milliways_bar | Entries tagged with inara serra

Inara comes in wearing the expression in the icon. And carrying a pile of socks. And looking annoyed that she's entered Milliways and not wherever she was headed with the socks.

(Spoiler: She was headed to go toss them at her husband's head because he's let them pile up again.)

A helpful wait-rat brings her a laundry basket. They know her too well.

makesmeatease

Guess what time it is?

It's tea time. At least it is for Inara, who has a teapot in front of her. She's seated near the Observation Window, waiting for the tea to finish steeping. She looks deep in contemplation as she stares at the tea pot, until a waitrat skitters up to her, handing her several cups.

She smiles, taking the cups, the bangles on her arms jingling and jangling. "Xièxie nĭ."

Come join?

[honestly, open forever. i miss rping and i just wanna play and i never seem to be around when others are. so open forEVERRRRRR.]

makesmeatease

It's been a while since Inara has stepped into Milliways, but it is a welcome distraction. She smiles fondly at the familiar sight. After stopping at Happy Hour, she finds her way to the couches near the Observation Window, happy to just lounge about for a while.

ever_lovin

Wearing a Met's jersey that looks like it could cloth the entire team, Ben comes in today for a lunch time pick me up but get picked up himself instead.

"Sure doll, I'll take a turn. Get yourself some rest." That done, now he needs some specials. He'd love to do some Fantastic Four theme but creating mixed drinks has never been his forte. This does remind him of a blog he saw though which had several drinks he wanted to try.

Captain America
The God of Mischief
God of Thunder
Iron Man
The Hulk (Non Atlantean)
The Black Widow
Hawkeye
The Agent Coulson
The Fury

For the kid's and those that don't drink:
Arnold Palmer
Tropical Colada
Apricot Gingerini

Make up a Fantastic Four themed drink, and it's free.

"Happy Hour's GO!" He shouts out to the room at large and sets to filling bowls with pretzels as he runs a classy Happy Hour.

presspasskey

This new face was not prepared for cross-dimensional travel.

While she is in possession of a towel, it is currently obstructing her view as she valiantly attempts to dry her hair. She finally gives up drying her hair and wrings some of the water out of the towel—and looks up.

Her dirty blonde hair continues to drip onto the floor as she stares, shocked. The red plaid flannel shirt clinging to her skin looks a few sizes too large for her, and her long legs are quite noticeably bare.

She could have sworn just two seconds ago she’d been in Clark Kent’s bedroom.

“What the hell?”

Bar, meet Lois Lane.

Good luck.

[ooc: Off limits are all spoilers regarding any version of Clark Kent. I’m okay with DC pups saying they know alternate-her or that alternate-her is a reporter, though. Open ‘till I say otherwise. Time is beginning of season 4.]

makesmeatease

When Inara enters the bar, she stands there for a moment, blinking. Things are different in here, not...broken, just a mess.

"I have been out of here for way too long." She sighs, stepping over a fallen potted plant.

badinlatin

[OOM: Back on Serenity -

"Did you miss me while I was out?"]

themidnightson

realmrsreynolds

[OOM: Sallie Abigail Reynolds.]

Sallie enters Milliways with a plain satchel over one shoulder and a freshly-made pie in her opposite hand. The pie needs to get dropped off first, so Sallie climbs a barstool, dropping the satchel to the floor and letting Bar whisk the pie off to the ether where everything stays when she has to hold something, and Sallie very gently lets her forearms and head drop to the bartop. The cold of it feels soothing on her cheek, and she closes her eyes to focus on anything else she can at the moment.

Sallie has no clue what in the world she's going to do.

For right now, she's going to stay slumped over the bar, letting Bar talk to her as only she can, and not think about her ex-husband.

Damnit.

[ooc: workslow, but this post is open for quite some time/til I note here otherwise.]

badinlatin

"Five years."

Mal never remembers these things on his own. It's more when he steps up to the bar and he receives a note of congratulations from his mother the Barman and a cupcake from the bar.

"Wow."

Mal orders a Coke to go with the cupcake, requesting also a pad of paper and a ballpoint pen to get some notes written out for later.

Come on by when he settles into a booth. He's got the time, apparently.

[ooc: ~~open. very open.~~ not so open anymore! off to bed. <333]

makesmeatease

Sitting at the Bar, getting a progress report on her mother-in-law from the rats, is Inara Serra and a pot of tea. She looks as poised as ever, with her dark hair swept up out of her face, and her fingernails clinking elegantly against the china of her cup.

"She's not doing any heaving lifting, right?" Inara sighs as she eyes the rat. The rat chitters, illiciting another sigh.

Alice Cullen is lounging on the ledge of the Window, staring out into the swirling mass of stars, humming to herself as she lets a book dangle from her fingers.

She's ever alert though--looking for someone she knows...someone she has yet to befriend, and as always: her husband or brother.

John's outside running laps around the lake. He's been out here long enough that he, in his Florida-born-and-bred mind, thinks that should have turned into a popsicle already.

Since he hasn't, he figures that's a good sign and keeps running. Until he trips on a root.

realmrsreynolds

[OOMs, two different days:

"But I promise that I won't drop by completely unannounced."]

realmrsreynolds

[OOM in the bar:

Sallie is back from the City, and runs into a smattering of people.]

makesmeatease

[OOMs: A strange dream sets Inara to thinking.
And so she brings up her thoughts with her husband.
Also, she now refuses to see any doctor that doesn't come with a list of references. :|]

simon_doctor

Out of Milliways:

Spin the speed of light
Tetrahedron blue
One last paradise
You can make for you

Enter a world, light unshown
Following heart, following home
Here we are, light unshone
One round heart, one round home

[OOC note: At least one of these threads is still in progress.]

gonna_live

[In December:

Simon and Kaylee don't talk about it.

Inara's not having it.

Mal and Kaylee make a little progress with it.

Kaylee confesses about her plans for it; Simon gets melancholy about it.

Simon spends most of a wave talking about it.

And Kaylee has a little meltdown about it.

Happy New Year.]

makesmeatease

The nights on Serenity are getting longer and longer, the closer they come to Kaylee and Simon leaving. Or maybe it's the more Mal mutters under his breath, the less he talks to either leaving party, that makes it so long.

Inara, for her part, is finding herself stretched thin by all of it. Milliways is a welcome and comfortable reprieve from...everything.

So, former space-ho in the bar, curled up in an armchair with some tea.

simon_doctor

Out of Milliways, backtimed to December 9:

I have no idea how this happens
All of my maps have been overthrown
Happenstance has changed my plans
So many times my heart has been outgrown

badinlatin

Mal's all dirty.

Inara...well, nobody comes out of a Firefly under serious renovations without getting some dirt under their fingernails, but for the most part Inara seems pretty coiffed as always as the pair come out of the Milliways garage.

Mal leads Inara to the couch, waiting for a rat to notice two potential customers.

He's getting lazy in his old age.

~~[ooc: Tag one or the other or both.]~~

baptizemyself

The days in Milliways are long and dull for the new girl who hasn't made any real connections yet. She finds herself with a lot of free time to kill- something that Helena isn't used to at all. So she does what any good vigilante does when faced with endless days of captivity: she trains. A lot. Currently you can find her outside by the lake, doing Taekwondo.

She's wearing a sports bra, jogging bottoms and running shoes but she's still got the mask on. She is, after all, still trying to protect her secret identity.

badinlatin

[In the garage:

"Just. They're makin' another hole in 'er."]

badinlatin

[In Forks, Washington, under a constant cover of clouds and rain...

A man and a woman go with a vampire to get tattoos.

Mal's plans never really do run smooth. Ish.]

[sparkletags: carlisle cullen, alice cullen]

makesmeatease

Inara's in the Bar, sitting in a booth, with her customary cup of tea. Not so customary are the sheets of paper scattered around her, each with a half finished enso started. The zen circles aren't perfect and as Inara works, her tongue sticking between her teeth, it's obvious that it's starting to get on her nerves.

She growls, frustrated, and crumples the one she's working on, shoving it to the side.

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[ooc: may drop off the face of the earth. rp ennui still in effect, boooo. but tag now and i promise i'll try my hardest not to be lame D:]

badinlatin

[OOM:

"Ever think o' getting a tattoo?"]

[ooc: Warnings for Mal and Inara making with the boot-knockin'.]

river_meimei

Naomi's on the mend; she's running around almost as usual, now, but she's more prone than usual to abrupt (and very cranky) bouts of tiredness. Wash and Zoe are, unsurprisingly, watching her with the eagle eyes of worried, protective parents who only have one toddler to mind. Simon stopped by yesterday evening, pronounced her nearly well, and vanished again to resume his frantic studying for exams.

River, right now, is stretched out on her stomach on a rafter. Her toes are pointed; her skirt falls in red and white ruffles to either side of the beam. Her chin is resting on one folded arm.

With the other, she's eating a bowl of fresh raspberries.

[Tiny tags from above: Chuck Bartowski, Castiel]