milliways_bar | Entries tagged with giovanni bruni

Hedda Winchell steps in from a busy city street, dressed to impress, the sound of her smart heels hardly missing a beat upon noticing where the door has taken her. She smiles and tucks her sunglasses into her purse as she approaches the counter top. She has time for breakfast, it seems.

A few minutes later, she is settled at a centrally-located table with a cup (and extra carafe) of coffee alongside her plate of toast with fig preserves, reading the morning's New York Times and chuckling softly to herself.

Some days, every section is the funny pages.

mogget_cat

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...

(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

ostro_goth

Near the trilobite tank, Teja and Giovanni are sitting on a sofa, shackled together by the wrists, swarmed by cats. "Blinking at you slowly in that manner means she likes you," Teja is explaining the actions of the little black one, Myrrh.

***

Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Gavroche, still handcuffed together, are sitting at the bar and watching the 1985 Glyndebourne production of Benjamin Britten's opera buffa 'Albert Herring' on the big screen. Dr. Lecter likes opera, as is generally known, and Gavroche is from a time when opera was still a popular art form, and people would enthuse about 'Fra Diavolo' the way the enthuse about 'Hamilton' these days. If anybody protests against being blasted with it, they will likely retire to a table and continue on a small DVD player.

[[OOC: Say in your tag which chain gang you want.]]

i_am_your_host

The door opens to a cacophony of laughter and music. And in steps someone who, by Milliways's calendar, hasn't been here for a few months.

"Scheiße," whispers the Master of Ceremonies.

The greater part of a year has actually passed on his side of the door, but somehow, time and space have aligned themselves to this very moment.

It's New Year's Eve.

Eyes wide with shock, he seems stuck on the threshold. And then suddenly, his lips split in a grin.

Shutting the door behind him (and not noticing that it disappears...), he makes a beeline for the Bar, his arms laden with two bottles of champagne and a large box of chocolates.

There's also a silver sequined top hat on his head.

After a quiet but giddy reunion with Madame Bar, he works quickly and orders several plates piled high with food: mini Black Forest cupcakes, made with and without liquor, clearly noted; mini apple strudel turnovers dusted with powdered sugar; crackers with a selection of European cheeses, stinky but tasty; fresh pineapple wedges, because who doesn't love fresh pineapple?; thickly cut Belgian fries with an array of sauces ranging from chutney mayonnaise to chipotle mango to honey barbecue to melted cheddar (there is no ketchup); mini potato-and-onion latkes with apple sauce and sour cream for dipping; mini Swedish meatballs with lingonberry preserves; and mini bratwurst sausages with mustard and relish on the side, plus sauerkraut for the adventurous. There isn't anything you can't eat with your fingers, forks, or toothpicks -- and Bar also provides the latter two, along with stacks of small plates and napkins. The buffet takes up almost an entire half of the countertop when everything appears, and Emcee adds a plate, piling the assorted chocolates, filled with cherry liqueur, almonds, and caramel, onto it.

Then he requests...music. Well, there has to be music for there to be dancing! So Bar lends him a small electronic device. He's seen it before. It's one of those pocket phones that everyone has in the future. It's already loaded with songs that he enjoys, might enjoy, and will enjoy, and after he figures out what to swipe and tap, a bouncy Louis Armstrong number blares over the sound system.

What else, what else, what else...

Emcee abruptly flings off his leather coat. He's shirtless but for a black pinstriped waistcoat left unbuttoned. His slim black trousers are cut off below the knee and held up with suspenders (boytoy lederhosen style), revealing strappy sock garters and his usual beat-up combat boots. A silver bow tie, no collar, is tied around his neck. His eye makeup and nail polish are silver, too.

(There's a moment's hesitation before he strips his left forearm of the white handkerchief bound around it and stuffs it into his pocket.

He bids Madame Bar a lovely nap, and holding onto his top hat, he vaults over her to get to the specials board.

NEW YEAR'S EVE HAPPY HOUR
Now Until Midnight!

Everything ON the bar is FREE (while it lasts)
Everything BEHIND the bar is regular price

(Non-alcoholic drinks FREE as well)

STAY FOR THE ALL-NITE DANCE PARTY

After plunging the champagne bottles that he'd brought with him into an ice bucket, he sets up several champagne flutes and hops up to sit on the bartop. (Free, after all.)

"Come and get it, darlings!" he calls out merrily, popping the cork on one of the bottles.

[OOC: Millitimed to a couple of hours before midnight. Party tagging applies. Open forever! New tags always welcome!]

bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar Lothbrok is sitting out by the lake, on a big stone, with a large -- book?

Actually, it's an atlas; and Ragnar is looking at a detailed map of the English shoreline.

witchfinder_general

It's a late Sunday morning, and various people are about, in various stages of having breakfast. Among them are:

Father Harman, who's already finished the Sunday service and now has a cup of tea and some biscuits while internally debating lunch here versus going home and visiting with Angie and her daughter;
Dorian Gray, who even now is coming down the stairs looking unkempt and bleary (for Dorian) and mumbling something about coffee to himself;
Teja, who has already put in a morning's work at the forge and is now sitting at a table with his laptop computer and working on something that looks suspiciously like a web site, style ca. 1998, while sharing some tuna sandwiches with his cats;
Madame Thénardier, who is sitting in the inglenook with a large mug of coffee and a plate of brioche which she's dipping messily from time to time while devouring a book with colourful pirates on the cover;
Lady Margolotta, who is hiding in a dark corner with a mug of cocoa and a book. It's terribly late for her, but even suave vampire ladies sometimes can't sleep;
Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who is in the kitchen sautéing mushrooms in butter, with butter, bread, chives and other makings of an opulent late breakfast right at hand;
Katrina Crane, who is primly sitting at a table in semi-modern clothes and reading some musty old manusccript considerably older than she is;
Ragnar Lothbrok, who is outside, roasting freshly caught fish over a smoky cooking fire, on which there is also a small pot of creamy porridge. What? Even famous Viking warriors can make breakfast if they want to, and have somebody to make it for!

[[OOC: Open until it scrolls, even if it's no longer Sunday!]]

gods_that_haunt_me

Floki is sitting cross-legged on the floor by the fireplace. He's hunched over, carving something out of a small piece of wood.

It's a figurine of a girl on her knees sitting back on her heels, her braided hair falling over her shoulder as she cradles a baby goat in her arms. The shape is already there; Floki now uses the point of a fine blade to add the details. Later he'll stain and paint it.

The intensity of his focus and concentration shows in the lines in his face as the firelight casts his features in deep shadows.

no_more_hiding

Hank is unaware there is a flu going around the bar. Instead, he is upstairs in the library, collecting a pretty impressive stack of books. Subjects range from Meteorology, to boxing, to wrestling, to physics (more specifically, kinetic energy), but the majority of them are about fighting of one sort or another.

Odd choices perhaps, but he refuses to be useless again.

Current Mood: determined

athelstanthescribe

Athelstan is curled up by the fire - with a scarf wound high up his throat, as he asked about them - eating a roast dinner and working on his polar bear carving, which is looking much less rough than it was.

Ichabod is not far away, long legs folded awkwardly to not be in anybody's way, staring quietly at the golem doll and thinking.

Cadfael is at a table, studying what looks to be a 17th century herbalist's text.

Giovanni is out at the practice range, doing sword work regardless of the cold.

Nancy is in a friendly napkin debate with Bar about what would go into the best Christmas dinners for hungry children.

Jonathan is at his favourite table with a massive pile of old books. (New tattoos peek out from under his collar and sleeves.)

Michael is also in the vicinity of the fire, sitting where he can stretch out his stiff leg, writing in a journal.

Roshaun is out for a walk, not even seeming to notice the cold, although he has made a deference to it by wearing a long-sleeved tunic.

Norrington has strolled in from the ship and set up at a table, looking for any old friends who might be about.

And Gavroche, as so often, is sitting by the Bar, drinking a milkshake and watching the comings and goings in the room.

[ooc: Tag one, tag more if you like, say who you want or get someone at random!]

notapilot

Now that Sam is committed to helping Steve, there is something he needs to work on and so when Milliways finds him, he posts a notice on the bulletin board:

Ex-Air Force Pararescueman seeks sparing partners to polish his Close Quarters Combat skills, all skill levels welcome.
Leave a note with Bar for Sam Wilson if interested.

Rumlow is out there, Sam knows this in his bones, and the next time they met, Sam intends to take him down. For now, he's outback at the warrior's training ground working over the dummies.

[OOC: See this backroom post for more info if interested in sparing.]
[[OOC: Wow guys, who knew putting the metaphoric kick me sign on Sam would be so popular? I'm going to have to close the thread to new sparring matches but he's still open to talking of future ones. I also plan on him posting future notices as well. Thanks!]

aka_casanova

At some point, Giovanni comes in from his very focused sword practice and puts up a poster, in careful copperplate.

Wanted:

Allies to fight inquisitors and rescue two people condemned to die. Or to help with sword training. Ask for Giovanni Bruni.

Then he wanders off back outside again, after taking a break for food. Catch him inside or out.

aka_casanova

Giovanni has been working hard on his sword skills - it's only been a day, but there may be some tiny improvement.

He's taking it much more seriously than he ever has before, given the need, and is outside until well past the light beginning to fade, practising alone.

herr_bookman

"...but still will keep"--and here a pause--"a bower quiet for us, and a sleep," Autor recites. "Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.*"

The boy pats Bar, bidding her a goodnight before he hops over the counter. He takes a few moments to take secret things out of his sylladex and to review his list. Then he writes a message on the blackboard in neat, flowing script:

Croissants with Surprise Fillings
All Vegetarian
Unfilled Also Available
He sets his blue, twenty-sided die on the counter, and waits for the first customer.

*Endymion: Book I, by John Keats

aka_casanova

Giovanni's a far cry from the happiness of his last visit. He walks in pale and shocked, with an edge of grief, a sword hanging loosely from his hand, and sits down in the first chair he bumps into. The sword is laid across his knees and he sits, staring at it. Thinking.

After a while, he seems to reach a conclusion and gets up to head out to the lake area, where he begins practising solo sword forms. He's not very good - he has the idea of what he should be doing, but the muscle memory just isn't there.

Interruptable in either place.

aka_casanova

When Giovanni wanders in this time, he's looking... well, frankly beyond satisfied with his life. Also slightly dishevelled in clothing and hair.

He heads for the Bar to get something to drink.

baptizemyself

It's beautiful bright sunny day. The squid is chilling in the lake. The demon bunnies are skirting the edge of the forrest, looking for easy prey. And there is a party going on.

Why?

Why not!

Who needs a reason to have a good old fashioned lake party?

Certainly not us!

[OOC: Happy Tenth Anniversary, Milliways! You know the drill! Tag one, tag all, threadhop! Enjoy!]

death_gone_mad

Sarah had a good view of the Giant Yule goat someone had erected outside, so she should have noticed someone setting fire to it. Or maybe even the smoke coming from it.

Should have, would have, could have.

When she is done with her breakfast, she 'notices' the flames climbing up on of the goat's legs

"FIRE! FIRE! Out back!" she shouts, putting a just a tiny bit of her mind control magic into it. "Something's on fire out by the lake!"

She's almost at the back door when she remembers that she left her coat at her table. She runs back to retrieve it then runs out the back door yelling "FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!"

Once she is outside, she stops, unsure of what to do next.

aka_casanova

The door opens and Giovanni backs in through it, keeping it as much closed as possible as he seemingly tries to keep something from getting through behind him.

"No no no. Stay, pig."

And then the pig makes a dash for it, shoots between Giovanni's ankles - tripping him over on the way - and runs off into the bar room.

"...ow."

aka_casanova

Giovanni wanders in, nose buried in a printed pamphlet and with a stack of others in his hand, and glances up just long enough to orientate himself before heading to an armchair by the fire to keep reading, chuckling to himself.

Botherable, despite appearances.

the_force_abides

Meditation is an integral part of training for the jedi but the nice thing about meditation is that it can happen anywhere. Which is why the young padawan Quinlan Vos doesn't mind that the mediation grounds of the Jedi Temple have instead become Milliways. He pauses at the Bar long enough for a cup of Caf before heading outside. Once there, he sets the Caf aside and sets himself up for one of the many forms of meditation he has been taught, today's being the floating meditation.

He's good with his body, so the one-handed handstand isn't much of a bother but using the Force to control other items is more of a challenge for him which is why the pebbles orbiting him tend to swing erratically from time to time. Apologies if any hit you, but at least they aren't moving fast.

electro_kinetic

In a dark booth there is a blue-haired girl who looks, if we're honest, pretty damn miserable.

She's wearing dark sunglasses, though under them it looks like she's crying--she really isn't, but increased tears are a pain. Her left arm is encased in a brace from above the elbow to below her wrist, and her knees are bandaged as well below the pajama shorts she managed to get into. They're very her, being bright yellow and black plaid.

We're sorry if she's not the best conversationalist right now, but she's only just escaped the infirmary, and hooked herself to an antistatic bracelet, to the wall. Grounding herself is a very good thing for the health of the rest of the bar.

srspirate

What is this?

A lively tune?

Your host is inspired to dance!

Those who enter the bar today may notice more than the usual commotion. There is music, a table tucked in a corner for receiving gifts, and a festive banner. It has flamingos on it. Pink ones.

In addition, there is a modest sandwich board set on the Bar with the following proclamation in festive script:

La Fête Spectaculaire!
Dinah Lance Party
Anything served in the half-shell is free
Do try the coconut punch
Follow the rose petals
➸

A scattering of rose petals lead the way outside, along the path to the beach.

(OoC: Welcome to the cross-community going away party/housewarming for

innerbrat & Dinah Lance! [details and announcement] This is a standard party post; shenanigans and thread-hopping are encouraged. For your convenience, an OoC thread has been set up at the end of the post for communicating, plotting, and sending some OoC love and well-wishes to the lovely Debi. Debi and I can be found on AIM as well and in crackchat off and on all weekend. So please stop by! Thanks everybody, let's have some fun and show Debi some love. ♥

ETA: Just as an aside, the "bring a present or duel" thing was entirely for the lulz. Your pups aren't obligated to one or the other unless they want to, and this remains completely open to everyone! XD)

wheatencrown

The jungle seems to be shrinking but Demeter still doesn't like it, partly because its kept her from being outside as much as she likes.

So she's in the Bar with some bread, olive oil and wine as she looks through a gardening catalog.

Tiny tag: Demeter, the Wandering Jew, Carlotta Brown, all threads happen before the Teja one.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace be small, Ace be mighty...

Ace be tired. Some adventures are just rougher than others, and she's not sure she'll ever look at brussel sprouts the same way again.

Thus, one pyro sacked out on the couch, with a very chocolaty milk shake and brownies.

Chocolate totally makes everything better (and isn't at all related to brussel sprouts).

hopeless-son.livejournal.com

[OOM: Whoever said a mind was a beautiful thing was mistaken.]

Today was a day to cling to the shadows as much as possible. He knew there would be trouble here if he was spotted and for once in his life trouble was what he didn't want. So sitting outside on the opposite side of the large rock by the lake Brand tried to hurridly write a handful of notes for people he knew inside the bar- or people who had to know. Atton, Random, Will might be to unstable but there would be a brief one for him, Lucas.. His hand shook as tried to scribble them out before muttering to himself. "Stop it...just stop it and let me do this!"

Totally botherable..if you want to talk to a mad and wanted man.

[tiny!tag: Brand of Amber]