

[OOM: After this eventful encounter:

Thor bids farewell to his Earth friends, and reunites with family.

...So far, it's not going so great.]

cute_bruiser

At some point, it occurred to Molly that at least one person she knows at Milliways probably isn't going to get any Christmas presents this year -- unless other patrons give them to him, anyway, and he's new, and didn't strike her as the kind to make friends all that fast.

Which totally sucks - after all, even she knows she's getting presents, even if she's also aware that most of them had to be stolen from dime stores and department shops or whatever, anywhere the staff weren't paying too much attention and they could get away quickly.

So, having found the bar today, she has spent... a long and very, very messy time in the kitchens.

Like, hours, only most of which were spent eating cake mix rather than actually baking.

As a result of which, Bar gets a very triumphant thirteen-year-old girl presenting her with a gift-wrapped cardboard box of nine quintuple-chocolate-and-raspberry muffins, each of which is topped with a large and spectacularly glittery letter (pink glitter, naturally) to spell out the words HAPPY XMAS. They're actually pretty good, but mainly because the rats helped whenever she got distracted, which was frequently.

"Can you give those to Bruce Banner for Christmas, please, Bar? You can say they're from me if he asks, but he'll probably guess."

No idea why...

Anyway, between those and the cakes she's made for the other runaways, there are still three giant and somewhat dubious-quality muffins left over. So there is a chocolate-smeared teenager sitting at the bar, Security badge neatly pinned to her hat, very smugly eating cake.

She may be convinced to share. At a push.

ask_the_right_questions

There's a man by the bar.

He's got his wallet out, and seems to be making a point to the bar.

"Put this on Bruce Banner's tab, please. And, I'd sooner you kept it anonymous, thanks."

Those with attentive eyes, will notice either the 4 $10 bills vanishing from the bar top, or maybe the $40 of credit that then goes onto the tab of one B.Banner.

"And I'll have a pint of Kopparbergs. No, not the cider, the beer."

So, there's one scientist, with a pint, at the bar. Eminently botherable.

ask_the_right_questions

[OOM: Erik finishes up in New Mexico,
and then returns to Culver university,
where he needs to have a talk with someone.]

mjolnir_retriever

[OOM: There's a new arrival in Puente Antiguo. A very tough and very, very destructive new arrival.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.]

mjolnir_retriever

[OOM: Back in New Mexico, Thor helps with breakfast, and readies himself to say farewell to his new friends.

Turns out fate had more of a reunion in mind, though.

Not to mention some information that puts a whole new complexion on... a lot of things.]

spit_it_out

Bruce has been around, but keeping a low profile. There seems to have been something going on around here, but he refrained from asking anyone, or getting involved. He can't really afford to.

Today though, it seems better. Like something's been resolved. So instead of taking food back upstairs to his room, he sits by the Observation Window - though he spends as much time watching the bar, as the universe exploding.

Forgive him if he looks your way. He's trying not to catch anyone's eye, but sometimes it's inevitable.

[OOC: ~~Will be around, on and off, for the next twelve hours, or so. There'll be some slowtime here and there, but I won't stop tagging until after midnight GMT~~.

Ahahaha, you're all fantastic. But I must crash now, even though I'd rather stay up and watch the election. Will pick up slows tomorrow! Thanks to all for tagging. <333]

ask_the_right_questions

[OOM: He's gone.]

ask_the_right_questions

The door opens onto the New Mexico desert, though the ground is a foot or so down from the level of the door.

Up into the bar, facing out, climbs Erik Selvig.

When he turns round, he freezes. "What?"

This seems too much like a bad dream.

ask_the_right_questions

[OOM: Oh. My. God.]

ask_the_right_questions

[oom: Was somebody else coming?]

mjolnir_retriever

[Immediately after this, Thor and Erik Selvig return to Puente Antiguo.

Erik is... a little worse for wear.

Luckily, Jane Foster is hospitable! If exasperated.

And really good at philosophical midnight conversations under the stars.]

[Tinytag: Jane Foster]

ask_the_right_questions

[oom: In which Erik makes a request for the release of one Dr Donald Blake, from the custody of S.H.I.E.L.D.

His request is granted, with a condition and Thor and Erik head off to ignore it.]

Some time after this, the front door opens. Erik Selvig stumbles through, supported by Thor.

Erik blinks at Milliways momentarily. He was headed outside. He was certain. Now he's still inside. What the? He turns to Thor, to see if the big guy is as surprised as he is.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns, tag one get the (possibly drunk) other free!]

[ooc: You guys are awesome thanks for threading so far! Slowtimes are now activated, although they may end in superslow times due to time zone issues, but we will thread!]

[tiny tag: Agent Phil Coulson]