milliways_bar | Entries tagged with gilderoy lockhart

There's nothing quite like trashy late night TV, even at the end of the universe.

Especially when you have infinite channels.

Deadpool sits at a table and stares at one of the mounted TVs, completely rapt. On screen, a Doberman wearing a police hat appears to be interrogating a suspicious looking Pomeranian. 'I'm no stoolie!' the dog says. 'I'm a purebred!'

"He's totally lying," Deadpool informs no one in particular. He pulls his mask up far enough to shove some cheese doodles in his mouth. The scars are very evident, but not particularly noteworthy when put up against the rest of his outfit, weapons, and choice of TV shows.

[OOC: Mercy, you nerds! I'm going to bed. I'll be back tomorrow. This post is closed for now. He'll be back again.]

the_taxman

A gust of harsh, engulfing humidity comes in when the door opens. So does a spare, rawboned man, with an unkempt ponytail and a graying handlebar mustache.

Rust looks around, a little surprised — but the surprise vanishes off his face quickly.

His mouth twists, as though to say, isn’t this a fine joke, and he goes straight to the bar. Within a minute he’s got a Lone Star longneck and a lit Camel Blue.

Might as well drink here as anywhere.

allthebaconandeggsyouhave

The front door opens, and four very large boxes on a handtruck come in.

Ron Swanson is moving the handtruck. He divests himself of the boxes and tapes a pre-prepared sign, printed on a ~~computer~~ typewriter, in small letters, to the topmost box.

The sign reads:

TOM HAVERFORD LEFT THIS IN A CLOSET IN THE PARKS AND RECREATION OFFICE PAST THE DEADLINE I GAVE HIM TO REMOVE IT.

HE HAS LOST THE RIGHTS TO THE CONTENTS OF THESE BOXES. THE APPROPRIATE PLACE FOR LIQUOR, OTHER THAN ONE'S OWN PROPERTY, IS A BAR.

THIS IS LIQUOR HE CREATED.

IT IS DAMN FINE LIQUOR. IT IS CALLED SNAKE JUICE. I PERSONALLY ENDORSE THIS LIQUOR.

WHILE ALL YOU REALLY NEED IS MY PERSONAL ENDORSEMENT, THE GUERILLA MARKETING SCRIPT THAT TOM PROVIDED SUGGESTS THAT A PRIME SELLING POINT IS ITS "DOPE AFTERTASTE."

TAKE AS MUCH AS YOU WOULD LIKE. I DON'T CARE.

And with that, Ron pushes his handtruck out of the bar.

[OOC: This is a plot device. You could turn it into a party post if you wanted. Or not! Please see the back room for details.]

howling_laugh

Coyote bursts into Milliways with abandon. Her dress is sparkly. There is mistletoe tucked behind one ear. She's got a glass of champagne.

BRING IT ON, HONEYBUNCH. WHO WANTS KISSES?!

[OOC: And now I am going TO BED. I love you all!]

mostcharmingsmile

Gilderoy Lockhart receives a most unusual holiday visit by three spirits.

pisum_sativum

The lake-side door opens, slowly, carefully, and a sharp-eyed face peeks around it.

"Ash and thorn, she led us aright."

"I told you," Moth sing-songs, flittering past Peaseblossom. "A bright, bright place."

"And true it is," breathes Cobweb, following her. Peaseblossom comes close behind, his gaze flicking here to there, fascinated.

"And whither our--?" he begins, but Moth has already made a beeline for the fireplace, in which there are fish. Instructions apparently are much less interesting than fish made of fire.

"Well," says Peaseblossom, looking to Cobweb. Cobweb smiles at him. "Mustardseed," he says to the final fairy, still hovering outside, "pray hold the door. And we, Cob -- to our offices?"

Cobweb beams at him. There's a wing in her teeth. Peaseblossom sighs.

Three fairies are in the bar now, visible or invisible as it suits them. Watch where you sit.

[Three pups, two muns! Taggable, but responses may be ... erratic.]

define_hinky

Wendy didn't sleep too well last night; the climate disagrees with her, or something.

When she comes crabbily downstairs, dressed in her finest Jolly Fats Wehawkin Employment Agency tent, she is dismayed to find a note from Bar.

"Believe me, I know I need the cash," she says. "But could you swing a red eye to get me through this? And maybe five minutes for me to change?"

Wendy grins when a travel mug of coffee and an egg timer appear on the counter, and dashes up the stairs.

She comes back down a little more refreshed and in a cuter outfit (a sweater and shorts are involved). Time to earn that money, to which end she has even made a friendly sign:

Hard day?

Wanna drink about it?

[ooc: this ep is now OPEN]

mostcharmingsmile

Gilderoy sits at a table with a copy of

The Tales of Beedle the Bard

. When his mind was wiped with that backfiring spell, it took more than just his personal memories. He can't read most of the words, although he can find letters and little words on the pages.

Mostly he enjoys watching the lively moving pictures.

"Oh Babbitty Rabbitty, you're too much," he giggles, and takes a sip of his butter beer.

protecthefuture

Sarah hasn't done something like this since before her son was born. She's at a table, head down on it near her arm and there's a tape recorder in front of her. It's paused for the most part. If only because she'd been leaving messages. Though she's not too entirely sure why she's doing it. Bar has provided her with hot tea but it's long since gone cold. Her thoughts are... erratic at best. So she's not really paying attention to her surroundings. Not yet anyway.

[Tiny Tag: Sarah J. Connor]

advocatusdei.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Gabriel stepped through the door to Milliways, but the Lord works in mysterious ways, and only now does he find himself here yet again ~~also known as a case of mun chickening out, but bucking up again~~.

So, taking a seat in one of the booths, a cup of tea appearing before him, Gabriel sits back to watch and observe.

If there's one thing that can be said about Gabriel, it's that he never does anything without good reason. What that reason is, on the other hand, well, that is neither here nor there, as they say.

Current Mood: content

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

The front door opens just a crack, revealing pale yellow light and a glimpse of some truly impressive hotel hallway wallpaper.

"Night, Angelina, don't let the paparrazi bite," says a gruff, amused voice.

"Oh keep laughing it up, Logan. Remember, I know where you sleep!" The door opens further to reveal a familiar face, turned to the side. Kurt's far more well-dressed than his previous entrance, his suit, vest and shirt going well with the gold-topped cane that he's leaning on.

Turning, he notices that they seem to have upgraded him to a much larger room (you'd think this would happen more often after you'd saved the world enough times, but no. Maybe if he'd been an Avenger...) and his bed seems to have turned int a bar. He leans back and looks down the hall at wherever Logan was, and then back into the bar...and then pats his torso, juuust to check.

Okay. Everything seems to be as in order as it was a minute ago.

Kurt steps into the bar, favoring his right side, and closes the door. And looks to see if it's still there. ...And opens it, juuust to check.

Okay! Well then. Time for a drink! Milliways, he may have left quietly, but now Kurt is back!

Current Mood: surprised

advocatusdei.livejournal.com

And so it was, the day before Christmas Eve, that a newcomer enters the bar at the end of the very universe itself. Though there's nothing immediately eye-catching about the stranger, there's something about him - or her - that does call for one's attention, if not outright demanding it.

Maybe it's the self-assured way with which he walks up to the bar and orders a cup of tea as if he's done it a thousand times before. Maybe it's the sharp, crisp black of his suit and the way it contrasts with the shimmery golden tie and the baby blue shirt. Maybe it's the lilac socks peeking out from under the hem of his black trousers.

Perhaps, it's the way he simply seems to unassumingly and effortlessly fit in.

((Edit the first: ~~Unfortunately, it's bedtime for the mun. More tomorrow, as time and the holidays allow.~~ Thanks for the warm welcome.

Edit the second: I return, triumphant!))

2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com

There was an elf at the piano in the morning, with a stack of pancakes and a pot of coffee on the top of the instrument, trying out disjointed little melodies.

Botherable.

nerdanel_the_wise

As strange as it is...

...there is a Nerdanel in the bar today. She stares at the odd addition to the bar, because she's never seen a timepiece of any kind, and then sits Gabriel into a highchair. The young Vala-Elf is larger than a one-year old, and he seems quite happy to be visiting the bar. He is given cereal and sliced fruits, which he talks to before devouring.

The Elf, on the other hand, just sits with her legs crossed under her pale green dress, staring at the various bar patrons.

slayer_fray

(OOM: Gabriel is let out of the cells)

slayer_fray

[OOM: After this, Mel leaves a note for all Security]

watch-wait.livejournal.com

When Bartleby comes out of the staff quarters into which he and Charlie disappeared yesterday, he looks happy and relaxed. He slips behind the bar and smiles at the room at arge. "Anyone want anything?"