07 September 2017 @ 02:07 pm
Enzo will, of course, be officially celebrating his coming-of-age in Mainframe with his family. Rather than have a huge party in Milliways, he is therefore having two smaller ones, before and after.

Gotta pace himself, after all.

[OOC: All are welcome!]
10 August 2017 @ 03:37 pm
The front door opens and a tall and broad figure steps in. Heavy boots fall on the wooden floorboards and in his wake is a trail best described as 'yuck'.

In fact Red is coated in the mess, slimy glop that drips down his shoulders and back in pale green, boogery strands. Each foot fall is marked with a squelching sound and a sticky boot-print and when he stops at the counter a huge blob of the junk slops off the ends of his trench coat and hits the floor with a wet 'SPLAT'.

"Gimme a beer and a Baby Ruth," Hellboy requests and Bar provides, along with a stack of super-sized bath towels.

Red takes a seat, ignoring the towels for now in favor of tearing open the wrapper on the candy bar and taking a big bite which gets washed down with beer.

It's been a day.
08 February 2017 @ 01:36 pm
Hellboy is bored. Which is a dangerous thing when you're him and you live in a classified government underground bunker full of top secret things that not only go boom, but also go bump in the night.

He's on his way to see just what he can get into when Milliways appears behind a secure door instead of the storage room he was looking for. He mulls it over for a moment, then shrugs and steps in, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, I'm bored," he informs the counter when he reaches it. She promptly responds with a napkin and Red grins.

"Yeah? Sure, I'll do it."

Bar goes to sleep and Red steps behind the counter, making up a specials board and setting it up before throwing a towel over his shoulder classic barkeep style.

Umbrella Drinks

It's cold in Jersey, so he figures something beach-y is in order. That, and Red's never tried his hand at cocktails before.
07 September 2016 @ 10:41 am

That's what the sign staked out just past the back door reads, and in the grass just beyond there are pumpkin carcasses littering the ground here and there. To judge by the way they're split open, guts spilled at the bottom of cratered depressions it would appear as if they fell out of the sky.

Which, naturally, is exactly where they came from.

Following their trail and trajectory backwards a person will find Hellboy and a very large slingshot apparatus. It's a fairly simple setup, two large posts hammered into the ground with heavy-duty elastic stretched between them, and a large man drawing back on a pumpkin, aiming for the lake.

Fall, it seems, has arrived.
02 May 2016 @ 12:44 pm
There is a great big red guy in a trench coat sitting on a stool at the counter today. He's hunched over, flipping through pages in what appears to be a gardening book.

The flyer at his elbow might explain why.

Completely botherable, especially if you know anything about vegetable growing.
13 February 2016 @ 09:45 am
Anyone visiting the bar today might notice a few decorations that weren't there before. Pink and red bunting, clusters of cut-out paper hearts taped to the walls. Boxes of chocolates, and a bowl filled to the brim with those chalky conversation hearts.

A bit odd, but nothing sinister. The bar just has its sense of humor. And a fondness for playing matchmaker, perhaps. For example, anyone who happens to eat food from her today will suddenly find themselves handcuffed to the person nearest them who has also eaten. The cuffs are unpickable, and quite sturdy, but there may be a key floating about in the possession of a mystery patron....

[OOC: Thanks to Saph for the set up.]
24 September 2014 @ 10:42 am
Agent Tom Manning the director of the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense recently received a brand new laptop. State of the art technology, sleek customized design, and encrypted with the government's secrets about who and what goes bump in the night, it is most certainly a high dollar figure piece of equipment.

Said laptop is currently in the hands of Red who is parked on a sofa chair, his feet propped on a coffee table, his tail hanging over the arm, with a pile of candy bars and a bag of Cheetos close at hand, watching cat videos.

Right now he's watching this one, and cracking the hell up.

"It's a duck! AHAHAHAHA!"

If you don't understand why this is funny then he really can't help you.
25 March 2014 @ 01:21 pm
Red hasn't been around much, but, y'know, that's Milliways.

He saunters in, easy as you please, and heads for the counter to put in an order. Before he can speak a large cake appears with a big '20th' candle burning on top.

Hellboy quirks an eyebrow and a comic appears, only this one has a giant '20th Anniversary Edition' printed across it.

Barking a laugh, he shakes his head and has a seat.

"Alright, but they still never get the eyes right."

[ooc: So it was really on Saturday and I missed it. Consider this post open until it scrolls, with slows happening as work does.]
01 November 2013 @ 04:01 pm
It has been a lot of work all day, schlepping stuff back and forth, enlisting the help of wait rats, fighting with the wait rats, coordinating with Bar, fighting with Bar, and basically making most of it up as he went along.

He's never actually thrown a party before, okay?!

But, finally and at last, Hellboy has done it.

Outside by the lake shore there is a Party. A Party with balloons, streamers, banners, a giant inflatable gorilla, food, LOUD music, a petting zoo, several cars display, and the occasional firework.

It starts as a celebration for Enzo's graduation from the Guardian Academy, but after Red hears the good news, it turns into an engagement party as well (after Red goes through and changes all the signs from 'Congrats, Enzo!' to 'Congrats, Enzo and Dani').

Everyone is invited, so come on, celebrate and have some fun!

[ooc: this is a party post, feel free to have your pup drop in whether they know the three in question or not! Thread, tag hop, whatever feels good! This post will be open to new tags through Sunday, and for slows until forever.]
30 October 2013 @ 11:48 am
Red walks in, in a hurry, lugging a stack of papers and a notepad. He rips the first page off of the notepad and slaps it onto Bar's counter top.

"Okay, so I'm putting together a shindig and I need this stuff from you for Friday."

The sheet disappears a moment, then reappears with several items crossed off. Red picks the page back up and scowls.

"What? Oh come on, how the heck are people supposed to bungee jump if you don't give me the hot air balloon?"

A napkin appears and Red reads it.

"You're killing a great party, I hope you know that."

With a sigh he starts scanning through the rest of the list.

"I didn't mean artillery shells as in ammo, I meant the fireworks."

The napkin conversation continues.

"Yeah, okay, I meant ammo, but why the heck not? I'm not going to... "


"Fine. Can I at least get the fireworks?"


"One last question, do you got any idea where a guy could rent an elephant in Jersey?"


"Ohhh, right. I guess they don't make Dumbo size Pampers, do they? Hmmm... all right."

Red crosses that item off his list himself, then gives back the paper.

"Okay, so there's that. And then... this."

He sets a hefty stack of paper onto the bartop. Each sheet is a photocopy of a handwritten invite on BPRD Letterhead and reads: )

"Give one of these to everybody for me, would ya?" Why stop the guest list with friends and family when you can invite the whole multi-universe?

"And, if anyone asks, yes gifts are mandatory."

That done he tacks one of the sheets on the bulletin board then heads back out again. He has things to finish putting together and needs to figure out a good substitute for an elephant that doesn't involve giant piles of crap.

[ooc: No tags to Red, but feel free to react. More info in the Back Room]
29 October 2013 @ 03:18 pm
[OOM, timed to just after this: Enzo gets grudging permission for a virus to visit the Academy.]
22 October 2013 @ 11:32 pm
Well, thank goodness all that's over. Now Enzo can focus his worry exclusively on studying for finals.

This is currently taking the form of doing pull-ups on a rafter, and reciting viral facts to himself on each descent.
27 June 2013 @ 03:59 pm
"Alright, now where's the other one?"


"The one that bit my tail, wise guy."


If anyone is curious, that is a big red guy pinning a tiny Treasure Troll doll to the wall by its florescent pink hair.

Just because the doll can't talk doesn't mean he can't interrogate it. And just because there's no heard reply to his questions doesn't mean what it isn't saying isn't pissing him off.

"What?! I outta-- " And that is the big red guy hauling his Big Stone Fist back like he's going to slug the little doll. Which, he just might, given the circumstances and ignoring the probable possible property damage.

[tiny tag: creepy doll]

[ooc: sorry for the disappear, there was food, and then there was being on the roof working on the AC. I'll be around about another hour, and this can stay open for slows until it scrolls. And bedtime. Shall pick up tags tomorrow.]
24 February 2013 @ 12:12 am
Thor is at Bar with a beer. (Sam Adams, but it's in a large glass tankard, so an observer will only be able to tell that it's some kind of brown ale.)

He's carrying on an earnest conversation with a series of napkins covered in orange crayon.

Anyone close enough will be able to tell that Thor's end of the conversation mostly consists of things like, "Truly? So little?" This is because he's asking Bar about human alcohol tolerance.

Guess who's just found out that alcohol poisoning is even a thing that can happen?

[OOC: You are all awesome, and I need to faceplant into bed. I'll pick up these threads tomorrow! No new threads unless we've talked about them, please, so I can keep up with the slowtimes I've got.]
23 November 2012 @ 02:52 pm
When Red walks in he's after a snack and beer, what he gets from Bar instead makes him frown.

"What's this?"

It looks like a bill. A Large one.

Bar confirms this with a napkin.

"For what?!"

'Black Beauty' is the reply and Red's eyes widen as his frown deepens.

"You're gonna make me pay for that? But-- "

Another napkin, and Red reluctantly agrees.

"Alright, fine. But no one else ever makes me pay for damages."

One of the perks of his job is letting the government pick up the bill on things like this.

With a sigh he rounds the counter and grabs the board, jotting down a few specials, and a larger note at the bottom.
Rum and Coke
Tips greatly appreciated

With that done he grabs a bowl of peanuts to munch and waits.
15 November 2012 @ 02:52 pm
When Hellboy walks through the front door his focus is on his hands, not on his surroundings. He's tinkering with something, and when he looks up and notices his surroundings he hesitates.

Standing in the threshold, he casts a glance over the room, and decides to go ahead and stay.

As the door closes behind him he takes up a seat at a table. Ordering a "large" RC Cola from a rat, he goes back to fiddling with the small contraption resting in his stone palm.

The set of his shoulders is a little tense, and he keeps his head down. A big, red man trying to blend in with the bar crowd.

[ooc: tags might be a bit slow, but this is open until it scrolls. If you need to contact the mun PMs are your best bet.]
09 November 2012 @ 03:37 pm

[ upstairs: And if the lights draw you in
And the dark can take you down
And love can mend your heart
But only if you’re lucky now

[millitimed to after the end of the Slenderman plot]
02 November 2012 @ 12:58 am
[OOM: I thought of old friends, the ones who'd gone missing; said all their names three times.
phantoms in the early dark, canaries in the mines.

Liz has had a long -- has it been a week? She thinks it's been a week. Christ.

She drags ass out of the infirmary, looking toward the far wall and -- there. Of course there's the Door now, now that she doesn't need it anymore. Christ. She exhales sharply and continues on to the bar, where two undelivered notes (one addressed to Abe Sapien and one to John Myers) appear for her. She pockets them both, then asks for a pen and a pad of paper.

She's perched at the bar, head in her hand as she writes. Her hair was probably once in a ponytail but is straggling now; there are gauze patches taped to both the front and back of her bruised left shoulder, visible because she's wearing a black tank top. Her Bureau-issue belt still has its attached holster (with gun in said holster) but is missing several pouches, the cases on her left hip smashed. Her face is set.

[Open for quick-threads, and (like the linked threads) millitimed to Halloween night!]
24 October 2012 @ 10:52 pm
[OOM: Out back, Hellboy had said. He'd seen something in the trees; something that had unsettled him.]

The first thing that Liz does, upon staggering into the bar, is to look around wildly.

The second thing -- after not seeing Abe, Myers, Charlie, Laura, or anyone else who's immediately familiar, within her field of vision -- is to go for the door.

The third thing is staring at the blank stretch of wall where a door should be.

Liz takes several breaths, white-faced with her fists clenched at her sides and fire surging beneath her skin, her eyes shining an unearthly blue. Breathing deeply tickles the back of her throat and she coughs, then lifts shaky hands to her face. "Fuck," she says, into the heels of her hands. "Fuck, fuck fuck."

She lowers her hands. It's all on her, she tells herself. She can't get to the Bureau to recruit help. She's got to be smart about this. She looks around again, the light in her eyes fading to brown, and then she heads for a stool. A sharp word with Bar brings a pad of paper and a pen, and she scrawls two quick identical notes and leaves them with Bar.

On her way to the stairs, Liz spots a green-lettered sign, and she slows, then stops in front of it. She reads it three times. Then she goes slamming up the stairs.