milliways_bar | Entries tagged with evan lorne

Orpheus has decided that, given the current instability of the bar, it's best if he stays here until whatever doom is coming actually arrives. He really doesn't want to lose access to the place.

So he's at a booth that is still in reasonably good condition, watching chaos mount with appropriate musical accompaniment.

Posner isn't quite sure what to make of all the changes. He's currently arguing with a waitrat over why he can't seem to get a proper cup of tea. He doesn't want to be a bother, though, so he finally gives up with a faint sigh.

"No, it's fine. I'll manage."

After having made sure that he could still make it to his cabin, Lorne decided to come back into the bar just to make sure there wasn't anything he could be doing to help with all the mess. Or just to be on hand in case something ugly happened.

It's his experience that weird shit like this usually precedes something ugly.

Teyla had brought Torren in for a break from the city, hoping the change of scenery might be a welcome distraction for them both. Unfortunately, Torren is now of an age where he delights in wandering off and hiding under anything at once convenient. Teyla is seriously considering making Rodney pay for having taught him the concept of hide and seek.

At the moment, he's decided an occupied table is the best thing to conceal himself under, and Teyla is attempting to discover which table he's decided to use.

Alcide hasn't been coming here often enough yet to be at all immune to the strangeness that is Milliways, so he's looking rather concerned as he steps into the bar, looking around warily.

"This place just keeps gettin' weirder and weirder.

As things have been getting more and more complicated in Wonderland since the arrival of that Oyster (not the Alice, but an Alice), Hatter is well satisfied to find himself in this strange, little watering hole once again. Even if it is a bit of a shambles at the moment.

Having tried and failed to get a plate of muffins to go with his tea, and having been given a pizza (something he is entirely unfamiliar with) and a tall glass of milk instead, he's going to find a good spot to sit and watch the end of the end of the universe from. He's always been good at spectator sports.

Bertie hasn't been here in, oh...simply ages. And he doesn't seem to think much amiss with the current state of the bar.

"Here again, is it? Are we having a party?"

[ooc: Multi-pup post! Tag one, tag all! This is a last shebang for some of these who won't be coming along in the move. I may be a bit slow, but I will try to get back to tags as soon as I can manage.]

callmemajor

When Lorne comes into Milliways tonight, he cuts straight through the bar to head up to his cabin, as he usually does. A bit later, he comes back, with his boyfriend, both in their dress blues.

Tugging Jack along by his hand, Lorne makes his way to the bar and asks if they might be able to take over for the evening. Once they have permission, the two of them step behind the bar and spend a few minutes flipping through the book of drinks, until they agree on a few specials. Lorne embellishes the sign with a combination of rainbows and fighter jets, possibly a uniform or two.

Specials

Love Me Tender

Jet Pilot

Army Special

1/2 off bottles of champagne for servicemen and women

Scribbled under this as an after thought are the words, 'Or anyone in love.'

And Lorne fully intends to go on kissing his boyfriend until they have a customer.

[ooc: Happy hour is up until around 9pm PST. Come and celebrate the repeal of DADT!]

callmemajor

As is usual on this particular day, Lorne is somewhat subdued when he comes into the bar in his dress blues. He takes a seat on one of the stools, and before he can even ask for anything, two glasses of whiskey appear for him, along with a napkin with a sketch of a poppy on it.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

[ooc: Slows definite, but I had to get him in for Veteran's Day. :)]

callmemajor

It's Memorial Day, which means it's about time for Lorne to show up all spiffy in his dress blues and quietly make his way to the bar, where he asks for (and receives) a glass of scotch (the quality of which is much better than he asked for).

Unasked for, he receives a small cupcake with an American flag in frosting on the top, which does its intended duty of making him smile, just a little.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

callmemajor

It's been a while since Lorne's been asked to bartend, but he hasn't forgotten how it works, so when the familiar napkin pops up, he smiles and says, "Sure thing, sweetheart," before vaulting over the bar to set up.

In a few minutes, a specials' board (decorated with sombreros and chili peppers in colorful chalk) is posted. It reads:

Specials

Corona
Sol
Dos Equis
Cuervo
Patron

Half off for any good stories about 'that one time in Mexico...'

"Happy hour's open, folks. What can I get you?"

othercaptjack

Jack has been sitting at the bar ~~'cleaning his gun'~~ cleaning his gun peacefully. After a while, however, a napkin pops up on Bar's surface, and he blinks then grins down at it.

"Of course I can," he tells her. "Where'd you keep the books?"

Ten minutes later, the specials are chalked up on the board and Jack stands ready, stripped down to shirtsleeves and a grin.

Specials - half off if you're cute.
(Who am I kidding; it's Milliways, I'm easy. You're all cute.)

Dirty Martini
Basil Mojito
Peach Daiquiri

Shooter: Extraterrestrial
Free if you tell me how you saved the world and I'm pretty sure you're telling me the truth.

"Happy hour, people!"

[OOC: AHAHAHAHA YOU PEOPLE. ~~Closed to new threads now, or I'll never get anywhere with the ones already started. Poke me any other time if you missed out!~~

And now, bedtime. <3 I call slows and will catch up later!]

callmemajor

It's a rare occasion that sees Lorne in the bar in his dress blues. Veteran's day qualifies.

When he gets to the bar, before he can order, a glass of his favorite bourbon appears with a napkin that reads: On the house, Major.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he says, settling in with his drink.

ps_you_look_hot

It goes like this:

Nikola steps into the bar and finds himself redressed for the holiday.

The door opens again, and Lorne steps in and finds himself redressed as well.

Neither of their costumes seems particularly out of the ordinary until the two men look at each other.

“Parrish?”

“Detective Kavanaugh?”

“No, Major Lorne. I…Doc? You’re not Dr. Parrish, are you?”

“Certainly not.” Nikola draws himself to his full height, but his attempts to look imposing are somewhat hindered by the bulky jacket and (good lord, really?) cargo shorts he seems to be wearing. “And you’re not Joe Kavanaugh.”

“Nope.” Lorne looks down at his dark trousers and white, button-down shirt, shoulder holster strapped in place and a badge proclaiming him a detective in the Old City Police Department.

“Well, then, Major…Happy Halloween.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And they both go their separate ways, Nikola to a couch by the fire (where, in a moment, he will no doubt discover the travesty that has been perpetrated on his hair) and Lorne to the bar to order a pint.

[ooc: Two pups, one mun. Say in your tag who you're tagging. I'll be out all day tomorrow and most of Sunday, but consider this post open forever.

ETA: Also? Car keys bait for Sari Sumdac (for Lorne) and the Flying Squirrel (for Nikola).]

noteful

[Play Ball!]

[OOC: The link above takes you to the beginning of the Milliways Baseball game. From there, everything is linked in sequence, or you can hop around looking for your friends and relations. Spectators are still welcome. Later this evening, there will be a link to the post-game party, and everyone is invited.]

callmemajor

Today the bar finds itself in the company of two (relatively) familiar faces who are not often seen together.

Lorne has taken on babysitting duties to give Teyla and Kanaan some time alone together. And when his bouncing walk with Torren took him into Milliways, he accepted that gladly.

Which means there's an Air Force major wandering around the bar holding a quite small baby that doesn't belong to him, trying to get him to go back to sleep.

[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls. Come bask in the cuteness/make fun of the faces Lorne is making at the baby.]

firstcptjack.livejournal.com

There's a Jack (the dead pilot one) having supper and reading a book in a booth, and savoring both.

walktheworlds

He was technically meant to be in the infirmary still. But he could only lay down for so long. He's sure after removing the piece of equipment on his finger that the monitors would go off. It'd no doubt alert Keller to his escape. But at the present moment he didn't care. Moving towards the door (even if it wasn't at a normal pace), he walks out it intending to head back to his quarters or to the East Pier. Though that's not what happens... he has to stop and stare at the bar that he's just walked into. He doesn't recall Atlantis holding a bar like this. Maybe it was the pain meds...

Either way he's standing by the door he just came through (that's also disppeared) in a white hospital gown, hand going over where the vine... hive body part... whatever it wanted to be called had sunk into his flesh. "Huh..."

[OOC: At the moment Sheppard is taken from Season 5 Episode 2. Or at least from the very end of it.]

firstcptjack.livejournal.com

Jack--the other other Captain Jack--doesn't know his namesake is in the bar.

What he does know is that he's got a fine summer supper on the table, a book and a leisurely hour or two to pass.

callmemajor

Air Force major, sketchpad, beer.

Someone needs to unwind.

likesthecoat

The Bar has an uncanny ability to sense when Ianto comes into Milliways to brood: she always asks him to bartend on those days. He supposes this is a good thing: it keeps him from dwelling too much in his own head.

There's nothing wrong with playing to his own strengths, too.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
COFFEE
Vermont Coffee
Gunline Coffee
Newfoundland Coffee

He takes off his jacket and tie, and rolls up his sleeves.

Ninja!barista!teaboy on duty.

callmemajor

Lorne really just wanted a beer today when he came in, but it seems Bar remembers his preferences from last year, so instead of a simple pint of Mac and Jack, he's given a bottle of Sam Adams and a plate full of picnic-style goodness (beer brats, potato salad, watermelon, something made from Jell-o, apple pie, etc.), which is really more a platter than a plate and definitely more than Lorne will be able to eat on his own.

"Happy 4th of July to you too, sweetheart," he murmurs, and takes his oversized feast to a nearby table.

tiny, overfed!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: I'll be running off for 4th of July festivities of my own shortly, but the EP will be open until Lorne's next.]

callmemajor

Lorne is...feeling out of sorts.

Which generally means it's time to take a break, so he's rather pleased to find himself in Milliways tonight. For a given value of 'pleased'.

The nice thing about Milliways, he figures, is that you can drink as much as you like, sleep off the hangover, and be back at work every bit as fresh as when you left.

So there's an Air Force major, at the bar, with a half-full pint of beer and two shots of tequila lined up.

tiny-soon-to-be-inebriated!tag: Evan Lorne

likesthecoat

Ianto Jones is a diary-keeping fellow. Sometimes the entries are dashed off hastily so he doesn't forget details. Sometimes he sits and writes slowly, considering each word, being more open with the paper than he is with any living being.

This is one of the reasons why he likes Milliways: aside from the perfect coffee, there's always a place to sit and write.

Teaboy, tie loosened, at a table, sometimes looking up to watch the fire or the observation window, but mostly writing.

callmemajor

Lorne takes in the changes to the bar with the sort of mild amusement that says he's been in Milliways too long to be surprised.

He is, however, a little surprised when he sits at the bar and is asked if he wants to reconfigure. First, though, he decides to ( check out the options )

"Wait," he says to no one in particular. "I could be a puppy?"

tiny-undecided!tag: Evan Lorne

callmemajor

It's Memorial Day, at least by the Bar's calendar, and by Lorne's as well.

So there's a USAF major in full dress blues, just come from the memorial service in Atlantis (where such things are very meticulously observed), feeling a bit melancholy and in need of a drink.

His cover comes off as soon as he steps inside and gets tucked away inside his jacket as he steps up to the bar.

"Scotch, please," he says softly. "Two."

tiny-remembering!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open until it falls of the page.]

likesthecoat

Ianto is at the bar--not behind it, which is fine with him--drinking scotch.

You see, when a deceased coworker suddenly isn't quite so deceased . . . you need something stronger than coffee.

Not much scotch, though. He's got to get back to the office soon. Promises to keep.

[tiny tag: Cal Chandler, Major Evan Lorne]

childofathos

There’s considerably less of Teyla than there was the last time she was in the bar. This probably has something to do with the tiny, sleeping person wrapped in a blue blanket and cradled carefully in her arms.

She does have an escort of a sort, though: one Air Force major, complete with crutches and fresh stitches just above his forehead.

Lorne is…well, not much of an escort in his current condition, but he does try.

Both mother and major are sitting on a couch near the fire. Teyla has a cup of tea nearby, and Lorne has his foot propped up on the coffee table and is busy sketching the new family.

tiny, Atlantean!tags: Teyla Emmagan, Evan Lorne

[ooc: One mun, two pups: tag one or both, but please specify in comments. Open ‘til it scrolls off.]

callmemajor

There's no word on Sheppard, Teyla's still missing, and Ronon's brooding around the city ready to pummel anyone who looks at him the wrong way.

Lorne could use a distraction or two.

So while he's not necessarily in the best of moods when he sits down at the bar to order a beer before heading out to the cabin, he's more than willing to help out when a napkin pops up asking him to tend bar.

He steps behind the counter and pulls up the specials board:

Specials

Beer

The less he has to think about the better.

tiny!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open 'til 9ish PDT.]

callmemajor

[oom: Lorne's getting really tired of having to apologize to his CO.]

The door from the infirmary leads to Milliways today, which Lorne figures is pretty typical. Keller had pushed a plastic cup of sleeping pills into his hand as he'd left, making him promise to take them if his heart rate wasn't back to normal in an hour.

How that fits into Milliways time, he has no idea.

He slides onto a school at the bar. Coffee is definitely a bad idea. Beer too.

"Can I get...something relaxing?"

He takes the cookies and milk that appear over to a chair by the fire, figuring he'll finish them off before heading to the cabin.

Sitting still that long could prove difficult.

tiny-overstimulated!tag: Evan Lorne

callmemajor

Sometime between coming into the bar the last time and spending several weeks in the cabin with Jack, Lorne’s door has disappeared. It bothers him less than it did the last time. (Mostly because this time there’s nothing urgent waiting for him on the other side, and he knows he’ll eventually be allowed to go back.)

When he sits at the bar to order a quick beer before heading back to the cabin, a note pops up, and since it’s been so long since he last tended, he replies with a, “Sure. No problem.”

He regrets his answer the moment he steps behind the bar. His shirt disappears, replaced with several strings of beads, and a colorful mask settles itself across his nose.

Another note pops up on next to a cake : Make up something appropriate for the specials board, please.

It could be worse. He could look like that guy. Or that one over there. All the same, he mutters, “You owe me for this,” as he pulls up the specials board.

Mardi Gras Specials
Hurricane
Mojito
New Orleans Buck
Red Stallion

½ off anything with rum

Free slice of King Cake for anyone who orders in French.*

He makes no notes about what activities he’ll be giving out beads for. He’ll leave that up to the individual patrons.

*If your pup orders in French, please provide a translation, as mun speaks only a smattering of German, which will likely be no help at all.

[ooc: Happy hour open until 8pm PST-ish. Have fun!

er...and...apologies for the very, very bad manip on the icons. I'm not so skilled at such things.]