milliways_bar | Entries tagged with inspector detector

( So a Nazi walks into a Bar... )
[OOC: If you haven't already, please read this backroom post before clicking on the cut! And just as a forewarning, I'll be pretty slow responding to tags for the better part of this week and the next.]

[ETA: We're back in business! Still going to be slow, but the mun is up and about.]

myshootingstar

This evening Minx is holed up in a corner booth with David, having a rather intense conversation.

Whatever is said, upsets her pretty badly. She gets up and storms towards the bar, leaving David sitting at the table.

{ooc: Two muses, one mun, chat to whichever you prefer.}

i_am_your_host

The door swings open with a burst of laughter from both male and female voices.

And the Master of Ceremonies stumbles in backwards, shirtless with a pink feather boa wrapped around his neck and his lipstick smeared.

"Fritzie, pull that out right this instant!" he scolds, his voice cracking and not at all stern.

"But Herman won't let me!" comes the whining protest on the edge of giggles.

More laughter, and Emcee turns and slams the door shut. Leaning back against it, he catches his breath, chuckling to himself and swiping at the corners of his mouth with his fingertips.

i_am_your_host

[ OOM: Millitimed to around/after the holidays:

The Master of Ceremonies gets just a wee bit maudlin with David...

...before going upstairs for a night of drastically different intimacy from the last time they'd wound up in bed.

Warnings: Sex, PTSD. ]

i_am_your_host

The gifts of food that the Master of Ceremonies receives at the bar rather astounds him. He certainly doesn't expect any of it, and has nothing to give in return, except for a few polite thank you notes. After sampling only one thing from each batch for himself, just to say that he's tasted them and enjoyed them (and he does), he has the rest boxed up and takes them back into the Kit Kat Klub, leaving them in his dressing room for his boys and girls to plunder.

Now he is back at the bar. The holidays seem to be over here, and this means a new year is approaching.

He usually isn't one for nostalgia or reflection, but as he sits and smokes and drinks in the shadows, he thinks about the way the past several months here have unfolded for him. And how he'd made it this far.

i_am_your_host

The door abruptly swings open.

"--No, no, darlings, not now! I'm already late as it is. Off with you! Go!"

The Master of Ceremonies quickly ducks in, bringing a full tumbler of gin to his lips, a lit cigarette pinched between the knuckles of his glass-holding hand.

"Oh, fuck," he sighs.

Less than five minutes until showtime and he hasn't put on his makeup yet. His face is bare -- only a slim handful of his acquaintances here have actually seen him without makeup. But he'll take advantage of the infinite amount of time here to take care of that.

So he heads straight for the bar and requests a small mirror, a stick of kohl, blue eyeshadow, and lipstick. He sheds his leather coat, wearing just a sleeveless white undershirt and trousers with suspenders underneath. Gin and cigarette readily at hand, he's an expert at multitasking if you're curious.

inspector_blueeyes

David bursts through the door, Minx in his arms. They’re both dressed in neat, strategic black, a gun holstered at his hip. Minx is bleeding badly and unconscious. He doesn’t stop in the bar, walking; not running purposefully for the infirmary. He’s not the time to panic, even now.

Later, after some time and help, they can both be found sitting in one of the recovery rooms. Minx, still dopey with painkillers, dozes on the bed as David watches over her, incredibly tense.

Visitors are more than welcome.

inspector_blueeyes

David is in rather a hurry today but stops to leave something at the bar before heading back to his world.

( For Emcee... )

{ooc: plotlocked for reaction from Emcee.}

inspector_blueeyes

OOM - David finally musters up the courage to ask Emcee a favour.

Result gets... well, slightly messed up. But Emcee is very good at dealing with the messed up ones.

{Warnings for sex and allusions to David having a messed up past.}

i_am_your_host

The door creaks open, and the Master of Ceremonies slips in, like liquid through a crack, and he quickly shuts it behind him.

He's shirtless, holding his coat. He sweeps his fingertips under his bottom lip, wiping away smudged makeup, and runs a hand through his lanky hair. Smiling faintly and a little breathless, he leans against the door for a moment before pulling his coat on and heading to the bar.

He needs a cigarette. And a drink.

onceaviking

Eric is seated at a table with an empty glass.
Those who saw him after the spirited exchange with Pearly might be surprised to see his face as it bears no marks of this whatsoever.

He ought to head back. They ought to head back. There are plenty of things to deal with at home, but he is taking the opportunity to relax a little before returning to the madness that is Area Five.

i_am_your_host

Money makes the world go around
The world go around
The world go around
Money makes the world go around
It makes the world go 'round.

A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound
A buck or a pound
A buck or a pound
Is all that makes the world go around,
That clinking clanking sound
Can make the world go 'round...

The door flies open to a burst of brassy music and raucous applause and cheers. The Master of Ceremonies dashes in, wearing a top hat and a white tuxedo coat with tails (shirtless beneath it), and clutching a small briefcase marked with an X. A fake American dollar bill, garishly green with "$$$" on it, is held between his teeth.

As soon as he realizes he's not backstage in his dressing room (again), he plucks the slip of paper from his mouth and sighs.

And then he goes to the Bar for a glass of gin and a cigarette, because he might as well. At least his entrance didn't involve blood and tears like the last time.

[OOC: Slowtimes for all! *tosses fake money into the air*]

aleranchala

The door opens, and a girl walks in.

A girl with white hair and a half-shaved hairstyle in pretty rudimentary clothes who automatically realizes she's not where she expected to appear, and jumps to the highest point she can find. Heights are always the easiest way of getting the upper hand and doing some quick reconnaissance, and she quickly recognizes the kind of place Alerans would call a tavern.

So have a girl with very bright green eyes staring curiously at you from above.

[ooc: New mun with a new muse. ~~Open until I go to sleep (in a couple hours, Europe timezones!) and after that~~ open to slowtimes.]

onceaviking

When Eric comes downstairs, something's changed.

His door has reappeared.

He walks over to it slowly and touches it. Just the wood, not the handle.
He cannot make himself turn it. Not yet.

Instead, he walks briskly through the room and heads outside. Into the dusk.
To fly. To look at the water. To listen to the sounds of approaching night.

He returns when night has fallen and picks a chair that keeps his door in his peripheral view.

Catch him inside or out.

sunbaked_baker

Sunshine knows she should have gone home ages ago. Should have prepared and left to face the Goddess of Pain while she still felt as though she were on solid ground. But she had been comfortable, at the time, and couldn't have known how things would change.

Now she's caught between the urge to get away from this place, and the urge to wait until she feels more sure of herself before she returns home. It seems the only times she can find some distance is when she goes on her run around the lake at dawn, or when she trains in the forest.

Today, Sunshine is doing the latter, out past the baseball diamond, in the clearing where the Merlin's Circle is burned into the grass. Two vaguely humanoid shapes of animate earth and water fight against her. She fights back, dodging out of the way of their swift attacks, and striking when she has an opening. Exertion and sweat has loosed some of her hair from its ponytail, the humidity making it frizz into a fuzzy corona about her head, but she doesn't stop. Not yet.

Current Mood: exhausted

i_am_your_host

Well, isn't this fascinating.

Aside from the entire bar being filled with what seem to be construction toys, there's a curious screen with a message offering the Master of Ceremonies the option to reconfigure into another life form.

Reconfigure. Hmm.

His choices: a tuxedo cat (cute, but he doesn't do animals); a Maschinenmensch (interesting but rather disturbing); and lastly...

Oh, this is good. This is perfect.

In a moment there will be a flapper in the bar, with jet black bobbed hair and crimson lips, wearing a little black dress with fringe at the hem. Strings of beads hang from her neck, glass bangles clink on her wrists. Fishnet stockings and t-strap high heels complete the outfit.

She looks fabulous, and feels very, very giddy.

balancingminds

Charles is tired but all the thoughts about Lecter in Milliways make him feel like he should be available if anyone needs him.

His shields are a little stronger than normal as he sits and reads through a stack of scientific journals with a glass of Scotch.

(OOC: He's passively listening but his shields are up more than normal so he will only hear thoughts if someone's within about twenty feet of him. All threads take place before Guppy's.)

schrodingerskatz

[OOM: Gotcha.]

Her shoulders hit a door. She fires again and kicks back. The door swings open and she ducks through, slamming it shut behind her and throwing her weight against it to hold it.

She wastes a second scrambling for her phone before her new surroundings sink in.

And that's when the adrenaline hits. Panting, she brings her gun up again ready to fire.

"What the fuck."

Not even Hannibal Lecter's basement should have a bar in it.

[ooc: open for threads for a while! Feel free to ping me if you have questions or concerns.]

onceaviking

Eric slams the door behind him - and realizes that he is again at Milliways.

It wasn't his intention, but he could use the break. Oh could he ever.
He heads to the fireplace and settles down in a chair, more than willing to take a break before heading to Bon Temps to pick up Bill Compton and take him to meet The Magister.

onceaviking

Eric's at the Bar, looking through a stack of newspapers from Shreveport and the surrounding counties.
Taking advantage of Milliways to get up to speed on the murder cases in Bon Temps.
Dead fangbangers showing up is something he cannot afford to disregard, even if the coupius amounts of blood at the crime scenes do suggest, that whomever did it wasn't a vampire.

He is reading through one of the articles, snorting lightly at the more colorful theories being expounded.
As if.

dragon_naturalist

[OOM: Before Milliways, young Isabella attempts to please her mother.]

The child's hands that push open the door are covered in ash and soon followed by a dejected little girl of about seven, dressed in a manner most fashionable for the Victorian times. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees that she is not in her family's kitchens; in fact, she is quite certain she is not in her family's home. But that is an absurd notion...right?

Someone may wish to tell her that her mouth is hanging open in a most unladylike fashion.

lifethatisscratched

There is a boy in the library.

He has spied a volume he would like to peruse on one of the higher shelves, and is currently engaging himself in acquiring it.

It is not working very well.

(Mainly because he is very short, the volume is very high up, and he hasn't got the legs for high jumps.

Not yet.)

[OOC: And with midterms done comes an abundance of free time. Unless something drastic happens, this'll be Ratonhnhaké:ton's last EP before I start moving him through canon.]

takingthechance

Sam steps in, dusty and dirty, her uniform not it's usual pristine condition, clearly at the tail end of a very long day. She pauses at the doorway, but after a moment, comes through. Today... today calls for tea. Buckets full of tea.

no_more_hiding

[OOM: Hank sort of inspires a civil action. If you squint. It is all very confusing for him.]

Hank comes in scowling but attempts to school his features once he realizes where he is. Unfortunately, he's not one who can easily hide his feels and so he just heads over to the trilobite tank to hide a bit. This doesn't work cause there's already people there, so he heads over to the fire fish but again, there are people there. Really? Is it so hard for a guy to find some space and peace? Giving up, he heads for the bar.

Feel free to catch him where ever. He likely could use a distraction from himself even if he doesn't think he does.

is_the_motion

Out back, there is the roar of many motorbikes.

From a gap between the trees, Bonnie suddenly bursts through into the back garden, on the back of a shiny vintage motorbike. As soon as she realises she's not on the road, she comes to a careful halt, so as not to damage the grass.

She's dressed a little differently today, sporting her biker gang vest, which on the back reads 'Boney Red', below the Iron Scorpions logo. And of course her helmet, though it's a somewhat different shape from the modern ones and doesn't have a visor.

She parks the bike near the bar, and goes inside. Perhaps she can pick up some good snacks for the others when she goes back.