milliways_bar | Entries tagged with grover underwood

fleecy-seeker.livejournal.com

With a soft click the front door opens and beyond is a scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark; ancient stone passageway, curtains of cobwebs and a bit of slime on the floors to add color. Deep within the corridor a quiet, "Aaaaaaaaa" can be heard getting louder and louder until a form bursts through the largest cobweb and comes barreling into Milliways. The form stumbles on the entryway stairs, spinning around as it dances for balance before hitting the back of a booth and flipping head over hooves to land on its back within the booth.

The front door swings silently closed and latches with a soft click as the figure claws at the cobwebs covering its face. The tear in the web reveals a panicked satyr, who sighs before falling back onto the booth's seat in relief.

"Spiders, why'd it have to be spiders?"

The narrator apologizes for any interrupted dinners.

[Ting clover tag: Grover Underwood]
[[OOC-Warnings for insta-slowtime but I wanted to get this up as I had promised a couple of folks.]]

architekt

Annabeth is sitting at the bar this morning.

She hasn't changed, but she has a freshly showered look about her - wet blonde hair, hanging loosely down her back, her Yankees cap sitting next to her plate, her bright orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt speckled with droplets of water. She's wearing her jeans and black Converse sneakers that look pretty worn (scuffed from monster fights, running for her life, and general use).

Before her is a rather tasty breakfast of flapjacks and syrup, with a side of fresh fruit, and one could say she's enjoying it with a certain amount of gusto.

Tentatively, of course.

Well, semi-tentatively. (She's hungry, and the food is delicious.)

This place reminds her a bit of the Lotus Casino, which scares her a little, but the fact that she can still remember her quest, who her friends are - everything - is reassuring ... if a little anxiety-inducing.

She knows they all have to get back to the labyrinth sooner than later, but for now ...

- she's going to take advantage of this breakfast-thing.

tiny!tag: grover underwood

architekt

Annabeth is a daughter of Athena. As a daughter of Athena, it is in her blood to be clever, cool-headed and have the instinct to plan ahead in any situation. Very little ought to surprise her (at least, if she had it her way), and if it does, she has to be prepared to come up with the proper stratagem to get her and her friends out of any possible lethal situations.

Athena always has a plan. And as a result, so does she.

But what Annabeth knows with her heart more than her brain is that there are often times when things happen with very little explanation. It's as though even the Fates are unsure of what they've just delivered.

And by the gods, walking through a door into the weirdest possible location has got to be one of those times. Her surprised expression is pretty much a dead giveaway that she has no plan.

(At least she has her friends with her.)

[ooc: hi! just a note - this is a multipup, multimun post! and it is also subject to some slowtime.]

[tiny!tag: grover underwood, percy jackson]

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

Chris enters Milliways with a smile, humming the latest piece they've been working on for a Mostly Mozart concert, and sits at the bar. "Dirty martini, please," he requests, and raises an eyebrow when an envelope materializes along with his drink. He takes a sip and opens the letter

The smile disappears as he reads, and he clutches the letter tightly. Oh, this changes everything.

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

There is a fellow playing flute out by the lake.

He plays very well. Almost like a pro, one might say.

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

Chris is playing his flute near the fireplace.

He plays very well.

jack_inthegreen

[OOM: Jack has a problem. Chris is logical at him. They've both adapted well to modern times.]

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard's at the bar with a pint of lager and a distinct lack of children. He's leaning back on the barstool and toying with a red ring on his thumb.

{ooc: Must get some sleep now. Slowtime is love. ^_^ G'night!}

go-between.livejournal.com

There's a small celebration going on at the coffee table by the fireplace. It's Joshua Mayhew-Perunu's first birthday, and most of his immediate family is gathered around him.

They'd wanted to keep things simple and quiet, so there are no balloons, streamers, or noisemakers, but there are plenty of cupcakes, sweets, and presents. The birthday boy in question has already devoured three cupcakes and is hovering over the gifts.

Come join them!

{ooc: All are welcome to join and threadhop as you please with other guests. Slowtime is also available as I realise that this is Finals Week for many, including myself!}

bloodyrockgod

There is a conglamoration over by the fireplace.

Charlie has given Karen, Megan and Jack their presents from India. Jack is now wearing his--an embroidered cotton shirt, green, of course--as is Karen, wrapped up in a pashmina against the spring chill. Megan is playing with her Krishna puppet, laughing with delight as Chris makes it bow and dance.

The grown-ups, though are having a far more serious conversation as Charlie tells Karen and the gods about the strange boy he met the night before. Reading in a nearby armchair, Boromir is pretending not to listen--he's not very good at it, though.

[ooc: multi-pup post. tag one or tag all.]

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

Chris enters Milliways and looks around for his houseguests.

[ooc: mun apologizes for lateness and lameness of post.]

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

Chris enters the bar dancing.

This is not unusual for him, though. No cause for alarm. Gods do not burst into flame, as a rule, unless they mean to.

He flops onto a couch when he's done, looking quite pleased with life.

This is also not unusual. It's good to be the beloved of the universe, you know.

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

Butter-stealing, cowherd-seducing, flute-playing, yoga-teaching, frequently-blue deity inna bar.

With martini.

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

In the pale early morning light, Chris practices yoga--slow, gentle movements performed with the grace of one who's performed this for many years. It is a kind of meditation, really, a way to focus his thoughts through the ritual movements of his body.

Bridge, mountain, tree, warrior, child.

[ooc: mun may be called unexpectedly into a meeting that was supposed to start an hour ago. we'll see if it actually happens.]

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

[ooc: Chris and Xander go on a date. Millitimed to Saturday night. Beware of shadow puppets, discussion of coffee in far too much detail, and much schmoop.]

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

[ooc: previously]

Now what?

Chris looks around a moment. A bar--which he expected--which means food and drink and people.

And dancing.

There ought to be more dancing.

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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