milliways_bar | Entries tagged with invincible

Ellen had been having some trouble with the door, so she stayed at Milliways for the length of the Brotherhood of Steel's Exodus observance. She'd been planning on coming downstairs to test the door and work on repairing her boots again if it didn't cooperate this time.

Something went FOOM when she tried it.

"... um."

(Well, it's not the first time her center of gravity's gone all off, but last time she was still her usual height. This, she wasn't expecting.)

herr_bookman

[OOM: Sister, I hear you laugh
My heart fills full up
Keep me please]

Autor's out running soon after dawn with a weighted haversack strapped to his back. Sweat cuts trails down his neck and chest, but he swears that one day, he'll beat Rae in terms of speed. He's also looking to increase his stamina; soon, he promises himself, he'll last longer, run harder, step faster.

After his jog around the lake, he tries and fails to do pushups on the shore afterward, still wearing his pack. If he can manage a hundred pushups after his run, he figures he'll be good to go. Right now he can manage five.

Catch him outside testing his limits or inside with breakfast and A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway.

cassiefuckingcage

There are two things that Cassie does when she needs to relax - throwing a party and sitting back to watch a martial arts film. Tonight she's especially on edge. There's only one possible remedy.

You shouldn't have trouble seeing the sign.

Martial Arts Movie Marathon:

In light of how awesome the last party I threw was, we're having another one. This one is in celebration of the greatness of the Earth art form known as the martial arts film. It is a noble art form, dealing with the universal themes of vengeance, resistance to unjust authority, being proud of your cultural heritage, the inherent beauty of a roundhouse kick to the chin, and above all else the eternal question of whose kung-fu style is strongest.

We will celebrate by watching three classics of the genre. You'll know they're classics because I picked them. The first film starts at five. Be there.

- Cassie Cage, Master of Ceremonies

Right now she's be moving about the projector room, setting up her 36th Chamber of Kung-Fu Appreciation. It is an ancient ritual that involves booze and snacks.

[[OOC: Thread is now live. Tags are set up so you can comment whenever you wish, so it will be open all weekend. All films are streaming on Netflix.]]

1nv1nc1ble

[OOM: Some time ago, a young superhero escorted the first manned mission to Mars. As road trips go, it was pretty boring, but when they got there, it was pretty amazing. Until the Martians objected. Then there was some kidnapping, some squicky Martian echinoderms, and a long bit of drama that the mun hasn't finished writing, due to Real Life being a cruel mistress full of things like work and other necessities.]

The Front Door opens, and a semi-familiar figure in blue and yellow steps through. Invincible is still about 5'11" and looks to be somewhere around 180 lbs. He's no longer wearing the breathing rig and bubble helmet that he wore to Mars, and his uniform is no longer coated with Martian red dust. He wears an unusual addition to his uniform, a navy blue ball cap with the words "NASA MMSTS-1: Olympia" stitched on it in gold thread and in NASA's trademarked font.
He's carrying a small totebag in one hand, also bearing the NASA logo, and it's clearly packed full of something.

He pushes through the door in a rush, like he's in a hurry, and then does a little hop that anyone capable of unassisted flight might recognize as an aborted takeoff, as he recognizes that this is not actually the exterior of the government building where he was debriefed after his return from the Red Planet. (He actually hovers about six inches off the floor for a few seconds before touching back down.) "Hey, Milliways!" he exclaims. "Perfect timing! I'm starving!"

He hops on a stool at the Bar, and is presented with double cheeseburger with all the trimmings, a massive plate of fries, and a glass of Coke. "You, lady," he says, pointing at the Bar, "are full of awesome."

After taking a huge bite out of the burger, he sits, chewing and doing nothing but making appreciative noises for a minute (you'll have to excuse him; he hasn't eaten anything but vacuum-frozen sandwiches for two weeks). He might welcome some company, if you don't get between him and his food.

[OOM: He's back.]

bprd_agent_red

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.

awesomemixvolume1

Peter had been in many situations like this one before. It was not unusual for him to be in over his head and people wanting him dead. He didn't have his blasters out. Instead, he was using his rocket boots to propel himself through the air of this new planet. The men chasing him. He once thought the other Guardians were right by his side but as his rocket boots cut out, that was when he realized that something was wrong.

He crashed into a nearby wall with a resounding Oof! and it took a moment but as he realized he wasn't being chased, he took a moment to look around. His mask still on his face as he was unfamiliar with this place. Music could be heard blasting from his headphones that were around his neck. The music was from the 70's or 80's and the distinct crackle of a cassette tape could be picked up by those listening. He realized quickly that this was a bar and clicked off the mask as he went up to the bar to get a drink. May as well make use of the time he had.

1nv1nc1ble

A little while ago, Invincible was on Mars. And then he was in the Bar, with very little travel happening between (it's Milliways; it happens). Then, he had a conversation with Jay, who suggested that he get some rest. Now, the thing about being Viltrumite is that, when you stop eating, or sleeping, your body doesn't mind, because it can do that for a while. That's part of being a Viltrumite and part of being Invincible. But, the body of a Viltrumite knows that the brain can be annoying about things like hunger or exhaustion, so it stops talking to the brain about those things after a while, until the Viltrumite in question is someplace where issues like hunger and exhaustion can be addressed.

The long and short of it is that, once Jay mentioned that Invincible should get some rest and he got a room key from Bar, the body informed the brain how long it had been since real sleep (more than ten days), and Mark Grayson was asleep almost before he got his boots off.

Given the timelessness of Milliways, Invincible isn't sure how long he slept, but he felt much better after waking up. A quick shower makes him feel even better, and while his uniform hasn't been washed and still bears stains of Martian regolith, it doesn't smell particularly funky. Art the Tailor does good work, and the materials that make up Invincible's uniform shed dirt and odor.

Now that he's rested, Invincible's body has decided to inform his brain that the last thing he ate was a tuna salad sandwich, frozen by the vacuum of space. And that was a week ago. Cue on teenage superhero, working his way through a massive plate of eggs (over easy, topped with Tabasco), bacon, ham, sausage, hashbrowns (covered in cheese), toast (for sopping up egg, of course), pancakes and syrup, and half a box of some sugary cereal that has a humanoid dog in a jetpack on the front. With more enthusiasm than manners.

Botherable, if you don't mind him talking with his mouth full.

runningred

Jay’s come up from the garage looking tired. He’s not sleeping again and when he does, he has weird dreams of his childhood. Someone must have slipped him something at the beach party.

He finds a couch by the fire and puts his feet up, nursing a strong coffee. He really should go back home but he’s procrastinating. Maybe someone can offer him a distraction, an adventure, a project, something, anything!

a1enzo

[OOM: Enzo gets an equipment upgrade.]

Enzo is out at the range today, lodging small metal bolts in targets and burning anywhere from light scorch marks to small holes in them. Botherable.

1nv1nc1ble

[OOM: First things first, the launch of Manned Mars Space Transport System was successful. Escort duty underway, Mark finds out that space travel, if you don't have to actually do anything, is really, really boring (also, that sandwiches are the Worst Space Food Ever). That being said, the mission got to Mars without being attacked, and Mars itself is pretty cool. Except, you know, when the astronauts go missing, and the Martians turn out to be a bit... territorial.]

There is a strange, subsonic hum, a smell of ozone, and then a discharge of static, and a figure literally appears out of nowhere in front of the Door to Milliways. Invincible is in uniform, but over his normal blue and yellow suit, he wears a strange apparatus across his chest and back, and has a bubble-shaped helmet under one arm.

He blinks, looks around, and smiles slightly. "Weird," he says to himself. "I don't think that was supposed to happen." He makes his way towards the Bar, leaving a faint trail of reddish-brown regolith from his boots, and sits down. "Just a water, please," he says. "Mars is kind of dry."

Open to conversation.

mnt_mike

"No seriously, it'll be fine."

"I mean it!"

"There's nothing they can throw at me I can't handle on my own."

"I am not tempting fate by saying that."

"..."

"Okay, maybe I am a little. Look, I promise to wake you if anything interesting happens. Okay?"

"Deal. Sweet dreams, MapleBaby."

The sandy-haired man behind the now dozing Bar, reaches for the Special's Menu and scrawls the following in orange chalk.

Tell me what
I've missed
And your Drink
is on the House

Then he hops up so as to sit on the barback, and flips through a magazine.

souffle_girlek

Today is a momentous day.

Today is the day that Oswin set out to make a chocolate cake... and succeeded.

Mostly.

It was going to be a three-layer cake, but one of the layers had something tragic happen to it, so she revised her plan to a two-layer cake.

(For the record, crumbled cake bits are just as tasty as whole cakes, and there's a pan of those somewhere in the kitchen.)

So now that Oswin has stacked her cake, and has gotten a base layer of frosting on, now she gets to decorate.

This is why she's commandeered a booth - it was getting quiet in the kitchen, and here she has plenty of room to spread out with multiple colors of frosting and piping bags and every tip she could lay her hands on and...

Well, mostly make a mess, but the intent is to decorate, yes.

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Remember when Ellen came into the Bar looking for help with Deathclaws? Well, she got it.

Surprisingly few explosives ever actually got used. Then again, this was Milliways help. Maybe it wasn't all that surprising.

Anyway, there's a point during the Bar's business cycle at which the door opens from the Capital Wasteland, returning Voodoo and Invincible and D0G and X-23 and Katya, just as they wish. Then, quite some time later, it opens again on the interior of what's probably the Citadel- nothing in Megaton or Rivet City has cement walls like that.

"Bar," says Ellen as she closes the door behind her and Dogmeat, "I need a drink. And for once, I am going to leave it up to your discretion as to which drink. I am somewhat less than thrilled today."

She'll deal with getting out of her power armor later. Right now, clanking cerasteel and heavy weaponry don't matter quite as much as getting that drink. She'll just avoid the non-reinforced chairs.

aaaaaaaagh_sky

A while ago Ellen told her superiors she intended to get married soon, and asked for a time when someone of appropriate rank could see the ceremony done. The time given was 'after you investigate the place people are calling the Deathclaw Sanctuary', which is somewhat on the less-useful side than she would like, but whatever. She, and D0G, and Invincible, and Voodoo, went up and investigated.

And as much as her orders did not include 'and deal with the problem', she's pretty sure that taking the time to at least eliminate some of the problem will go over well back at the Citadel, so she's come back to the Bar to put up a sign.

WANTED:

Assistance in taking out 5-6 adult Deathclaws
They are 15-20 foot tall predatory reptiles
They rip through body armor
They are much faster than most humans

Medical treatment and limited ammunition and guns can be provided
Explosives will be available

Please contact Ellen Park/Paladin 101 regarding further questions

She tacks it to the notice board and puts a similar sign up at her table before sitting down to clean and maintain several of her more recently acquired weapons. People like to see proper equipment if the possibility of attacking large mutant killer nuclear death lizards is in their future.

runningred

Jay isn’t shocked to get the napkin telling him it’s his turn to man the bar. After all, he’s been here a couple of months and he’s in a good mood. Why not!

He tosses his jacket over a bar stool and stares at the blackboard for a while. You know what, screw it!

Superhero cocktail night.

Dark and Stormy Knight.
Spiced Rum, Coffee Liqueur, Vanilla Vodka, Root Beer

Boy Scout.
Vodka, Peach Schnapps, Grenadine, Blue Curacao, Lemonade

Amazon.
Melon liqueur, Peach schnapps, Orange soda, apple and cranberry juice

Fearless.
Melon liqueur, Orange juice, 7-Up soda

Green tights.
Blue Curacao, Tequila, Lemon and Lime Juice

Green Mars.
Rye whiskey, Ramazzotti, Sweet vermouth

Fastest Steak Alive.
Vodka, Pomegranate soda, cranberry juice

Fishsticks.
Aquavit, Gin, Extra Dry vermouth

50% off non-alcoholic drinks or when you buy the barman one.

[ooc: open all weekend. Everyone welcome!]

guppy_sandhu

Spring is here!*

Of course, in the bay, it's always a bit warmer, and it's totally the place for a lake party. Because two years ago at the weekend, the bar came through near disaster.

As such, there is a big, controlled bonfire, tables of yummy bonfire food, and space should anyone want to supply some booze.

LIFE SUPPORT PARTY

Today we mark the day the bar got through the Apocalypse two years ago

Party outside, Life Support Inside, all welcome to both or either.

Given that it didn't come through exactly unscathed, for those who want a less raucous event, there's a Life Support session just inside the back door.

[OOC: Welcome to Life Support! In mark of the Allpocalypse (22nd February) in which Milliways moved from LJ to DW. Everyone is welcome, open indefinitely, threadhopping party style very much encouraged!

Thirteen-mun not around yet due to being in Hawaii (lucky git!), otherwise the LS team will attempt to tag anyone who does not have a thread :)

*Definition - Guppy-mun has spent 24 hours inside and outside without a hat on]

dejah_thoris

Dejah had an interesting introduction to the bar this time.

Upon returning from the infirmary, she asked Bar for a small case of the immunostimulants she'd been given. Just in case she runs into anyone else who doesn't want to contract this ridiculous, mind-altering contagion. She makes a small sign.

BOOSTERS AVAILABLE FREE OF CHARGE

Catch her at the bar or later, taking her evening meal in a booth.

[ ooc: Slow time for this evening, but this post is open till it scrolls. ]

basic_powers

Chances are good that tonight's happy hour is getting a bit of a rush set-up tonight. Someone said they weren't feeling up to making the shift, someone else volunteered to cover. That'd be Beauford, putting a few different decks of cards on top of the bar with one or two board games before leaning out to write all of the specials on the board.

Happy hour!!

Dinner Specials

=Sandwiches=
(with choice of chips or your choice of sides)

Avocado, Goat cheese and Cheddar Grilled cheese on sourdough (bacon optional!)

Pesto Chicken and mushroom pannini

Thai Quesadilla: Kim chee, goat cheese, basil, peanut sauce and sesame chicken in a tortilla

Sides

Chef's Spring mix salad: Mixed greens, dried cranberries, celery, broccoli and bell peppers tossed around in balsamic vinegerette

Garlic Roasted Brussel sprouts with dipping butter!

Spicy sweet potato baked fries

Steamed veggie medley

Desserts
ICE CREAM
(get your food order 20% off if you guinea pig for one of the five experimental batches)

DRINKS
It's what you came here for

Arctic Red
Cranberry vodka, Sugar, Lime peel, Soda water, Lemon

Moon Shadow
Blueberry soda, black raspberry vodka with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a shot of ever clear (optional)

Revenant
Espresso with steamed cream, anise liquor, whiskey and Bailey's irish cream

ALL CIDERS Buy one Get One half-off

All shots two for one

Pick up a board game, find a partner and have at folks!

Current Mood: chipper

orange_lily

Yugo's been sniffling and sneezing for a day or two now, and running a fever, and so has mostly kept to his room.

It's only when he woke up this morning that he (Yugo? Sora? He's not wholly sure at this point) started wondering why he wasn't clean-shaven, and why he was dressed in these weird red rags. He made a point of shaving, and straightening out his hair, and finding a proper (but flattering, naturally) white silk shirt and a smart pair of dress trousers.

He stops at the Bar, sniffling a little and rubbing at his nose with a handkerchief. "Duuuuuu - ..." He blinks, shaking his head slightly, and starts tracing languid spirals on the bartop with one finger. "Ahem. Miss Bar. Might I have a glass of water?"

Bar provides, and he gulps down about half of it immediately.

1nv1nc1ble

[OOM: Amber starts to worry about Mark's private life. Meanwhile, Invincible is going on a trip.]

Invincible stepped out earlier to head home for a much shortened Summer Vacation before starting college. Now, he steps back in, smiling. He stops in the doorway, then his smile broadens to a grin. "I'm going to MARS!" he announces to the room. Oblivious to any conversations he interrupted, he walks over to the Bar and orders himself a massive cheeseburger, onion rings, and a Coke.

Soon-to-be astronaut, eating lunch, happy to be bothered.

rexque_futurus

Despite being new to Milliways in general still, Allie is greeted with a napkin politely requesting that her Highness bartend for a little while.

"Oh.... kay."

After a moment's thought, she starts writing on the specials board.

Happy Hour Specials
Half-off uncomplicated drinks
Mead
Sparkling juices

Hey, she figures, at least she'll get to meet some interesting people.

andinfluencepeople

Time's running a little funny for Chuck. He's been sleeping more than normal, which, he just died after twelve years of living on the edge of his seat, he thinks he fucking deserves it. But it's been a week, and he's spent the last twelve years involved in something every second of his life. He's bored.

The notice board is full of stuff he's either totally uninterested in (photography? Who cares), or really outdated.

"There's absolutely nothing to bloody do around here," he complains to the Bar. And promptly gets a note.

--

There's an irritated looking twenty-something behind the bar, with a piece of blue chalk on his hand and a bar-towel tucked into his waistband for easy access.

On the board it says,

SPECIALS
• STUFF IN BOTTLES
• COFFEE
• NORMAL TEA
ps what the hell do you do around here

[ooc: as with all Chuck posts, I'll be trying to wrap things in this post tonight or tomorrow :)

POST CLOSED Nataliya-, Teja-, Invincible-, and Oswin- muns, I'll catch up to you tomorrow. Unless you'd rather fade, in which case just let me know]

anti_kringle

[[The final battle between Father Christmas and the Krampus.]]

As the Krampus is defeated by Father Christmas, his chains are joined again at the end, and his power is neutralised. The door to the labyrinth opens, and the abducted people who have by now found their way to the exit will emerge into the late afternoon light.

Those of their friends and family who have been missing them and tracked their abductor to the mountains, and have come up all the way to the mountain by now, rush to meet them.

Father Christmas leads the Krampus awawy towards Milliways proper, and everybody else follows. Somebody suggests an impromptu party when they return.

[[OOC: With this, the Krampus is defeated, and the plot is more or less done. Please tag into this post with the links to your OOM threads of crossing the labyrinth, threading off from those tags, people can be talking among each other as the emerge -- please feel free to threadhop to compare experiences etc. The most tenacious of the searchers most likely have made it to here by now, one would assume, so are welcome on this post: - you know who you are! If in doubt, do assume your charrie is here. For everyone else, a party post in the bar herself will materialise in a bit. Thank you all for playing!!

ETA: If you haven't yet finished your thread, of course you emerge here as well! Merely mark your link as 'ongoing' or 'faded', or add the link later, whatever works best for you. Thanks!

ETA2: Open up to and including next weekend so everybody can play in their own time!]]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Well, Ellen went to the Citadel to get permission and a date and time at which a superior and witnesses would be available, and she got them. She also got conditions, which she is a bit less thrilled about and which are the reasons she's putting up a notice on the bulletin board:

Wanted: assistance in investigating a rocky, cave-riddled territory known locally in my world as the 'Deathclaw Sanctuary'
Known hazards: high population of fifteen foot long predatory bipedal reptiles capable of ripping through armor and moving very quickly and silently; short sight lines due to irregular terrain; irradiated groundwater, potential toxic residues in vicinity
Intel on general area: Low- please see the part about the large predatory reptiles, which make it difficult to take mapmaker notes and not die
Goal: Determine whether there's a breeding deathclaw population in the area; determine whether anyone is attempting to control them

This is not an attempt to wipe out all the deathclaws in the vicinity. This is purely an investigative mission. Further action will be taken once we know what's going on in the area.

I can provide some degree of ammo, weapons, and chems. Body armor is not likely to help against these creatures as they can tear through cerasteel with their claws.

Please contact Ellen Park/Paladin 101 if you are interested.

She sticks a Polaroid-like photograph of one of the creatures to the notice, and adds the Brotherhood of Steel emblem as an afterthought. People might not recognize her name, but the sword and gears and wings are on her fatigues, so there's that to work with.

herr_bookman

There's a note on the bulletin board today, and a boy beside it.

ATTN: A six-foot tall, horned, dark-furred creature called Krampus has been abducting patrons of the bar, among whom include:

A tall Englishman with brown hair
Shufti
Enzo
Rae Seddon
Alex Drake

If you know of any others who have gone missing, or suspect that someone you know might be among them, or if you have any other information that would help in their return, contact Autor, Security, etc.

[OOC: Feel free to threadhop!]