milliways_bar | Entries tagged with han solo

If anyone is sitting close enough to the bar itself tonight, they might notice the sounds of electricity crackling and muted hammering coming from one of the cabinets behind the counter. The bottles of liquor above rattle slightly as the noise gets louder.

Another zap! crackle! pop! is followed by a slew of, shall we say, colorful language before the cabinet door flies open. The smell of ozone and hydraulic fluid briefly filters through the air as a figure appears, crawling awkwardly (is there any other way to compensate for a gravity and pandimensional shift?) out onto the floor.

As the cabinet door swings shut Han brushes himself off, pausing briefly to inspect a hot-pink stain on his elbow (strawberry daiquiri?). Then he sees the napkin.

"My tab is what?!"

Two minutes later, there are 9 words chalked up on the board:

HAPPY HOUR

BUY ONE, GET ONE ON ALL WHISKEY

And one Corellian ~~smuggler~~ pilot behind the bar that he's not seen in a very, very long time.

9:15PM EST now, open for at least 3 hours. Please see userinfo for timeline notes or message me in Discord with any questions! :D

1:00AM EST, slowtimes in effect but feel free to still tag in if you want.

ishotfirst

The first sign that something wasn't quite right was when there was no sudden appearance of a hatch in the floor, the ceiling, or a wall. Han Solo walks into the bar through the Front Door tonight, and the effects of the grav-shift are hardly even noticeable in his entrance.

He should have known, then, to turn around and run for the door. Instead, he makes it to the counter, where he is presented with a series of napkins.

"Hey, sister, I haven't even been here, that can't be right--"

More futile arguing ensues; eventually, Han steps behind the counter and pulls off his jacket, stashing it in a cubby on the backbar.

Specials

Whyren's Reserve - half off

Donate to the Joe Manco Fund tonight
and your first drink is on the house

"Happy Hour is on," he calls to the room. "We're having a fundraiser tonight," he adds.

And while it won't benefit him (because he's not Bound, a minor, or dead) he knows enough people here that qualify in some form. Some he hasn't seen in too long - or shared a milkshake with.

(He misses his granddaughter.)

Han sets out a large cookie jar (it's shaped like an R2 unit, which amuses him a bit, he won't lie) and affixes the Donations sign with a piece of tape. He digs a handful of chunks of something metallic looking from his pocket and drops them in - then he grabs a bottle of Whyren's and a glass.

After all, his first drink is free.

[Still open until I say it's not, threadhopping is fine, have fun!]

ishotfirst

One minute, he was fighting demonic creatures with some girl who was wearing a purple sweater.

The next, he was wrestling a sentient lump of cookie dough, in an oddly-familiar scenario.

And then there had been an explosion; he'd crashed through a wall and landed hard on the deckplates of the Falcon. He wasn't sure if what had happened in Milliways was real or just a really messed up nightmare, even with the cuts and bruises he found on his face and arms.

A hatch pops open in the floor, and a hand reaches through - shoves aside an upturned chair - and climbs up into the bar.

Han surveys the damage, and the people working to put the bar back to rights.

"Kriffin' Milliways."

howarewefortime

In the beginning, it was a nice day.

This is a word which here means 'pleasing', 'agreeable', or 'delightful', so it may come as a surprise to you, dear reader, to hear the day described as such, given the situation in Milliways these past two weeks. But then, 'nice' is such a relative term, don't you agree? And certainly it would be difficult for things to get much worse.

So it is: the unnatural winter outside seems a touch less chilling today, and the blood-red sky perhaps a shade less bloody, reflecting pinkly off the glittering frost and the shallow snowbanks. The general atmosphere inside the bar is a little less oppressive - a mood helped, no doubt, by the fact that this morning, Bar got almost every coffee order right. Even the Observation Window seems to be creaking a tad less oppressively.

Maybe, just maybe, everything's going to work out okay.

[OOC: Millitimed to Thursday.]

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

After a near run-in with some celltime earlier during Happy Hour, Han has found himself in need of cooling off and allowing his temper to settle down before he thinks about heading back out his door.

Which is why he can be found at a table away from the bar, with a glass of Woodford and a box of tools, a variety of mechanical odds and ends scattered all over the surface. He's got a pair of welding goggles perched on his head but he's currently filing a piece of steel down with a tiny grinder.

There might be sparks involved.

It's the theme of the evening, apparently.

OOC: BEDTIME. Slows and new tags will be picked up come morning.

almosthonorable

Not one to pass up a good business opportunity, Ben’s behind the counter, aiming to earn some credit toward what’s left of his tab.

Specials
† bourbon
† milkshakes
† bourbon milkshakes

The bar is fairly quiet at the moment, so Ben’s leaning on one elbow, doodling on a napkin.

[ tiny tags: gene hunt, mark hoffman, moist von lipwig ]

[ ooc: ~~have at, guys — open till 8:30 p.m. est~~; tag away, and feel free to threadhop all over the place!

eta, 8:33 p.m.: AHAHA, you people. THANK YOU ALL. closed to new threads, but i'll be hitting these as i can before bed tonight, and tagging back all slows tomorrow for those who want 'em! ♥! (threadhopping, o' course, is still encouraged.) ]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate smiled as she recognized the layout. Cubefall again. How wonderful. She briefly considered the blue jay before choosing another option this time. She really wanted to go soaring again. And the menu options were odd but she adjusted ok to them. Just different when you're a raptor she figured.

She touched the panel, and moments later there was a happy screeching hawk flapping her wings up to the rafters. She would be in the bar for a bit before heading out back to really stretch her wings and fly.

[Open for all of Cubefall]

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

To say that Han was not expecting to find himself in the bar today would be an understatement.

To say that Han was not expecting to find the bar in such a state of...construction...would also be an understatement.

And to say that Han was not expecting several options for a reconfiguration when he came to the counter to beg the lady for a drink would also, yes, be an understatement.

But now there's a bird of prey hopping awkwardly in circles on the bartop, attempting to figure out just how these wings work. Give him a minute or two. He's a pilot, see. These things just come naturally.

maxwellsdemon02

Duo sits at the bar. He has a mostly empty beer in one hand, and a half thoughtful, half zoned-out expression on his face.

He might be staring at you. Sorry.

[OOC: Er, you might want to ping before tagging. You'll see why in a second.]

eisenheimhaus.livejournal.com

Because the mun hasn't EPed in awhile and could use a nice distraction, there is a fifteen-year-old boy at a table, sketching out the finer details of an upcoming project. He may venture out to the party by the lake later, but right now he is working on mechanics of the swivel-seam of a small wooden oval.

No lemonade with ice cubes in today. He's concentrating!

[tinytag: eisenheim]

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

Earphones, to Charlie, are a lovely invention. Very much so; it means he can listen to what constitutes music in his world at a volume loud enough to likely damage his eardrums without hurting anyone else's. And Queen, turned up so loud he can feel the bass in his chest, definitely fits the category of music that should be played loud.

He's leaned back in the oversized chair he's been occupying for the last few hours, a by now slightly flat soft drink within easy reach. He likes this setup, especially when it lends itself to him closing his eyes and mouthing the lyrics to whatever's being blasted into his ears. And he knows a lot of lyrics.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

[OOM Millitimed back to Halloween night.]

Behind un-soundproofed walls, a locked door: Han and Esfir get busy.

Sort of, anyways.

tiny tag: the russian astronaut

almosthonorable

Tucking a translation guide into his coat pocket, Ben approaches the counter before dawn to drop off a handful of notes.

( for miss katherine barlow )

( for dan evans )

( for doc scurlock )

( for han solo )

( for esfir yazycova )

That done, he steps out the Front Door. He's still smirking about the message he left for Solo.

[ tiny tags: ben wade, dan evans, katherine barlow, the russian astronaut ]

[ ooc: not open for tags, as ben'll be back in-bar shortly, but note pick-ups are more than welcome! ]

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

There is a Corellian in the bar. Specifically, he's sitting in a booth looking over charts and blueprints, but also building what appears to be some sort of electrical component, with bits and pieces that are laid out on the table. The caf he was drinking has long gone cold, and he doesn't really seem to care.

He's much more focused on the wires and metal he's assembling into what looks like a detonator assembly for an explosive charge. Because it's completely normal for patrons to assemble various weaponry and such in the general bar area, he doesn't care what anyone thinks. Han wouldn't likely give a damn anyway.

There's a brief pause, where he remembers something and has a waitrat take a note to the bar.

( For Ben Wade. )

He is entirely botherable.

ooc: Sooo. I failed with some car keys threads. If Hey Arnold or Johnny Smith want to tag in still, I am good for that. Much apologies for this taking forever. Anyone is welcome to tag. EDIT: 5:45 PM - might have sporadic slowness awhile.

aimedforthemoon

Apparently, there isn't anything Esfir can do about her outfit. When she comes down from upstairs, she's still wearing the black fur hat, the ridiculously short red military jacket with yellow shoulder-tassels and yellow links across the front, that short black skirt with a slit up one side, black stockings and black boots.

Well, there is no use complaining; a brief sweep of the Bar shows that it could be worse.

And, besides, she has bookcases to design.

So, one tiny, technically undead Russian astronaut in the Bar, at a table, studiously Ignoring the freakouts and flailing around her in favour of drawing up blueprints.

Of course, given that half the time she's kneeling on her chair to draw and measure, she's not exactly hiding.

ooc: this is also carkeys bait for ben linus and artie the gerbil, but obviously open to everyone

tiny!tag: the russian astronaut

Current Mood: working

herostanding.livejournal.com

"Oh, come on."

Jacen rolls his eyes under the helmet he's acquired, and pokes Bar with a black-gloved finger.

"And with the vocoder? Even you can be more subtle than this."

He tries to tug off the helmet.

No dice, Solo.

[ tiny tag: the russian astronaut ]

madeyoudodge

Cathy's standing, hands on her hips (dressed in her circus costume, but mostly covered by a man's sweater far too big for her) staring up into the rafters.

They certainly look like they could support her weight. But should she risk the management's wrath?

Decisions, decisions.

(Eventually, she'll cave.)

[tinytag: Catherine Bloom!]

[OOC: Bait for Sallie Reynolds and Han Solo. All welcome, and feel free to tag her in the rafters or on the ground!]

aimedforthemoon

OoM:
you offered me an eagle's wing,
that to the sun I might soar and sing

tiny!tag: the russian astronaut

aimedforthemoon

Esfir is, at this exact moment, bored. Taking a break from the flight sims (and where is Han, damn him), she's curled up on the couch by the fire with a book beside her. The book (War and Peace - sometimes, you just feel like the classics. And, yes, it's in Russian) is not actually being read.

Instead, she has her lighter out and is flicking the flame on and off.

Yes, she is rather bored, why do you ask?

(And any tags after Teddy's will find the tiny woman looking ever-so-slightly wide-eyed and confused)

tiny!tag: bela talbot, cal chandler, the russian astronaut

[ooc: and back! and welcoming any and all tags]

Current Mood: bored

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

OOM: Definitions.

aimedforthemoon

[OoM: millitimed back to after this:

Han takes Esfir dogfighting - first one to kill the other ten times wins...something.]

tiny!tag: the russian astronaut

hapan-heiress.livejournal.com

There's one plus to traveling around with Han and Leia Solo, and that's that you get taken to the most interesting places.

Also...the Solos buy you lots of things when you're cute. And well, Amelia's cute. (Also, they're trying to make her smile. That one is harder to acheive.)

So there's an Amelia leaning against the wall by the door, a stuffed tauntaun in one hand (he's dirty and missing an eye) and a giant lollipop in the other.

The lollipop gets a lot of attention, the bar not so much.

aimedforthemoon

Han Solo isn't aware of it, but he's on a very important timelimit.

If he doesn't show his unpredicatable ass by the time Esfir has finished taming her hair, she is going to kill him.

Perhaps luckily for the pilot in question, Esfir's hair is longer than it should be, ridiculously thick, and more tangled than a simple run around the lake should have made it. Perhaps unluckily, she's coming to the conclusion that she needs to cut the whole lot of it off instead.

It's more practical for pilots, anyway.

[ooc: not plot-locked at all, but the mun is researching essay and should be slow if she's actually doing her work]

tiny!tag: billy kaplan, demeter, the russian astronaut

Current Mood: grumpy

wheatencrown

The weather is starting to have a chill and white strands are appearing among Demeter's gold locks as she sits by the fire, staring into the flames and not paying attention to the Bar around her.

Tiny tag: Demeter

mad-dog-maguire.livejournal.com

Maguire is, on occasion, a very silly man.

For instance, he took a shot of Atlantean after having been specifically told it had the capability to knock divine entities to the floor.

This is, possibly, why he looks a little on the leery side.

Well, at the very least, he doesn't look healthy.

He's botherable, if you don't mind a bit of incoherency.

[ tiny tag: "mad dog" maguire ]