milliways_bar | Entries tagged with george luz

gotapenny.livejournal.com

Oh it had been quite a long time since a certain uniformed class clown had walked into the bar. Months in fact if you asked the man that had it calculated down to the day if he had a second to think about it. The honest truth was things were moving faster outside his door than he had anticipated when he had last been in there. They had lost Sobel as their commanding officer, almost lost Winters from the Company, and gained him back with a new CO.

Now they were getting ready to go to war.

When the door opened the sounds of a busy military case could be seen and heard as the uniformed paratrooper ducked through what looked to be a tent. His face was blacked out with charcoal and smears across his uniform. The rest of his gear was out waiting close by to the sounds of roaring C-47 engines. "..get the stuff, Frank. Jesus Christ! You'd think that the kid would re..mem..ber.." Glancing up George blinked more than a few times as he saw the layout of Milliways and quickly shut the door behind him.

It was neither a mad reaction or a happy one that crossed the paratroopers face. Tech Sergeant George Luz had other things to keep on his mind over a bar appearing in the company's last billet for a while. "Damn door sneaking up like that, he murmured, shifting the rifle strap on his shoulder as he moved toward the bar. He needed a drink or five.

wheelsy_sheriff

[UPSTAIRS: George Luz. A barber he is not.

OOM: Bill Pardy. Sneaky he is not.]

Bill walks in, sees where he's at and starts to walk right back out. Stopping mid-pivot he debates, gives in and then heads for the bar.

"Bar, can I get a hat an' somethin' to do?"

Self-conciously he runs a hand over his very, very short hair and glances around before looking at the cap that appears with a jigsaw puzzle.

"I ain't wearin' that."

He shakes his head and stops when a second hat appears next to the first.

Bill blinks then quickly picks up the first cap along with the puzzle and walks away.

"Thank you, Bar."

Settling down at a table he puts on the hat, opens the box and starts to sort through pieces.

[tiny tag: Kate Warner]

wheelsy_sheriff

[oom: therapy.]

Bill has had a lot of time on his hands lately, and not a whole lot to do with it. His doctor suggested he find a hobby. Bill, not having a clue and not willing to go wandering around Carol's Hobby Hut back home like an idiot, has come here for ideas.

Bar has been giving suggestions in the form of books and materials, and a few different kits.

Right now he's working on a mess. A mess that's supposed to be a jet. Beside him are several partially completed projects, none that look very well done.

Bill is scowling as he tries to affix the tiny chair into the tiny cockpit and not get glue over everything. None of this he's succeeding at.

"Who the hell would do this for fun?"

Even though he's grumbling to himself he probably wouldn't mind company. Anything for an excuse to give up on this latest hobby fiasco.

[ooc: Kind of late so open for all kinds of forever.]

badinlatin

Mal's in the bar tonight. It's been awhile since he's felt up to much in the way of socializing, but he's doing alright tonight.

If you ask the narration why, the narration will probably not admit the lift in Mal's mood having to do with Kaylee and Simon back on Serenity for the weekend.

Regardless, Mal is slipping behind already on the work slated for the Firefly-class ship in disrepair in the garage. He is ordering dinner at the bar before getting on with his ever-growing to-do list.

gotapenny.livejournal.com

[OOM: Well that dog just ain't gonna hunt.]

George Luz was king for the day. Why? He pulled a fast one over on their CO and got him into some serious trouble. Thus the reason that the paratrooper stumbles through the door laughing so hard he's crying trying to tell his friends he'd catch up with them as soon as he got his gear returned to his bunk.

"Hi ho Silver!" the men could he heard saying and laughing as they walked away.

Upon seeing the Bar, Luz, still laughing, wiped at his eyes. Today was a glorious day. Ask and he might tell you what happened.

gotapenny.livejournal.com

So it was a certain sort of training day in Aldbourne, England for the men of Easy Company 506. The only reason people in the bar would know this would be the fact that when a certain radioman for the company comes strolling in through the front door, walking backwards, juggling about four or five pouches about his shoulders and neck, and a bazooka on his shoulder.

Yes. Special training day for Easy Company.

Spinning around at the sound of the Bar was the easy part though in the process George almost took out the doorway and a person at the closest table. But the be-helmeted man grinned like the goof he as while kicking the door behind him. "Anyone seen Bill Guarnere about? Come on- you know who. Loud mouth, wise assed man wearin a uniform like me?"

It was hunting season in Milliways.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill comes in with a small bundle of gifts in his arms and heads straight to Bar to deposit them.

"Make sure those get to who they belong to, please?"

The packages are wrapped in penguin paper with stick-on bows and the tape seems to have gotten the better of Bill in a couple places but the notes that go with them were written rather legibly on sheets of white paper.

( For Doc: )

( For Will: )

( For Nathan: )

( For Miss Katherine: )

Bar takes the gifts and Bill recieves his in return along with a mug of hot chocolate.

"Hey, thanks darlin'."

With a smile he takes them to a table and has a seat.

He's in a rather good mood tonight so company is totally welcome.

justdidntseeit

When the Front Door opens, there's a pause, then a quick, "Hold the door for just a second, please?"

Less than a minute later, Kate steps across the threshold, two gift bags in tow -- the smaller one is red and stuffed with green tissue paper; the other is green, filled with red-and-white striped tissue paper.

With a glance around the bar, she heads to the counter to drop off the bags.

( For Doc Scurlock )

( For Paul Avery )

That done, she and Bar have a conversation involving several napkins while Kate requests some changes to her living quarters. (It's part of Boo's present.) When they're finished, Kate receives a key to her new suite, complete with a small kitchen and an attached room for Boo. (Bar also supplies a Boo-sized silver doorknob that will serve as Boo's new key.)

She's wrapping Boo's doorknob in gold tissue paper when two gifts appear on the bartop -- a PONG console in an Aqua Velva-blue laundry basket, and a gorgeous silk scarf with an intricate vine pattern.

With a quiet laugh, she requests two blank cards and a pen from Bar and begins composing thank-you notes to add to Paul and Doc's bags.

- - - - -

A few stools away, Ben Wade is also chuckling to himself.

(He's just received his own presents from Doc.)

At Ben's request, Bar fills the cup with cocoa; Ben's still smirking as he begins writing a note (containing his own gift ~~of sorts~~) to Doc.

[ ooc: two completely botherable pups, one mun! tag one or both, i'm easy like ~~sunday morning~~ that. post is open indefinitely for tags, y'all. ]

gotapenny.livejournal.com

England was...nice. A little to rainy for George Luz's opinion but it beat the hot weather of Georgia any time. The only thing that didn't make England the best place in the world was two things. First was they would be going into Europe sometime with the when and wheres unknown to them. The second was Captain Sobel. Sure Winters was trying his best to keep the men in line because of that man but, well, there was only so much that he could do. It was going to be up to them deal with the man or so it seemed.

Stepping into the barn what had heepn converted over to their dining hall, Luz stopped as booted feet met worn wood floors instead of dirt. Tearing his eyes away from the tech manuel that he was reading his jaw dropped slightly as he spoted Milliways. He hadn't expected to see that again since...

Closing the book he slipped it into one of the pants pockets and quickly moved inside closing the door. "Oh how glad I am t' see you again!"

Welcome back, George.

gotapenny.livejournal.com

So Luz had been enjoying a rather relazing day doing nothing and, well, nothing. It wasn't until he got to the bar for another drink that the note appeared causing him to hoarse laugh. "Right, doll, give me a minute to go change into something more a little proper. You supply the music and I'll supply the drinks."

Within twenty minutes the former Sergeant of Easy Company was behind the bar dressed in a more relaxed version of his Class A's with the tie lose about his neck and jacket not buttoned up. He'd been a fairly decent 'tender for Easy throughout the War and now to be able to do it for Milliways was going to be a blast!

Behind the bar he picked up the piece of chalk spinning it in the air before catching it and writing:

Happy Hour Specials:
Moscow Mule
Zombie Cocktails
Rum and Coca Cola

"All right," Luz said when he stepped back. "Hit it, Bar!" And with that Sing, Sing, Sing started to play somewhere in the background. "Come and get it folks! Any beers from the 40's half off if you can name it!"

[ooc: And slowtimes must be called upon tending threads! Still open for tags and will pick up tomorrow before class! Thanks all!]

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

There was a bearded man, still in scruffy, haggard looking clothing making his way across the bar. It's a bar, should be easy to get a drink. Just something so he didn't have that burnt face of his inner demons and guilt staring back at him yet again. Something so he didn't have to think about his missing brother, or the fact his own wife's driven him away.

If ever a man needed a distraction... it was certainly one Nathan Petrelli, ex-Congressman of New York

gotapenny.livejournal.com

Today had been a bad day so far- well it had started off rather well before he had found his jumpboots missing. After hours of tearing his room apart the boots were still missing which had boggled his mind to no end.

So, after coming down the steps into the common room, George Luz in his besocked feet climbed onto of a table before clearing his throat. "Excuse me! Sorry to bother everyone but has anyone seen a pair of military style jumpboots? Brown, worn down, sized nine like everyone else in the rest of the Army runnin around here? I'll buy a round of beer for the person that manages to return them."

will_scarlett

A scrawny boy lost in folds of a woolen tunic and hose runs into the Bar on dirty bare feet before stopping to stare.

He should be hiding, the bruise on his face will be purple soon which will make Da unhappy but he had to keep Mary safe.

Its just he's never seen such riches and he'll be in trouble.

(OOC: The mun is trying something. Thanks in advance for your patience and help.)

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Older Nathan was in the bar, and then somewhere, the burned man in the hospital bed woke up. And he vanished from where he stood in the bar.

And now the Front Door was opening, and there was a young boy peering in. Blinking at the sight of the bar that he thought was his closet door. He had been taken to his room by the nanny after getting shooed out of the living room. Ma and Dad were having their 'meetings' again, and he wasn't allowed to stick around even though he was a big boy now.
But there's never been a whole place inside his closet before!

He slowly walked in, and then saw the Observation Window.

"....wow! Like Star Wars!" He then ran over for a better look at it. Meet Nathan Petrelli, Age 10.

gotapenny.livejournal.com

Bonfires generally helped make people feel better especially when there was booze involved. Well, not to mention the chance to shoot the breeze and tell stories or jokes. With the way things were going within the bar right now...it seemed like a good idea to get some people together for one.

So Luz spent all day getting enough wood for a decent sized fire, charged some hotdogs, burgers, chips and weinies to his tab along with enough booze to drink a paratrooper compant sober again. Chairs were not an option. Say sorry!

It was still rather cool out but the roaring fire down by the sound was perfect enough to forget about a coat for once.

Anyone is welcome to join!

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill walks up to Bar tonight intent on ordering up some dinner. When he gets to the counter a napkin with a note appears.

Mal, could you take tonight's
tending shift?
Thanks.

The writing looks sleepy, if it's possible for handwriting to look sleepy, which might explain things. Bill blinks and smiles, "Oh no, I ain't...Bar? Bar?"

A second napkin appears and Bill sighs when he reads it.

ZZZzzzzz...

"Great." Tucking the napkins away into his shirt pocket Bill looks around, leans over and looks back behind the counter and finally heads onto the other side. May as well go ahead with it.

He takes up the specials board and considers a moment then writes.

I'm Bill Pardy
Specials:

1/2 off anything that's simple

With that done he dusts the chalk off his hands and starts poking around behind the bar waiting for customers.

[tiny tags: Hedwig Robinson, Kate Warner, Matt Addison]

[ooc: And that's gonna do it for me. Thanks so much for the Bill!love and tagging, slowtime is love if you want it.]

over_europe

Lewis Nixon's frown morphs into a pleased grin as he steps through the door, covered in dust, dried mud, and dark stubble, with a clipboard under his arm, his rifle over his shoulder, and his helmet set on his head at a rakish angle, chinstraps dangling. Retreats aren't something he enjoys. Organizing them? Even less so. This one's a mess, and he'd much rather wet his dry whistle in Milliways than walk up and down the retreating column on the road in (on its way out of) Holland, trying to find out just where in the hell Speirs and Dog Company got themselves to.

Adding to his annoyance is the fact that, in all the chaos, he has yet to be able to requisition a new helmet. It's not exactly a rush job. The two holes-where the bullet entered and exited, taking a slice of his skin with it-can't do much to hurt the helmet's structual integrity, and Nixon isn't a man to belabor the point for aesthetic purposes. He's perfectly comfortable with himself and his gear not looking their prettiest. What he doesn't like is the heebie-jeebies looking at the damn thing gives him; he doesn't like remembering being knocked on his ass on that road or the way Dick Winters' voice had snapped when he'd shouted his name.

No, Nix will be glad to see this helmet go. But that will have to come later.

For now, the captain nearly trips over two men slumped in the doorway. He regains his footing and shoots them a bewildered look, then rolls his eyes. "A little early in the day to be starting, boys, isn't it?" Neither of them answers, though Nix reflects, as he continues toward the Bar, that one of them almost looks familiar.

Drunks put out of his mind, Nix settles in on a stool, leaning the rifle against the Bar by his feet. "It's been a whole day," he tells Bar. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about me." He glances around to take in his fellow patrons, and says, "Let me have a glass of the usual."

One hypocritical glass of VAT 69, coming up.

(Tinytag: Pirate King)

melodicalstats.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways OOM: All he'd wanted was a shower.]

The bathroom wasn't there. It had simply vanished, as if it had finally gotten sick of him and had left without even leaving a note. There were no linoleum floors, no faucets, no sinks and more importantly, no shower.

Richard had mixed feelings about this, as from his previous experience, strange things happened in bathrooms, from finding horses in them to realising that they weren't actually bathrooms at all and the toilet was actually a crown prince of the planet they had the misfortune of visiting.

That had been a memorable, if not scarring, occasion.

"Reg?" he called. "Reg, is that you? If it is, move the bloody thing will you, you're blocking the bathroom."

gotapenny.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometimes the door back home doesn't find you for a very, very long time.]

When the door opened this time it wasn't into a very common place. Rows of headstones amongst the fall Rhode Island country side set almost cozy like behind the uniformed man that stood there. It had been..well..longer than the man standing there even liked to even think of. Things had just moved and changed so fast that it was like a lifetime had gone by.

It really had.

Stepping inside with a duffle back on his shoulder, George Luz stood in almost awe like he had upon his first entrance into Milliways. It was just as he remembered it.

Welcome back would be the most proper greeting for the man.

gotapenny.livejournal.com

There was laughing coming from the door even before it opens. Loud, happy laughter that seems to grow when it opens and two uniformed men make their way inside. Class A'd out and looking sharp the two US paratroopers don't even seem to realize where they are until the louder of the two stops, staring about the commons. "Hey..Doc..I think we found it finally."

Blinking a few times the skinnier of the pair stops as well with his uncommon smile slipping across his face. " 's right, Luz. Bout damn time if yous askin me too."

The air that comes through the door is cool and the buildings? They look old. To old to be housing men properly but at least the army tried to do something to them right? That didn't matter now. They were back in Milliways, back pay in their pockets, and a chance for some R&R.

[ooc: Two pups for the price of one! Pick one or both to talk too- the mun likes being driven crazy!]

gotapenny.livejournal.com

It's been a long hard day at Camp Toccoa, Georgia. Captain Herbert Sobel has been a relentless commanding officer sending another recruit packing out of the paratrooper training program. Easy was the only Company in all of the 506th to have such a drop rate that sometimes George wondered why Colonel Sink allowed the man to continue.

Heck- all the guys wondered why Sobel hadn't got the boot yet. Winters was a much better choice to lead the Company. Not to be a beating pad for Sobel's childish tantrums.

When the door to what is supposed to be the makeshift barracks opens for second platoon the heat from the Georgia sunset fills the space around the door inside. Dressed in PT gear of a white t-shirt and navy shorts with the 506th patch on the right leg, Private First Class George Luz steps inside, calling over his shoulder. "..right, Muck. You keep tellin yourself that. We meetin for cards later?"

"Yeah, Luz. Gonna beat you this time!" comes the yelled reply.

"We'll see about that." Turning back around he stumbles inside, blinking his brown eyes once or twice before opening his mouth to speak. Nothing comes up.

Looking back over his shoulder to the military camp then back at the bar he seems to have encountered he steps in letting the door close behind him. "Huh..maybe Sobel's lost it after all.."

[ooc: This post is product of a crack chat with JGPhoenix and it ain't the same Luz that's in the bar. Enjoy the crack of a full of himself paratrooper for the night. XD]

Current Mood: curious

got-red.livejournal.com

Shaun's mood has improved considerably since his first accidental visit to Milliways. As he's now got a hungry zombie in his garden shed that he's not quite sure what to do with, this is slightly strange.

He's also got a lot less red on him.

Current Mood: okay

will_scarlett

Will was able to claim the couch again, he's quite happy about this and there's a plate of various snacks for critters, a wooden goblet of mulled wine and the battered copy of The Gallic Wars.

This week has been rather strange and he's got some good ideas for taking down the troop being sent, but in the end they still don't have enough men.

So he's a bit more focused on watching the critters since they're just a good distraction.

wheelsy_sheriff

Everything has been so exciting this past week, sometimes a raccoon just needs a break. So there is a grey banded mammal lounging on the bar counter, little red wagon full of stuff parked close by. He'd be in his bed but...so...far...away...

So instead he's sprawled on the counter, his paws on the left side dangling over the edge along with his tail. He's dozing lightly and possibly just waiting for night to come again, that seems to be when he has all of his energy.

[OOC: ~~and time for class. I will return in...three hours or so to pick up tags again. Laters!~~ And back!]

gotapenny.livejournal.com

There is a Whippet in the bar.

Hyper? Check.

Squeeky toy? Check.

Wagging of the tail so hard the whole backside moves? Check.

Even as a dog, Luz is a happy dog. He has a chew toy and a way to get out the excess energy. What is currently on his mind (not the omgwtfbbq? question) is play. Playplayplayplayplayplayplay!

Thus why the little Whippet with a pair of WWII dog tags on is running around the bar chasing his squeekie toy that looks like a Panzer tank. Someone has a strange sense of humor.

[ooc: and sadly the mun must call for slows because of school in the morning. tags tomorrow before class and after!]