milliways_bar | Entries tagged with garion of riva

As soon as Dot enters the bar she drops a small file window onto the Bartop.

"Bar, if you could distribute these to everyone on the list, I'd much appreciate it, thank you."

( Christmas card for Agent K, Annebelle Newfield, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Optimus, Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Barbara Gordon, Danny Phantom, Dani Phantom, YT, Hiro Protagonist, Hellboy and Liz Sherman, Mia Ausa, She-hulk, Suzi and Whistler, Carl Arbogast, Divis Mal, Foxtrot X-Ray, Bill Pardy, Garion, and Laini... )

What that out of the way and a nice digitized NA Egg Nog offered up by Bar, Dot's going to set up a little play area for the artist of this year's card. Mairi's still got some physical development to get a little help with. After all she's just started crawling on her own properly...

One Mother and daughter playing on a blanket in one corner of the Bar tonight, friends and well-meaning company welcome!

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

The problem with having a country whose most desirable export was it's wool was the animals that wool came from.

Of course, as part of the blend involved sheep, he'd had more than a few troubles with the various sheep farmers, their land and boundaries, and at least three problems just this season to do with specific taxes that needed to be corrected on lanolin production.

...this year, of course, was the year that the goat farmers started to cause trouble.

And it was for that reason that Garion decided to try the door that he'd ignored for some months as one "crisis" after another had taken up what time he had to give when he wasn't being a father. To be fair, it was his advisers that would call them that, as he was of a mind that anything which didn't imperil all of existence was merely "a bother", but it all took up daylight.

Not tonight, though. No, tonight, he was in for a chocolate milkshake and Nothing To Do With Farm Animals.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

But that didn't mean that Garion wasn't pleased to see the place. The fact that he wasn't clutching a pile of paperwork, or one of his children, or something embarrassing was certainly a bonus; that Ce'Nedra was already asleep for the night was practically a miracle. The smile that spread across his lips was easy and familiar, much like the basket of paradoxes and the chocolate shake that popped up practically before he sat.

"Thank you," he said with a soft pat to the counter.

It was good to be back.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Lives occasionally happen to people. There's paperwork to do, taxes to examine, ambassadors to throw into the port at Riva...

All right, that last one was something he'd wanted to do for most of the winter, but it wasn't anything he'd done.

Children got older and broke things and made things and painted things. And for those who come here, sometimes all those things just kept happening and the door to the end of the universe seemed less and less like a viable option. But tonight, for whatever reason, Garion and a friend made their way in for the first time in what seemed like forever. They sat at the counter. They ordered a flagon of ale each. They looked around to see what might be new, what might be different.

A Rivan king and a Drasnian prince walked into a bar. Ow.

Feel free to say hello.

[tag one, tag both, specify or not]

bashitwithearth.livejournal.com

In a rare moment of whim, Lexaeus is downstairs. He has a plate of roast in front of him, a beer next to his gloved hand, and his eye scanning the bar. It's obvious that he's considering something, though what is hard to say.

Carlos, on the other hand, is at the bar itself and he's very much not looking out. Perhaps he's here because he feels as if he hasn't done enough security work, but his focus is very much on one spot, the door, which doesn't seem to be providing him any pleasure at the moment. He has no food, but it's hard to say if he'd eat anything even if he did.

Meanwhile, the Rivan King has taken up a booth in the corner. He's got a massive amount of paper on the table and all around him but for once he's not signing any of it. Instead, he's looking over a number of large, rough drawings and consulting a few different tables and charts written on other sheets.

[specify who you'd like or randomized][tag: lexaeus]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Considering he'd noticed the fall foliage the last time he was in,and he's weathered three of these before, Garion really should have known what he was getting into when he walked into the bar today.

That doesn't change the confusion it causes when he's suddenly shorter and younger than he's been in quite some time. Also... dressed somewhat ridiculously. And his hand--

Did someone play with an oven as a child?

Well, he said to himself as he made his way over to the counter, at least his head was not full of pudding. Probably. Possibly. He wasn't checking.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion's actually in a relatively good mood.

This shouldn't be marked on the calendar or anything, as it's not an especially rare occurrence, but it is something to be remarked upon as it coincided with the finishing of an especially wonderful bit of public works.

The plumbing was done.

Riva was the very first country in all of Aloria to have running water and a sewage system. And yes, it'd come with a bit of outside assistance and of course, Tolnedra and Mallorea, to some extent, had had such things for quite a few years, but it was still an achievement and still something he could boast to.

As such, the drink specials were as follows:
Iceberg in Radioactive Water
Plum Liquor
Bonsai Pipeline

[ooc: sorry for lateness; jobs occasionally suck][up for a while]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

A split opens right near the door, a little like a line in space and time, and after a moment some fingers slip through. The fingers don't do much more before the hole is opened wider and a rather worse-for-wear Sir Nicholas Fury makes his way through. Not too much after, he's followed by Garion of Riva, a distinctly sickly looking greenish Orb glowing on the pommel of his sword over his shoulder.

"You need the infirmary," he says immediately.

acts_of_gord

[OOM: Four teams from Milliways were unleashed upon City 17 recently. Team Dunkirk was named for a historic evacuation effort. Team Ninja was named for the infiltrators who slipped unnoticed behind enemy lines to knock their knees out from under them. Team Destroy was named for their mission objective, plain and simple. The last team was named Team Tennyson.

It's short for 'Thank God No One Teaches Tennyson Any More, Because No One Wants To Be The Light Brigade'. Boldly they rode and well, into the jaws of Death, into the mouth of Hell....]

[Ah, but what sort of a campaign would it be if everybody's fate was known?]

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Barney Calhoun, Sir Nicholas Fury, Garion of Riva, Alyx Vance, Chell Johnson]

acts_of_gord

[OOM: Some time back, Gordon Freeman called for volunteers.

Today, they came.

And in City 17, some of them started spiking the Combine's wheels, as others made sure humanity's hope for the future got away safely. But there's still more to come...]

[tinytags: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Barney Calhoun, Annabelle Newfield, Captain Ryan, X-23, Divis Mal, Dinah Lance, Vic Sage, Chell, John Vattic, Sir Nicholas Fury, Garion of Riva]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion looked a little strange as he took the bar tonight. It was almost like he was talking to himself, but there was something about how he moved his head, and the irritated expression on his face, that said that there was a little more to it than that.
Tonight's Specials
Pucker Sucker
Rasberry Stupid
Starseeker
"What'll you have?"

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion is still in Earth clothing as he takes his place behind the bar tonight. He'd gotten used to it, after all, and it seemed to make certain people comfortable. Plus, there's the fact that the sword over his shoulder at least confuses the matter enough to be a bit more palatable to the general oddness of the place. A little bit of everything for everyone.~~First Three Drinks Requested On Special~~
Brown ale. ___________ ____________ half off!
And he starts on shining the counter.

acts_of_gord

Gordon's been conferring with Alyx for as much information as she can give him about the situation back in City 17. He's more or less decided not to accept the possibility of a second timeskip; the idea's too painful to contemplate, on numerous levels. Regardless, they're going to need backup when they finally do return, which is why a neatly lettered sign goes up on the notice board:

Two Bound bar patrons from an Earth currently under the complete domination of technologically advanced extradimensional aliens are seeking help freeing one of Earth's few remaining cities from their control. Guns & ammo will be made available upon arrival. For further information contact Gordon Freeman or Alyx Vance via the Bar, or look for someone wearing one of the following logos:

The circled lambda and the Black Mesa corporate logo are drawn in bright red marker in the middle of the page.

Thank you.

P.S.: If anyone can tell Dr. Freeman why his door has been replaced with a large, disturbing chocolate sculpture and how to remedy the situation, it would be greatly appreciated.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Chell, John Vattic]

ami_imperfect

Dani's been in and out of Milliways lately, spending some time in Amity Park with her "cousin" and his friends. Why just recently she spent a day of "girl bonding" with Sam and Jazz.

And okay, she helped kick a few ghost butts while she was in town too.

Right now Dani's sitting in the bar, finishing up her dinner. She has no concrete plans for the evening, other than possibly going out for some zipboard practice later.

In other words, she's botherable.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion comes into the bar with heavy, plodding steps that seem all the more tired for the fact that his head is bowed somewhat. He makes his way behind the bar and starts putting up the specials, a little troubled for the moment but not about to miss his shift. A few minutes later, a young reddish wolf comes through the door and settles at his feet as he finishes putting up the specials.
Today's Specials
Danbooka
Pink California Sunshine
Amaretto Sunrise Crush
"Come to watch over me?"

The young wolf doesn't answer, but that might be just because it's obvious.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

From here.

Jason stalks through the door, making straight for the Bar. That he doesn't immediately notice the obvious change in energy between the Lunatic Cafe and Milliways is a testament to how irritable he truly is.

He looks around for a bartender grumpily, then notices with shock that a pint of Guinness has suddenly appeared in front of him. He frowns, studying the glass. There was writing on the napkin that simply said, "Welcome Back."

He blinks and slowly raises his head, his expression softening at what he sees.

"I'll be damned..." he murmurs.

Jason Schuyler is back in Milliways.

OOC: Mun is recently returned from a LONG absence in Bar and has a kiddo that will be waking soon. Responses may become slow, but they will come!

OOC: ~~Kiddo is up, so we're moving at snail pace~~ Slowtime please? I'll catch them later this evening. Thank you all for a great re-entry!

gone_byebye

[OOM: A discovery is made in a bookshop in Oregon.]

The door opens on a hotel room like any other hotel room in the United States.

"GARION!" Ray yells- and the man doesn't yell often. "We have a problem!"

[OOC: Yes, the discovery is a plot. Yes, it has been cleared with the existing muns from that canon- all the muns- and has been since January.]

alittle-priest.livejournal.com

Jack Priest, who has been avoiding just about everyone in an attempt to get a better handle on his Serbian (considering), has taken up a seat in one of the booths. He's working his way through a late lunch, early dinner, while quietly mouthing the words he's reading through every few bites. It's difficult, learning a language alone, but it's something to keep busy with.

At the bar counter itself, Carlos Ramirez is enjoying a plate of nachos and a beer. He's not really on duty, but he's around mostly because if he's going to sit for a while and try and figure out a new defensive measure for his outfit, he might as well do it where there's plenty of beer, food to munch on, and people to distract him when he gets annoyed.

Outside, a man and his no that's not really a horse are busy having a discussion about heading back out to start their mission. Fess is of a mind that Rod should make sure he's completely 'repaired' after the rough landing, whereas Rod wants to get back to business. The robotic companion has of course dealt with obstinate owners before, but it never loses its charm.

Lastly, Garion trots in to settle down before his bartending shift. He's been dealing with the Tolnedran ambassador all day and he's pretty sure Mike or Indy would take exception to him cutting anyone in half. So really, this is best for everyone. He takes a table and orders up a hamburger, two chocolate shakes, and some fried paradoxes.

[ooc: multipup since they're all up and I don't want to waste the opportunity][tiny tag: rod gallowglass, jack priest]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

After another discussion, Garion has decided to try something new. As such, Garion was currently a large white wolf sitting just beneath the counter and the specials board reads as such:

Today's Special
Pet the wolf's head and your drink is on the bartender
If free booze didn't do it, he didn't know what would.

acts_of_gord

Yesterday was interesting, in a way that involved bullets and smoke grenades. It could have been a lot more interesting if the guards had been any better; Gordon hasn't had a helmet since the anti-mass spectrometer. For that reason, and for that reason only, Gordon excused himself from the work Fury and Rogers were doing and made for Milliways. "Bar," he says when he arrives, "are there records of patrons who could supply a helmet for this-"

He stops before he gets to 'suit', staring down at the familiar helmet that materialized in front of him.

"No, not like that. For combat in Fury's world."

A small pile of what amounts to gas mask parts materializes, and a set of tools.

"Firearm combat. With headshots."

The note that appears after that reads, in essence, we'll talk about that once you've finished with the respirator install. And since Bar refuses to communicate further or provide him with anything else except soda, a bowl of paradoxes, and over-the-counter painkillers, that means Gordon can be found at one of the better-lit tables, scowling and working on modifying his helmet in indignant silence.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

cpd-blackkitten.livejournal.com

It's her office at the station this time that brings her to Milliways.

Karrin had been ready to write off the last time as an exhaustion-induced reverie, but that apparently isn't the case.

"God, not again," she mutters.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion's happy to be back behind the counter since it's been a while and he's noticed that after he's been kinging for too long without some manner of break, he gets a bit grumpy. The Rivan people are rather forgiving, but while they'd never say anything to their king, the third radish incident is about the time the maids start pointing out that he hasn't gone by the west wing of late and where's that nice gentleman with the Melcene robes will he be by again sometime soon?

As such, Garion's behind the counter, putting up the specials with something like relief.
Today's Specials
King of Denmark
Queen Soda
Prince's Smile
Little Princess Cocktail
"Can I get you anything?"

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

[OOM: The first of many assignments AKA No Rest for, well, Garion]

The door opened and Garion of Riva, dressed very unGarionlike made his way to the counter. He didn't exactly look weary so much as faintly annoyed and he wasn't exactly hungry so much as he wanted something tasty to chew on to distract him from being annoyed. If he was any other Alorn, he'd probably have asked for an ale, but that seemed almost like overkill for what he'd been asked to do.

Garion got a milkshake, a hamburger, and some onion rings instead before settling in for a while.

gone_byebye

It's been a horrifically long plane ride for Ray, and Dr. Ndebele, it turns out, is running late. Ray considers that his cue to stock up on caffeine and air conditioning, since he's not going to be in Brazzaville long before it's time to go out in the field again. "Hey, Bar?" he calls as he steps in. "Can I get some Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and whatever you consider necessary to compensate for jet lag and airplane food, nutritionally speaking?"

The cereal arrives, along with a bottle of vitamins and an acerbic note that the Bar is neither a nutritionist nor a physician licensed to prescribe anything whatsoever.

"Sorry. But thank you."

[Tinytag: Bella Moriarty]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

It's a strange little time loop that has him remembering that it's his shift today. He wonders if maybe he should hightail it in case the period-appropriate Garion decides to come in to work but he figures that if it'd happened, he'd remember it, so he's safe enough.

Ahh paradox. How we love thee.
Drink Specials
Once Upon A Time
Space Odyssey
A Fuzzy Thing
Happy Hour is a go!

[ooc: as stated in a couple other posts, Garion's not quite himself... or rather, himself but quite a ways in the future][sorry for lateness: allergies are prodding buttock]