milliways_bar | Entries tagged with jacen solo

herostanding.livejournal.com

There's a small boy sitting cross-legged on the floor near the fireplace, apparently watching the various waitrats who pass.

(He's chatting to them through the Force; nearby psychics might pick up on this communication.)

Jacen has a mug of hot chocolate by his left knee, and a comic book (some Star Wars equivalent of Batman, probably starring Kyle Katarn) by his right.

herostanding.livejournal.com

"Wait, what?"

That's a twenty-one year old Jacen Solo at the bar, squinting at a piece of flimsi in his hand. He so hasn't been here enough times to have ordered that much caf.

"Has Jaina been putting things on my tab?

"Oh. Wait, this wasn't Anakin, was it? That would be weird.

"Well, how the heck do I even have a tab, then? I've paid with credcoins whenever I've been here."

This time, the response is a single neat word:

Timelines.

Jacen is not amused.

(( still open, tag whenever, shall try to reply in a timely manner. ))

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Scotland clearly doesn't get cold in fall. Although...he thinks it was pretty damn freezing here last year, if memory serves. Still, mild or not, the leaves are dropping and it's coming up on Halloween so it's time for a shift that embraces that.

Besides, he's tired.

SPECIALS

Autumnal Equinox
Hot Cider
Hot Chocolate (with or without whipped cream. And amaretto.)

He got bar to provide the cider, in case you were worried.

'Bar's open.'

[OOC: Got to call slowtime slightly early, not feeling great.]

herostanding.livejournal.com

Jacen pauses just inside the door for a moment, then sighs. This is the fifth time today that this particular door aboard the Anakin Solo has led to Milliways. He left every other time, but maybe the Force is trying to tell him something.

Besides, he needs some caf.

He proceeds to Bar. And though he is, as usual, hiding in the Force, there's a certain peace and relief evident in his expression anyway.

His parents are innocent, and his daughter is in his care. Things might actually be okay right now.

(( OOC: Open until his next post as an adult. Even after this scrolls. ))

didntmakeitout.livejournal.com

Fact: In Doc Potter's arms is a remarkably runty little demon rabbit.

Fact: Doc Potter's hands are suffering from first-degree burns, and his sleeves are singed.

Fact: The demon bunny is, even more remarkably, asleep, and has a muzzle firmly affixed on its snout.

Fact: Doc Potter looks about thisclose to conking out.

Fact: Never before in his life has Doc Potter ever attempted to adopt/domesticate an animal.

Probable: He wouldn't mind a decent conversation.

[ tiny tag with an adopted bunny: doc potter
tiny tag with a bum leg: dan evans
tiny tag that's nonplussed as all hell: ben wade ]

herostanding.livejournal.com

Jacen's going to kill that assassin. He'll-- he'll--

--stare at the bar for a long few seconds, clearly caught by surprise, before sliding into a booth close to the door.

Someone poisoned the World Brain last night -- a Bothan assassin, no doubt -- and it died this afternoon. One of his few remaining friends, dead because he no longer has the fine control over biological substances that-- no. Dead because of the Bothans.

The booth he picked isn't particularly in shadow, but his black uniform and cloak make up for it to match his dark, mourning mood.

"I think," he murmurs to the waitrat who brings him a mug of caf, "I'll have some brandy instead."

[ooc: ~~mun has to step out for a while. sorry! not certain for how long, but any slowtimes will be tagged by tomorrow morning.~~ or not, but tagged now. heh.]

herostanding.livejournal.com

[ OOM: This is Jacen Solo. ]

herostanding.livejournal.com

"Oh, come on."

Jacen rolls his eyes under the helmet he's acquired, and pokes Bar with a black-gloved finger.

"And with the vocoder? Even you can be more subtle than this."

He tries to tug off the helmet.

No dice, Solo.

[ tiny tag: the russian astronaut ]

conglomerelda

Elda is sitting by the fireplace, reading a book. This would be a normal scene anywhere on a cool evening.

To make it a normal scene at Milliways, the teenage girl would have to be a griffin the size of a draft horse, who is in fact studying an ancient looking grimoire.

Luckily, she is.

Also, she's on duty, her Security badge prominently displayed.

herostanding.livejournal.com

Jacen Solo -- clothes dirty and hair tangled -- doesn't even look up as he scrambles through the door on his hands and knees.

He's following a baby gartro, murmuring to it under his breath. Its wing is broken, but it's still moving pretty fast, and seems nervous even of Jacen. He's fixing that, but he sure hopes no one steps on it in the meantime.

john_not_ronald

[OOM: Pre-Milliways]

The young soldier who enters the bar this evening looks not at all up to being on the front lines. He is pale and thin and moves as though the mere effort of walking is taxing to him. When he looks around and finds himself in a drinking establishment instead of a train compartment, he falters and sits heavily on the nearest chair.

"Dear god," he murmurs. "What is this place?"

He half-believes his fever dreams have begun to follow him into his waking hours.

[tiny!tag: John (Imaginarium Geographica), Nash Rumack]

[ooc: EP open until it scrolls off the page, though it may end up in slowtime shortly.]

herostanding.livejournal.com

Getting kidnapped -- for the fourth time? seventh? fifteenth? he's not sure -- is thirsty work. So nine-year-old Jacen Solo isn't exactly distraught to see a tapcafe instead of his bedroom upon his return to Coruscant.

"I know," he says happily to a waitrat, then laughs at something unheard. "A ruby bliel sounds great. I'll find a table."

He picks one with a good view for people-watching, and sits on the table itself with his legs swinging.

When his drink arrives, he thanks the waitrat and laughs again.

gone_byebye

Today was messy in Red Hook. We're talking the kind of busts that drove Ray to shower before coming to Milliways. And even that didn't do much good; he still smells of ozone and burning under the peppermint scent left behind by the only soap that ever seems to cut through the ectoplasm. "Bar," he says, "if anything paranormal's happened in the city today, and the Hellfighters haven't got it under control just yet, I don't think I want to hear about it. Can you give me a newspaper anyway?"

Well, the Sunday News seems to be concentrating on the Yankees and on the final duels for position between Alex P. Keaton and Lacey Davenport in the Republican presidential nomination race. That probably qualifies.

"Thanks."

river_meimei

The door opens before River; she doesn't touch the handle, nor push. (On Serenity's side, this doorway is an open arch between hall and kitchen, the sliding doors recessed into the wall as they nearly always are.) Her fingers drift over the doorframe, the smooth sudden transition between metal and hardwood, as she steps through.

The floor of the bar is awash in water, ankle deep and skin-warm. Her bare feet make soft plashes with each step, and ripples spread.

[OOC: No, there is no actual water; this is an Objects in Space-style post. See the back room post for details, and then come play if you like!]

[Tiny tags: the Pirate King, Bert, Takeru Takaishi, Oz, Charlie Crews, Captain Jack Harkness (1941), Monica Dawson, Jay Gatsby, Cavilo, Shepherd]

herostanding.livejournal.com

Things have been moving quickly in the galaxy far away. A blockade has become almost a war zone in just a few days, thanks to one Colonel Jacen Solo shooting down a plucky Corellian pilot.

But more than that: the Jedi (and Luke Skywalker in particular) are aware of the dark influence of Lumiya, now.

Jacen needs to be careful.

Milliways is never a very welcome sight for him, but today it's not one he'll shun, either. He doesn't look around or hesitate as he enters, simply shifting directions slightly to head straight for the Bar; he reaches out a little in the Force to get a sense of the place that his eyes wouldn't give him.

He'll stay for a bit. He can always do with some caf.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

A year ago, bar time, there was the promise of more pleasant conversations in the future. Today, Sarah Jane can't imagine time being any more pleasant than her past week. Although she had been stuck in a hospital room, although her belly hurt horribly whenever the pain medication wore off, and although she couldn't see her husband and her daughter as often as she'd like, the past week had been wonderful.

Every day after work, James had stopped by to spend time with her and Valerie. Each time, he had brought small gifts with him, including a teddy bear with large blue eyes that has since become inseparable from their daughter. It had been a good week, with bonding and re-acquaintance and relaxation. Everything only became better two days earlier when James arrived, not for a visit, but to take Sarah and Valerie home.

And so starts the Bond family's life together.

But first: a trip to Milliways for the newest Bond.

[ooc: likelihood of mun dropping dead in the next hour and a half due to lack of sleep. but slowtime (and tags through out the week) are welcomed!]

hapan-heiress.livejournal.com

Allana is at a table with Sarah Jane, the two of them happily eating dinner. Allana's little tauntaun and bear are sitting on the table next to their plates.

It's meaningless talk that happens between the two of them; Allana babbles on about silly palace happenings while Sarah listens patiently.

The two are botherable.

[ooc: one mun, two mun. red mun, blue mun. uhm. specify or you'll get both!]

herostanding.livejournal.com

[ OOM: After a meeting with the Chief of State, Jacen Solo writes in his journal. ]

herostanding.livejournal.com

"Oh," murmurs Jacen Solo as he steps through the door. "Milliways, isn't it?"

He was expecting the corridor outside his apartment, and he almost walks right back out -- he needs to catch Admiral Niathal before she's tied up in meetings for the day. But of course, time stops here, and it occurs to him that he hasn't had any caf yet this morning.

So he finds a booth and calls a waitrat over; he talks to it for a moment, smiling a little despite himself, before actually ordering his drink.

His smile remains as he sips it.

astral-brat.livejournal.com

Ben notices the transition from shuttle to bar as he steps through the door from the cockpit, but he pays it little attention. His mind is focused on the pain in his stomach that still makes him wince every so often ... and the question he can't quite seem to answer, the confusion of why did Nelani have to die?

He doesn't understand it, it's not fair -- Nelani was nice, a good Jedi, and that other woman, Brisha whatever-her-last-name-was, she was okay too. But that stupid Sith killed them.

Sure, Jacen killed the stupid Sith afterwards -- but that doesn't make it fair.

"Hey," he greets Bar as he climbs on a stool. "Can I get a hot chocolate? Thanks."

undignified

Sometimes, Han and Leia Solo have to go do Important Things. And sometimes, Winter is away on a Mission, and Luke is way out on Yavin 4, and Wedge has Too Much Work, and no one trusts the droids with the kids. Not after the Incident.

So sometimes, they can keep Anakin with them, because he's a very quiet three year old, but the twins? Well, that's where the only remaining ... adult ... comes in.

Wes took Jaina and Jacen Solo to the Holographic Zoo! They had fun. And they didn't even get thrown out (this time).

Now he's returning them to the Solo apartment to watch cartoons on the holoprojector before their parents get home, only he was pretty sure the front door didn't open to Milliways last time he was here.

Which might not be such a problem if there weren't a pair of wide-eyed five year olds in front of him, already stepping inside the door.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina sits at the bar, playing with the Nintendo DS that Gabe had lent her. And by play, of course, Jaina's actually carefully taking apart the device using her multitool and a couple of tools Bar provided, really curious to see how this Earth device works.

Poor Gabe.

A mug of hot chocolate and a datapad also sit on the surface near her. Ignored. Because, clearly, taking apart someone's gaming system is much more interesting than looking through the list of dignitaries her mother invited to the upcoming wedding.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

After talking with Tahiri, Jaina wanders outside to the lake, wearing her poncho and floppy eared cap. She had meant to get in some lightsaber practice, hence the lightsaber and remote, but hasn't bothered to begin yet.

Instead, the Jedi's staring off in to space, clicking softly every once in a while as she thinks about some of the earlier parts of their conversation.