milliways_bar | Entries tagged with inari

When the door opens to the bar the smell of spring rain and cherry blossoms would fill the air, maybe even a few lose blossoms trailing in as a gentle breeze blows them in. The scene outside is picturesque overlooking a quiet garden. It's not quite normal, nor is the little white fox that pokes its head in through the door.

It makes a few noises, sniffing around the door before something outside the door causes it to skitter off. A woman's voice is quickly heard along the the soft sound of wooden sandles on stone. "You found something?" she asks, still out of view for a few seconds longer, it's not long before a young woman dressed in a soft blue kimono steps into the door then stops, stares, jaw dropping.

Tears well up in her eyes as she presses her hands on either side of the door frame before she finally takes a step inside. "I'm home."

Decorum is tossed out the window as she hurries her way in, making a beeline for the Bar. Is it an odd sight to see a woman hugging Bar? Because there is now a woman hugging Bar as best she can paying no attention to the door closing behind her. "Oh how I've missed you!" she squeals, finally shifting to sit on a stool. Instantly a plate of rice cakes and tea appear leaving the woman clapping her hands gleefully.

There's more than enough to share.

Welcome home, Inari.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

The fresh smell of cherry blossoms filled the air as a gentle breeze flew over the lake. It was soft, sweet, much like a lover's caress as it whirled around the people who were still outside enjoying the warm evening. Gently the branches of the cherry tree that had been planted near by waved about in said breeze like the gentle waves upon the lake shore. It was a typical evening in Milliways. Perfect, peaceful, and quiet. Even the little clicking of the kodama filled the air a little more than usual. But it was fitting.

However the figure that was standing out infront of the lake with her hands hooked within the large sleeves of her kimono that wasn't a usual sight. Of course she was quite pleased with having suddenly found herself back for a brief time somehow she knew she had in a place she had told herself she might not have seen again. Turning her head, the slight oriental woman looked up toward the entrance to the bar.

She was home.

[ooc: One night only folks! Come say hi if you want or stop in for a visit!]

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

When Inari woke in the morning she knew something was wrong. Not a bad wrong but something was going to happen. It was an instant feeling of knowing that it was to be her last day within the Bar she had called home for many a year now. Oh the door may return for her sometime, the Kami knew though the questions of when, where, and how were yet to be determined. Even for a woman as herself she did not know the answers- she did not allow herself this.

Most of the morning was spent making things- items for her friends and family she had aquired since her arrival into Milliways. Once everything was set she exited her room locking it for the first time before heading down to the bar refusing to look back. If she did she knew very well she would lose what bit of calm she had managed to gather since her task had started. Swift steps led her outside toward the lake and a quiet spot not to far off from it. Minutes later she returned, stopping at Bar, and carefully laying a hand upon the smooth surface of the countertop. It was her way of saying goodbye.

"My dear old friend," the kami spoke softly, "I have a final task to charge you with if you would assist me?" Carefully the oriental woman waved a hand over the bartop and items appeared- small bags and scrolls mostly. When the items were gone Inari stepped back and bowed deeper to Bar more so than she would anyone else she knew in life. "May the days bless you, my friend."

Quiet steps took her toward the door with the fabrics of her kimono lightly rustling. One blue eyed gaze swept over the bar as she made her own goodbyes by a sad little smile before reaching for the handle.

Then she was gone.

[ooc: Each person that Inari has ever threaded with will receive a small bag when they next come to the bar. Will, Kate, and Doc will also have something else waiting on them.]

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

There were many things in the world that Inari was willing to try. Fried ice cream, eating snails, and going to a costume party in a Civil War era dress. Now the last wouldn't be an issue because she liked dresses, but hoop skirts?

When the door opened into Milliways the kitsune kami breathed a sigh of relief, lowering the parasol as she tried to cross through the door. But hoop skirts and small doors do not get along quite well. Moving forward she almost seemed to bounce back a step frowning slightly as she did. The second time she didn't back track as much.

The third time? She got stuck.

"Um," Inari said lightly, somewhat squeeking as she did, completely stuck in the door. "Help?"

[tinytag: Rhyme]

fanofthegenre

When the door shows up for Beckett for the second day in a row, it comes as a bit of a surprise to her, but she heads toward the bar without hesitation, hoping to at least get a cup of decaf out of the deal.

Instead of a cup, a napkin appears in front of her. She reads it with a frown.

"Really?"

Another napkin appears. Beckett reads that one, too.

"Alright," she finally agrees, shoulders sagging in surrender, and slides under the bar to set everything up.

"Just so you know, I'm not very good at--" A third napkin appears and interrupts her. "Fine. But you're going to have to help me."

The specials board immediately changes to a list with Bar's handwriting:

HAPPY HOUR

Cop Car
E Pluribus Unum
Holly Golightly

Beer, wine and other mixed drinks available upon request.

Beckett's eyes read over the list and she makes a face.

"Funny."

A fourth napkin appears: this one with just a smiling face drawn on.

[tiny first time bartender tag: kate beckett]

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

So Inari has been a little more than busy outside her door. Every year there is a little festival held in her honor, which was quite humbling, and she had forgotten about bringing a part of it to the Bar. It was to her a way of saying 'thank you' to the patrons and the place for always being there for her when she needed them.

Carefully moving through the bar dressed in her usual green kimono she carried a rather large bowl decorated in fine hand painted designs of the scenery of Kyoto. What was inside, though, glowed a very soft little green. Once at the bar she carefully set the bowl down and tried not to giggle before a little sign appeared beside of it. "Thank you, dear."

Once satisfied she settled onto a barstool not far away accepting a cup of tea that was provided for her ready to answer any questions there may be. And she was sure there would be some.

[ooc: Please see this backroom post for more explination. Thankie!]

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

Since running into a certain rather creepy duo out back in the snow, Inari had been avoiding Milliways for a few days. Not to mention that her mun had to practically beg the voice to come out of hiding for a decent post. While the snows were still about outside the weather was somewhat warm. No bone chilling breeze swept through the trees and down around the lake or inlet that would demand patrons stay inside.

Over the lake a figure slithered about the sky sometimes skimming over the surface letting claws dip into the icy water. The dragon was a dark green with golden mane and ridges along her back. Typical of the Japanese style, it moved up into the air seeming to float and search with oddly bright blue eyes. She wasn't going to be so unprepared this time about for a certain red fox and wolf.

Diving back towards the ground the large creature worked her way up and around the lake keeping her figure low to the ground as she gracefully arched about the stables making a beeline toward the back door of the bar. Someone may get a little snow tossed in their direction if they aren't careful enough.

[tiny!faun tag: Pan]

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Like..a car running over their cat or stubbing a toe on a chair. Other times it's being tossed scruff first through a door and being rolled like a bowling ball on the ground. The little white fox didn't stop her rolling until she smacked against the bar where she rested upside down against it.

There might even be little stars circling her head if you look close enough. Give her some time or a hand up? Might be a reward in it for someone if they do.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

The thing about snow and foxes was they went hand in hand.

In spite of the white flecks that are falling from the air, the white kimono-clad kami was out standing close to the lake. Two large fans resided in each hand as she danced causing them to swirl about her in their own special way. A soft smile resided upon her face as she moved stepping into each movement with a flowing grace that matched the delicate flakes.

Come close enough and she may talk to you or give you a surprise. Kitsunes and their tricks you know.

Current Mood: calm

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

It had been a while since the kitsune had actually been inside the bar wearing something more traditional than a pair of jeans and shirt. But business was business and even kami sometimes had to deal with the joys of paperwork. Which is why the kimono-wearing woman has found herself a quiet little spot in the bar quite possibly near the fireplace where she is currently fixing tea.

There are some ricecakes sitting on a red laqured plate as well if anyone wants to share them. It wouldn't be proper to have them out and not be willing to give them to people. And there just may be a few extra cups sitting on the bamboo mat that she has placed upon the floor.

Anyone is more than welcome to join her.

didntmakeitout.livejournal.com

Doc Potter has, all things considered, been faring pretty well. The fact that he's dead is something that he's accepted, and the feeling of aimlessness that occasionally accompanies it hasn't sunk him down yet.

At present, he's settled at a table, poring over a copy of the Origin of Species, one hand on the book, the other resting on the side of his head. (His hat and coat are both up in his room, and he's dressed in a new set of clothes - things he might have worn back home - that are fairly unostentatious and simple.)

He is also, for the curious, wearing earplugs in an attempt to concentrate.

This doesn't mean he wouldn't appeciate a good conversation, but it does mean he may react with a little more surprise than usual.

[ what the fuck kind of tiny tag are you anyway?: doc potter
it's nice to have a conversation with a tiny tag for a change: ben wade

ooc: ~~mun is around another hour and a half or so before~~ fleeing, but will be around most of the evening. <3333 ]

justdidntseeit

The blonde who walks through the Front Door didn't expect to see the bar tonight. As evidenced by the fuzzy pink robe, ridiculous slippers, and her hair piled in a careless knot on top of her head.

She'd just wanted a long soak in the tub -- but when she turns around, the door back to Bill's house in Wheelsy is gone.

" -- again."

Resigned, she heads for the counter to request a spare key to her room upstairs.

Instead, she gets a piece of tiramisu with a single candle, and a napkin that reads Happy anniversary, Kate in Bar's elegant script.

A surprised smile tugs at her lips; with a quick glance around the bar, then at her attire, she slips onto a stool and reaches for the accompanying fork.

"Thanks, Bar."

thursdays_angel

[OOM: On the threshold of Milliways.]

There is a man standing quietly just inside the door.

He looks conventional enough--a man in a dark suit and trench coat. But he holds himself a little stiffly, as if he isn't quite comfortable in his own skin.

(It's been a long time since he has inhabited a corporeal body--it's an odd feeling to get accustomed to again.)

But aside from the telltale discomfort, he looks calm. Not bewildered or frightened or awe-struck, or any similar emotion often seen on newcomers to Milliways. He is looking around curiously, but seems disinclined to move away from the door.

Castiel has come to this strange place. And he will learn whatever it is he is meant to learn here.

He just doesn't quite know where or how to begin.

[Tiny Tag: Castiel]

[The mun would like to kindly beg off further new tags for the evening. Yay, overthreading! Don't worry. He'll be back on a pretty regular basis.]

[OOC #2: The mun is going to have to cry uncle and go sleep. Thank you all so so much! I'll pick up slowtimes tomorrow.]

apollinares.livejournal.com

Apollo is:

a) curled up in a couch,
b) picking at his violin,
c) watching patrons go by,
d) returning from a mun-induced hiatus,
e) all of the above.

(Hint: e)

[OOC: Mun will be a bit slow, may disappear, but, ha! An EP!

Itty tag: Apollo]

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

The mun is feeling rather nostalgic at the moment.

Sitting close to the fire is our wayward kitsune kami sitting at the edge of one of the seats with her eyes closed. Nestled infront of her resides an old looking instrument- amber gold in color with a nice polish on it that reflects the dancing of the flames in the fireplace. A warmer smile resides across her face as she glides the horse-hair bow over the strings of the cello playing a piece from memory that also seems to fit her mood.

Christmas has come and pass, yes, with a few presents to be given out to the folks by person this year not by bar. Maybe she would see them...maybe not- it depended upon their doors. But for now Inari was going to play her cello and smile. Today was a good day.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Carnival of Animals- The Swan

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

There is a child in the bar, a girl who hasn't been seen in quite some time. However this isn't stopping her from sitting on Bar humming a little tune to herself while eating happily away on a rice cake.

It was cold in Japan thus the reason she had her little mittens beside of her and a heavier garment was draped about her. Easier to hide in if she had to or scare people from. The little kitsune kami was all about getting good little shocks and laughs from people.

Lightly her feet drummed against the side of the bar in gentle little taps. Today was going to be a good day.

mogget_cat

On the big, comfortable couch in front of the fireplace, there is a kitty. Or what looks to be a kitty. It's currently poring over the pages of a small book, trying and so-far failing to find the non-touristy section of the Japanese phrasebook.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

Here, Bar, have a Kitsune Kami. It's been far to long but she's been there waiting for the right time to pounce.

But, well, she's not pouncing.

Currently the young woman is laying upside down on the couch with toe-socked feet dancing to the music of the iPod she has on. It's candy lime green. One of those annoying shades that everyone has to have. Plus the song she is singing along to is just..well..it fits the silly sort of mood she is in.

Totally botherable!

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

Today was a good day to be in Milliways.

Or so the patrons thought.

Inari carefully made her way toward the bar with two wrapped boxes each containing something different inside each colorfully wrapped boxes with nice pretty bows on them. On one of the boxes is a little card with the words written in a flowing hand "For: Stitch".

"Bar?" the kitsune kami asked with a smile, "can you make sure Stitch gets these for me? Thank you!"

We're doomed.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

So here is a face that hasn't been seen in a few turnings of the Wheel. The little head that pokes inside from the door watches the patrons carefully before the widest of gaptoothed smiles crosses her little face with the owner of said smile bounding inside the bar. She nearly trips over her kimono, though, sending her into a giggle fit before she turns her head to watch a little white fox hop in behind her.

"We found it!"

Here, bar, have a little Inari.

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

From 1967 to 2008. That's the differences between the times when Inari left the bar not one day ago to when she walked back in the night before. Of course the kitsune didn't seem to notice at all as she walked in, iPod playing and nose stuck in a book.

It was summer in Kyoto and things were going as well as they could be. Sure things were FUBARed throughout the world, but in her little section of it, she was pretty content. With her short hair twisted up in a clasp and bright eyes locked onto the book she hardly noticed the table she was about to run smackdab into.

Someone wanna stop her?

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

While, technically, none of Bart's posts so far could be called a study of a speedster in motion, it's time to switch to still life, of sorts: a speedster asleep. Having lacked the energy to go through the song-and-dance leading to slightly illegal money for the purposes of getting a hotel room, Bart had stumbled through the bar, recalled its more-or-less safe-ness, and picked a couch.

He's stretched out on it now, his red sweatshirt balled up for use as a pillow, one hand resting on his ever-present backpack on the floor, possibly by accident, most likely by design- pretty much everything he has is in that backpack, after all.

Approach if you wish, but don't expect to sneak up on him; he hasn't been a particularly heavy sleeper for a while now.

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

This time, your friendly neighborhood speedster is seated at a booth, rather cheerfully people- and Observation Window-watching when he isn't stuffing his face full with omelets and pancakes and toast and muffins and all manner of tasty breakfast foods that may or may not be illegally procured.

This place is seriously AWESOME.

(OM NOM NOM!)

mr_gaeta

Four years after he raised his right hand and swore to protect the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, Felix Gaeta -- not Lieutenant Gaeta any longer -- has separated from the Colonial Fleet.

Four years shouldn't be enough time to grow this unaccustomed to civilian clothes, but all he can think about, in an ineffectual, nattering circle that's distracting him from the bigger issues, is how poorly they fit compared to his uniform. The jacket's too wide across the shoulders, the shirt itches; he keeps touching the back of his neck when he realizes his dog tags are gone, and keeps taking his hand away when he remembers why.

Could be worse, though. At least he has a distraction.

It's a short ride to the planet's surface and a shorter walk to Colonial One. Gaeta ineffectually tries to straighten his jacket, knocks on the ship door, pushes it open after a moment's silence --

His eyebrows shoot up.

Despite what other people might say about Baltar, Gaeta doesn't find it likely that the President managed to turn an entire ship into a bar.

[Special OOC note for Greek!muns: please read this back room post before tagging. Many thanks!]

[Tinytag: the Russian astronaut]

ubertracker.livejournal.com

Patrons stare out the observation window all the time. That's nothing new.

What is probably new is the scene taking place near the window this evening. The large sabre-tooth cat is sitting on a table, front paws draped over the leading edge, eyes focused on the universe ending on the other side of the glass.

It just doesn't stop.

But it's never the same.

Which explains why Diego has been sitting there for quite some time, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

[tinytag: diego]