milliways_bar | Entries tagged with jack twist

Kate dismissed her vidscreen without making a selection yesterday, due to one fuzzy distraction that proved to be an all-day affair. Let no man question the loyalty of a dog.

However, this morning she was presented with the same selection of Cubefall configurations. She has to admit after watching Tommy for a day, the idea of being something else for a little while is attractive. Something without worrisome thoughts. She eyes her vidscreen carefully.

( And these are her choices: )

There is a fluffy, white kitten on the Bar, with orange-cream boots and matching markings on her face. She's old enough to be gangly, past the chubby baby stage and into her pre-teens. In cat years, of course. Still, she wobbles a little as she tries to walk, paws sliding out from under her on the polished surface.

"Mew!"

Presently, a note appears on the Bar in front of her pink little nose.

Keep an eye on things while you sleep? You must be joking! Miss Bar?

"Mew?!"

Well. Happy Hour appears to be open. The specials board is ... blank. Your feline bartender is sitting, half-asleep, waiting expectantly to fill your order. Just don't expect much.

[ooc: Happy Hour is open from now until I fall over. Kate's style of serving will likely be whatever's light enough for her to push around or carry in her jaws, so be prepared for some hijinks and wrong orders coming through. I'll be reachable in crackchat for the evening. ^__^ ETA: Calling it a night. Will pick up tags Thursday evening, thank you so much everyone! This made my day.]

ikissdhimbck

It's been a long time since Beaut's had the pleasure of startling the bar with her presence. The front door admits the five-foot cowgirl and her mount, obviously on their way someplace else, depositing them smack dab in the middle of the bar.

Beaut snorts.

"Oh, come now. S'good t'be back, ain't it?"

Kate wins an ear twitch for her trouble. With a chuckle, she sets about navigating the tables and chairs — and waitrats, we mustn't forget them. She'll get Beaut resettled out in the stables and check on the stock, and once she's done there she'll find a calendar. Once she knows the date and has stopped to look for messages in the stables, at the board, or with the Bar, she'll settle in for a while.

Then again, it's such a beautiful evening out. Maybe she'll take advantage of the lingering light and give Beaut a proper ride up the mountain path.

[ooc: I'm so sorry for inundating the bar! I did try to space everything out. ~sheepish~ Post open indefinitely; catch Kate anywhere you like, she'll be making her rounds and she's in a great humor.]

not_his_pa

OOM: You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses,
You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of
any;)*

William hasn't been looking for doors since he let Michael and Jack back into Milliways, there's been enough to keep him busy and he felt embarrassed. It was his first time being a boss of a drive and it didn't end like he wanted, he ended up looking like a boy who didn't know how to handle himself.

In the few months since it happened, his bruises have faded and he's gotten a little thinner. There was enough profit for some nice small things, Mark started school with new boots, but the days have felt long. He's trying to not miss school, because that's not what he's supposed to be doing.

A door surprised him when he was in the midst of his afternoon chores and he went through quietly before going up to the counter. From Bar, he ordered a root beer float and some pelmeni as well as some sheets of paper, he needs to let his Pa know how the drive went. He also tells Bar to pay for Michael and Jack's next drinks and meals on his tab, its not full payment but its something. Later he'll see about finding something to read, but work has to get done first.

*Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats by Walt Whitman
OOC: Last link isn't finished yet and all the OOMs are set back at the end of June. Open until it scrolls.

gavin62truck

So, hey, this happened a couple minutes ago.

Now there's a thoroughly freaked-out woman hiding in the men's room.

Thanks, Lilly.

jack_f_twist

Lureen, she hates it when Jack rolls his own smokes. Considers it cheap, the kinda thing he used to do as a rodeo cowboy when he didn't have two cents to rub together, and what Lureen says, boy, that's what goes.

Not here, though.

Here, she can't smell the tobacco left on his fingers after he packs it carefully into the paper, and she can't find the little twisted ends left ashed in the trays, so he allows himself this one little pleasure, sitting low on the couch by the fire with his bootheels up on a table, hat (mercifully returned to its non-floral, non-bonnet, all black dusty beat-up Resistol self) tipped low over his face, workshirt rolled up at the sleeves and unbuttoned at the collar, rolling himself a nice smoke.

Gotta be better that way, anyhow. He never did manage to get used to the filtered kind.

[One cowboy, recently turned back into a fella, inna bar! I may have to leave suddenly tonight, but will be back in the AM to tag all slows and pick right back up again.]

jack_f_twist

You know what's real strange to get used to as a girl than a fella?

(No, not that, though Jack couldn't admit in all honesty that he ain't a mite curious.)

Riding. Riding is all kinds of weird, right now. She's got Duncan out, and normally he can control the big horse just fine, but she has got a whole lot less sheer muscle strength to work with, and it takes some getting used to.

It's fun, though, and with a wild whoop, she sends the big brown horse thundering along the meadow paths, by the lake, long hair tossing in the breeze under the gleaming white hat Bar so generously gave her.

Riding ain't all she's got to practice, and she can be found, once Duncan is cooled down and groomed and given a scoop of grain to nibble at, outside by the wide-flung doors of the barn, lariat in hand, roping hay bales.

Just 'cause she's a lady at the moment and mostly out of the rodeo as a man doesn't mean she can't get some practice in, understand.

gavin62truck

On Day 2 of Cubefall, Tommy learned how to transform himself.

So outside near the garage, there's a full-sized, fully-operational fire truck with its motor idling and lights flashing. When was the last time anybody saw a fire truck at Milliways? Tommy's guessing never.

Rides in the bucket lift, providing views of the lake and surrounding fields and forests from 70 feet up, are available if asked nicely.

Aw, what the hell, just ask. Tommy's feeling pretty generous. It's the Autobot rubbing off on him.

You can also ask to play with the siren controls and scare the crap out of people, because that's always fun.

And kids love fire trucks, right? Bring 'em on.

ikissdhimbck

It's been a pleasant enough month. After all the hullabaloo of the Shindig cleared out, Kate took some time to herself to relax. She's been around, in and out of the stables as usual, but mostly sticking to the libraries and her room.

She's pleased when she comes downstairs and gets a reminder of just what the date is.

( Would you like to sample some configurations? )

When it's done, a napkin pops up on the Bar.

"Y'jus' like askin' me when I'm tall 'nough t'reach the shelves, don't you?" 'he' grumbles, not without amusement.

He leaps over the counter spryly, and quickly scribbles up a few specials.

Happy Hour Specials:

Robot Cocktail
Fluffy Duck
Gender Bender Shooter
Bourbon
Ice Cream
Bourbon Ice Cream

Build something for half off your drink, and an extra shot of good luck.

"Bar's open! Yeehaw."

[ooc: Open until the next Happy Hour post, or until it scrolls off the front page. All are welcome, threadhopping is encouraged, zaniness is practically required. Have fun! ^__^]

happilyneverafter

Once Upon a This Very Moment, through the looking glass in the corner, from a land far, far away...

arrives a Queen. The fairest in all the land. Skin pale and porcelain-perfect, lips as red as the red, red rose; eyes dark, searching, penetrating every corner of this new and strange place. The mirror warbles and fixes steadily behind her, catching the reflection of rich fabric. Her attire breezes straight past regal to a point where it could only be described as ... decadent.

Lips curl, pleased, as she walks among the tables; white satin fingertips drag along each surface as she passes. Her high, jeweled collar bespeaks her title. The purple brocade she dons, form-flattering and spilling into a train behind her, bespeaks wealth.

She looks neither lost nor confused, but one can tell she has never been here before. It's the way her eyes glint with dagger-sharp intent.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

[tinytag: The Evil Queen (Regina Mills), Rumpelstiltskin (Mr. Gold), Lincoln Lee

OoC: Semi-plotlocked first entry. ~~Would love to get pups to tag in with reactions, but, uh, contact me first, please? You'll see why momentarily. >_> AIM: LordoLorien~~ And we're a wrap! THANK YOU, EVERYONE. ♥]

havetubawilltravel

Hear that vague sound, Milliways?

The sound of hooves landing on a wooden floor with a light, springy 'boing'?

It belongs to a bright pink pony who's literally bounding over the threshold of her door, wearing a multicolored Hawaiian lei, chewing a big wad of bubblegum, with a little green alligator tucked into her mane, and humming this song through her snout. When she realizes she's not where she was, she takes a very long pause to wonder just how the doorway to the library turned into a bar.

And then she grins. "Wow! Twilight Sparkle SURE has changed the library a lot!" she says, to no one in particular - possibly to the glassy-eyed alligator sitting atop her head like a hood ornament, and blows the biggest bubble she can manage. After it pops, she adds, thoughtfully, "I wonder where she put the books! Maybe she put them over here! Nope not here - maybe over there - ooh, maybe they're hiding up there!"

And she goes on like that.

Welcome to Milliways, Pinkie Pie.

[OOC: instaslows may apply; open til her next ep.]

[Tiny tag of bounce: Pinkie Pie]

jack_f_twist

[OOM: One of the problems with living out in the middle of nowhere is that someone's gotta come find you to relay news.

Fortunately, this time it's the good kind.]

realmrsreynolds

[OOM: Shadow, at Christmas: Jack gives Sallie a present.]

realmrsreynolds

After an appropriately maternal wink at her son the bartender, Sallie sets up shop with her music for her House of Arch classes and a cup of steaming peppermint hot chocolate.

It's getting on to time for a second annual Milliways Piano Recital, anyhow. Lady's got to make plans.

[ooc: If a piano recital in bar seems interesting to your pup, please tag!]

river_meimei

For a good portion of the evening, River's with Simon, at a table in the main bar.

But eventually, after a murmured exchange, she rises to make her meandering way towards the front door, while Simon settles back to sip at (and stare into) a fresh cup of tea.

Outside, the night air is crisp and cool, and stars glitter around a young crescent moon.

gonna_live

The greatest challenge in Kaylee's life these days (among all the others that she's just trying not to think about):

Peeling off the label on the bottle without ripping it.

She's at the bar, deeply engrossed in this task.

no-real-hero.livejournal.com

There's no small amount of pleasure taken in the way she drapes herself over the bar stool like she never left, feet up on the rim of the stool, index finger tracing a random ring of water on Bar's surface. She hasn't had any need for actual money in months now, but that hasn't stopped her carrying some around in her pocket like she has ever since the plague, and she sets a couple bucks down on the bar right now. In her world, things always have a way of coming in handy.

When Beth and Junior and Spike disappeared through that portrait earlier, she took a few to just breathe in the sights and sounds of this place before heading outside to take a walk around the lake. Right there was where she and Quinn first decided to go upstairs together. Right there was where she had that long-ago conversation with Spike, the one where she decided he wasn't such a bad guy after all. Back inside again, she did an equal inventory: met Jack Twist right over there when he told her to shut the hell up. Sat right at that table when Duo stepped up, all shy and young and secure in his insecurity, met Elaine over here. Flirted with that guy Jayne, the guy with a chick's name, but she's the last goddamn person to give anyone crap over a name.

Unless he's her brother. Then he deserves it.

But now she's kicking back, taking a load off. This place is like some fantasy vacation and she doesn't know how long they'll get to stay, but damn if she doesn't plan on making the most out of it while she's here.

Yeah, it's nice to catch a good break every once in a while. And because she can't get one at all on Earth any more, she orders herself a Coca-Cola with a squeeze of fresh lemon. It brings back so many memories.

gavemea_45

The clues had all pointed towards one of the pieces at the so-called "Shrine of the Holy Relics" in Celina, Ohio, as being a hell of a lot more unholy when it came right down to it. It was only after they got into town that they found out there were worse horrors than that.

The front door opens the slightest crack.

"I don't know, Dean--" On the other side, hidden from view of the bar, Sam's doing his best to keep a straight face. "Don't you think the Impala would make a good 'amphicar'? It'd probably float, right?"

Stunned silence, but only for a moment.

"Sam, I'm gonna k--"

He doesn't wait to hear the rest. Grinning, Sam ducks through the door into Milliways and slams it behind him.

It's probably a good idea to give Dean a little while to cool off before he heads back.

jack_f_twist

[Out on Shadow: Chores can be kind of boring.

It's always nice to have some company around. Even if they're not much for talking.]

jack_f_twist

[On Shadow: Sallie and Jack come to an agreement regarding one last legacy.*]

Actually, it'd taken them the better part of the afternoon to get enough out of the pantry to allow for Jack to pass through while leading the mare behind him, and her curious nose managed to knock over another full bag of flour which they'd had to clean up before he could take her through, but eventually they managed. When he opens the door to Milliways, his face is totally obscured by the brim of his hat as he looks back at Sallie, but she's got her sleeves rolled up and a look on her face that says if you try backing that chŭn de mare up heads will roll, so he...just keeps on going, mare at his heels, clopping placidly along.

It takes a little manuvering to get her through the main bar area, but she's well-trained and only a few toes that didn't quite move quick enough get stepped on before he leads her out back and to the stables.

He ought to be back in a minute, but he's got to settle her in, first.

Time enough for a beer before he heads back, though...or maybe two.

Looked like a lot of cleaning up to do, back in the kitchen.

* This OOM is shamefully overdue, but Jack and I are around for a few hours. So if you want to know about the horse, this is the time to ask.

jack_f_twist

Well, look at that.

It ain't like there are better places on Shadow to sit and have a smoke and a beer--no better place than this couch by the fire with that low table that's just the right height for Jack to put a boot up onto, so why stay there when he might as well come by Milliways and have all that plus the chance of some company that ain't gonna swear at him in Mandarin or flap a towel at his head.

Probably.

Not to mention Jack's always been the optimistic sort, and that door ain't on Shadow, neither. So if he wants to wait and see if anyone he knows walks through--

anyone at all, no one in particular

(Yeah, sure.)

--then he's gotta be here.

And anyway, he just kinda likes the place.

alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com

"Well, good bye loves! I'll see you in the bright and early tomorrow!" calls a voice from the front door, and Phil Gordon opens it, stepping inside with a wave to the crowd of friends behind her. Her eyes widen, and her face breaks into an even bigger grin.

"Well, now! Look at that. You're a cheerier sight than my boarding house, and no mistake about it," she says to the Bar at large, "Where have you been for so long, Bar, darling," she says, patting the bartop affectionately.

She deposits her school books and hops up on a bar stool, with that ever-present smile.

realmrsreynolds

It's an old lady.

With a spatula.

"...I just wanted to get some peas from my cabinet, Bar," Sallie chides no one in particular, making her way to the bar for a coffee.

no-real-hero.livejournal.com

Seeing as how she never does things in a small way -- not since the day all the goddamn guys on the planet dropped dead and it became every woman for herself -- the front door opens with a bang, like she couldn't get in here quick enough. Honestly, she's been kicking back and cooling her heels in Oldenbrook with Beth and Beth Junior and Natalya and Ciba and Vlad and the Hartles and she thought she really could make it without needing this place. Or at least without needing to come back to it, but Santa Madre Beth can be pretty convincing. It's not like she's looking for a quick fuck or anything; that's not her reason for being here.

She can't deny it's really nice to be around guys, though. It both steels her for and saddens her about her own world, but she figures she'll be more of a fool not to take advantage of this place while she can. At least the company is interesting, and the drinks keep flowing.

Joe would have felt right at home here. But she's not going to dwell on ghosts: this is her opportunity to sit down and hang out and talk and have a cigarette if she wants without worrying about being closed in with babies and nursing mamacitas. That in mind, she heads straight to the bar and pulls out a stool and sits her ass down on it, taps the bar, and orders a shot of Jack Daniels. At the very least, she'll get some drink kand a hot meal out of the night.

badinlatin

Mal came to Milliways for his shift early.

And found himself to be much shorter than he normally would be.

He also has no clue why his holster is a felt patch sown onto his pants, and why he only has four fingers.

"This is goin' to put some problems onto my tendin' skills, you know!" Mal squeaks up at the ceiling; perhaps the Landlord will take pity on him.

A few moments pass and Mal receives no such assistance. Tiny shoulder slump forward, and he bounces toward the bar.

"HEY EVERYONE!" Mal screams at the top of his...do puppets have lungs?

"There are no specials today, but I'm at your service."

Beat. "I can't reach the chalkboard."

jack_f_twist

Sallie's been kinda busy and he hasn't had a chance to ask her about the horse, anyway, but that's fine. Hell, it's not his only reason for coming back here--like he told Beth, he's got to start doing the chores that he'd left piled up back in these stables, and sure he's got an excuse in Shadow but that...ain't what Jack really wants. Excuses? They never were.

Still, he had to kind of come up with a decent reason, so he'd been rummaging around the stables and getting a new box all cleaned up and ready for--well, whatever.

It's cold outside, but he doesn't mind. Beneath his battered old jacket and hat he's warm and anyway it's not as though much is gonna hurt him now, is it? But the cigarettes can only last so long while he leans up against the paddock fence, and soon he'll head in.

Maybe he'll even catch sight of someone else he wants to see, though it ain't so likely as it once was. And if not, well, there's a couch and a bottle of beer and fire what'll be just as fine.