milliways_bar | Entries tagged with gil whimple

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

It had been a bad week. In some ways it was a relief to give up pretending and hide in human form, though with the always present terror about what was happening to his other body he fumbled and forgot things and, of course, his human body didn't have the strength and stamina of his faun one.

Eventually he came to a sad, but right, decision. He needed to stop cooking, or not cooking but needed to stop working in the kitchen. What he would do he didn't know but something would turn up. In some ways he wished he could go home but Sooty was happy with his garden and his library so maybe Gil could help with those.

But first the formalities - carefully he wrote a note on the best paper he could find and lay it gently on the Bar:

Dear Landlord,

Thank you so much for so many years happy employment. I have loved working for you and serving in the kitchen and the bar. However, I'm not getting any younger and am finding it impossible to keep up with the work.

Therefore I am handing in my notice - my service to end on 5th July. I can recommend several of the other kitchen staff who will more than adequately take my place.

Thank you again and Gods bless.

Gil Wimple

He watched the note fade into the woodwork with a sniff then straightened up and went back to work with his horns at a jaunty angle.

smallestopener

Out by the lake, a belated tenth birthday party is in full swing. And full bounce, climb, and walk!

It's a great way to spend a Midsummer day.

Tiny celebratory tags: Marquis de Carabas, Sari Sumdac, Lorne, Elle Bishop, Kida

ostro_goth

Teja had some very bad news the other day: - of all the people from his world, the bar had brought his arch-enemy! He had not seen Cethegus himself, yet; but Yrael had told him of the encounter, and Teja was making plans. Whom should he alert, how should he make ready, what meddling was to be expected from the man? Charlie. He had to tell Charlie, for none would be more of a welcome target to the last Roman than the Goth king's beloved!

The forge cats, seeing their human so worried, decided to comfort him, and cheer him up. And how do cats do that, if the time of day is not conducive to extensive skritching? By bringing in nice, fresh prey, of course! So, after a while, Teja sees something moving on the floor, and as he turns his head, there are the cats, proudly bearing young demonic rabbits in their fangs, as a gift for their booding human.

Teja pets the cats and congratulates them on their success, but as he does not make to eat the prey at once as the cats probably expected, they deposit their gift, and wander off again, to find something more worthwhile to do. Teja means to call the waitrats to dispose of the sorry leavings, but is distracted by grim thoughts of just how offensive Cethegus might be to Charlie, and looks back at the fire.

The prey, merely having played dead in order not to get killed all the way, gets up when the cats are gone and the man firmly looks the other way, and sneaks away.-

[[OOC: See this backroom post about the creature chase! Of course, you can also tag Teja for normal threading and talking, if you'd rather!]]

ostro_goth

Teja doesn't think of the strange holiday Yrael had mentioned yesterday when he comes down this morning for his tea. He is still somewhat irritated at the brief conversation he just had on the stairs with the purple godling, who seemed to infer in cryptic tones that he wasn't ready yet to take pity upon poor Jason in his female shape, as he deserved it still.

Teja wonders, briefly, why he gets a long string of flimsy heart-shaped beads with his tea; he holds them in his hands and sips when suddenly, everything changes.

Body, posture, balance, feeling, hair, clothes -- everything different!!

Now he remembers the holiday. He is changed again, and this time, changed to...

He looks down upon himself, and then realises that...

She cannot stifle a brief moan of despair at the broad, stiff girdle she is wearing, the welled-filled blouse peeking out, the high-heeled boots. Teja manages neither to drop the tea, nor reach for his -- her! -- crotch for that which, most likely, is no longer there.

"How long will this last?"

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

OOM

Enter one faun with a very large tray of little bowls and baskets of snacks. Anything you might fancy is probably going to be there so stop him and ask.

destroy_restart

By the fireplace, there is a Tarot card playing with a deck of tarot cards. They are beautiful -- a dark off-red, with much golden ornament, and pictures of old-fashioned saints on them.

Tower has a glass of scotch, a cigar, and a large bowl of deeply black chocolates while he plays, according to rules and regulations known only to himself. He is in a good mood, though, and likely offer anybody that approaches him a card, to see what the next year might challenge the denizens of Milliways with...

[[OOC: For once, the warnings about pinging the mun first do not apply! Tower is still Tower, of course, embodiment of sudden, often violent change, so the cards for your pup may not always be pleasant. To see how this works, see last year's post. I have that selfsame deck at hand, and don't rig the readings. ~~Open until I say otherwise! Tag away!~~ Closed now -- no new threads, please, and I am going to slowtime NOW! All extant threads will be finished properly, and both Val and Billy will still get their cards, in my tomorrow!]]

bprd_agent_red

At the counter Hellboy is trying to get himself a light snack (he wants one of those 50 packs of McNuggets) but instead finds himself in an argument with Bar.

"What do you mean make up for the damages? I don't make up for nothin' at home why would I do it here?"

The counter responds with a napkin and he grumbles.

"It's not my fault you guys got a lousy sprinkler system."

The next one makes him frown more and he's about ready to go and get Liz because she's better at arguing without the violence thing when another napkin appears.

"Tend? Tend what?" He reads the reply and grins. "You want me to bartend? You got it."

This, is something he's always wanted to do. As Bar turns in for some much needed rest Hellboy heads behind the counter. He flips through the book and snags the specials board, writing up a quick menu.

Happy Hour Specials
Big Red
Jackbull
Loch Ness Monster

Setting his hands on the counter he puts on a grin and looks over the crowd.

"All right, let's hear it."

[ooc: okay, and I call slows now. I'll tag as I can and will return in a few hours.]

scurlock

Early on the morning of the 4th, several very brightly colored signs went up around the bar. These signs were decorated with all manner of glitter, and shiny ribbons, and perhaps a touch of magic to make them hard to miss:

BONFIRE AT BEACH - TONIGHT
(Birthday party for Atton Rand)

Cake. S'mores. Snacks. Fireworks.
Rum and bonfire to keep you warm.

OPEN TO ALL.

Now, a short while before the sunset, out by the beach, there is a rather impressive bonfire already going on the sand. Up towards the trees a bit, there are some tables with snacks, stuff to make s'mores, a cake, and cups next to a large cask that is labeled 'RUM'. The cask will never run dry. There are sparklers for the cake, later. And fireworks. A table for presents, if anyone brought any. Basically, come eat, drink, and celebrate.

[ooc: OPEN! Feel free to add subthreads if you want. ALL PUPS ARE WELCOME. OPEN UNTIL...WELL, THE END OF THE UNIVERSE.]

TINYTAGS: Charlie Monroe

ostro_goth

When Teja comes in today, he is feeling cold, so he walks up to the bar and orders a hot mulled mead.

Instead, he gets a napkin with a note. He just nods, and steps behind the bar. He does not need to be forced any more -- any that use the comforts of this place must contribute, sometimes. And because it is a cold day, he puts up a list of simple drinks and their warming counterparts:

Specials:
Wine (red or white)
Hot Mulled Wine (red or white)
Ale
Hot Mulled Ale
Cider
Hot Mulled Cider
Mead
Hot Mulled Mead

for children:
Milk
Hot Spiced Milk With Honey

He puts the little pale grey kitten that he's raising on the bar so he can keep an eye on him, and waits for whoever might order these drinks -- or any others.

[[OOC: Tag, threadhop, and be merry! Open until midnight GMT, or if I say it's closed!]]
[tinytags: hey!arnold, attila the hun, zoe carter]

thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com

It's too quiet lately, and Pan felt like making things more lively. Also, he was a little bored, and this was a very dangerous thing to be. Though, people can breathe a sigh of relief since the faun was wearing a goatskin skirt to ah cover up. He had some Atlantean where he sat at the bar and has just discovered the squiopera on the bar's TV. All those tentacles gave him some fun ideas, and it's a cute show to boot.

[tiny tag: Pan]

thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com

If you go into the woods around sunset and into the evening, you might come upon an odd sight. There was bright music playing. Calling those to dance and play amidst the trees. And right now, there was a circle of demon bunnies. Dancing.

Some might even be breathing gouts of flame in time to the beat.

[tiny tag: Pan]

friend_of_lucy

[OOM:A walk home in the snow.]

The door opens as Tumnus pushes with his back, his hooves clattering on the floor as he shakes snow off of his umbrella.

He doesn't notice its not his house until he turns around then freezes in confusion and wonder, they can't all be Men.

(OOC: He's not breaking the third rule, I'm still not clear on how but C. S. Lewis says he's not.)

Tiny tag: Ella Harkins

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin has props tonight! Well OK, one prop - an ipod with speakers, which he plugs in as soon as he steps behind the bar. The playlist is one you'd find in any gay nightclub - cheesy dance/trance stuff, nothing too hardcore. He's moving along to it as he writes on the board;

SPECIALS

Strip and Go Naked
77 Sunset Strip
Strawberry Stripper

And underneath he adds;

Do a strip to the music (to underwear only) and drink free for an hour!

He's totally betting that no one will take him on the offer but hey, you never know.

'It's Happy Hour, everyone. Let's get Happy!'

[OOC: Tiny!tag: Paul Varjack, Gordon O'Dell

Annnnd Slowtimes-R-Us, thanks everybody!]

http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/

Romana, feeling rather lazy this morning, decides being served by the waitrats beats fixing her own breakfast. Thus, one small blond Time Lord is curled up in a chair in front of the fire, poring over the latest political reports from Malthanti and enjoying her tea and croissants.

ostro_goth

Not long after dawn, this morning, you find by the lake-side:

Teja, going through un-armed exercises with great precision and concentration, and not wearing armour. In fact, he is even barefoot in the dewy grass.
Asar-Suti, who has woken early when Gil went to his shift, going through the flowerbeds and pulling up withered flowers. It's not an urgent task, but something that can be done early in the morning without needing to be fully awake yet. Which one should be for cataloguing in the library.
Tower, leaning on a railing, looking at the clouds, and smoking a cigar. Occasionally, he smirks at what either god or Goth are doing; but mostly, he watches the scenery.

[[OOC: Slowtimes likely throughout the day as RL makes its demands on the mun; in addition to the Little Lady, there are two baby orcs about, and they can be unpleasantly distracting. Meaning to say -- Maru may be famblied, but all tags will be answered eventually! Open all day!]]

i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com

There are quite a number of brightly colored plastic things all over the floor in Milliways. We're talking, easily thirty of each four types of manipulatives.

All

Over

The

Floor

You have not even SEEN a mess before you have seen the way a toddler can mess up a room with a bunch of tiny plastic toys. As for the toddler in question, she is planted somewhere in the middle of the mess, playing with the toys. She is still wearing the shirt with names all over it (BOO! being the prominent one) and the house shoes that jingle and sing. Every once in awhile she'll wiggle her feet and either jinglejingle or "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands" can be heard. And next to her is a pink adult sized throw made out of what is possibly the softest material ever.

Oh the fun she's having.

[[OOC: Open till whenever!]]

fiery_ring

Carlotta is looking happier these days, without having to keep her secret at school. She's even found some horses nearby that she can sneak off and ride bareback.

Of course there's still the problem of passing her exams at the end of the year, and not being kept back. Well, at least she wasn't bottom in everything this week, that's a good start...

She's currently struggling to master long division in a booth near the... funny looking fish things. Teja was right, she's got the extra time, might as well make the most of it.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Bar, faun, tray, little bowls of nuts.

Yeah the usual routine. Gil is a creature of habit.

Except today he's on two feet instead of two hooves and there's no tail to be seen. Just brown leather pants and a brown shirt with the collar open and sleeves rolled up.

There are still horns though.

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, with a clay cup of well-watered red wine, playing his harp, and brooding.

There are people he is missing, and longing for. There is an irregularity to the reappearance of anybody with a door that is, truly, worrying.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

It was a fiddly job but a labour of love for all that. But eventually they were finished and Gil poured them into dishes and placed them on the tray with the dishes of pretzels and peanuts.

Then he trots around the bar placing the dishes on the tables - one dish of something savoury and one of tiny perfect miniscule dark chocolate cookies with a creamy white filling.

Never let it be said that Gil isn't afraid to let the customers of Milliways try something different.

notagagagirl.livejournal.com

Sally@thedoes.com was actually having a decent sort of day. She's managed to avoid the worst of the Gaga Girls, only one of the Boyzone clones needed stomping on (and where the hell he had downloaded that pickup line from, she doesn't want to know) (it might have even been nice, if it hadn't clearly been done on a dare), and she hasn't gotten more than three lectures today from her teachers about the importance of staying up-to-date on events online.

And then...

She's back in the rat shack.

Three steps takes her to a table, one more lets her drop into a chair with a properly emphatic thud, and then she can thump her head against the table as much as she likes. The going theory is it'll help her ignore the fact that everyone here has no problem with eating rat-contaminated food.

UGH.

(tinytag: Scaramouche)

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil clip-clops from the kitchen and lays two envelopes on the Bar. "Hello, dear," he says, "could you be a sweetie and see these get to the people on the envelopes?"

the envelopes stay there for a moment then are slowly absorbed and Gil smiles and pats the bar then clipclops back to the kitchen as he reviews what he has written:

( To Tali'Zorah nar Rayya )

( To Wellington Womble )

{ooc: because the mun dumbly forgot to do it before going on holiday}

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil finishes drawing the smilie faun - a piece of sillness really, but he wants people to realise that working in the kitchen can be fun too - and puts the chalk back on the little shelf.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil hasn't done this for a very long while and picks up the chalk with an indrawn breath. He wouldn't be doing it now except today is special, isn't it?

He consults his notepad and begins to write:

Dear Patrons of Milliways,

In honour of the day the kitchen staff is pleased to present a special St Patrick's Day Menu:

Irish Cheddar and Stout Fondue

Beef and Guinness Pie

Baked Cabbage with Bacon

and finally

Chocolate Guinness Goodness

...in addition to our usual choices.

We hope you enjoy it.

Milliways Kitchen

He draws a smiley faun to finish it off then puts the chalk back on the ledge.

He's tried the Chocolate Guinness Goodness. He had it for lunch.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy has gone to great lengths to decorate the bar area appropriately for his shift today. There are strings of green and orange paper shamrocks hanging behind the bar and from the counter. There's green tinsel wrapped around the taps and many of the liquor bottles on the shelves. All the coasters and napkins are illustrated with miniature Irish flags. And the snack bowls have even been filled with Lucky Charms.

Okay, fine. Indy didn't do any of this, Bar took care of it all. But he can claim to have written up the specials. The fact that they didn't take any brain power shouldn't detract from the accomplishment:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Harp
Guinness
Irish whiskey
Irish coffee

He's gone to some effort with his attire as well, in that his fedora has been replaced by a green plastic bowler hat. Way to get into the spirit of St. Patrick's Day, Indy!

"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"