milliways_bar | Entries tagged with james sirius potter

It has been a million and a half years since James was last in the bar.

So, what is the first thing he does? (Well, after a quick bite to eat and a visit to his old room.) He takes his broom out for a spin.

Later, while his younger brother is elsewhere in the bar - at an older age than James currently is, might we add (only in Milliways!) - James himself (in his Quidditch robes) is outside by the porch, absent-mindedly picking at the worn leather of his boots. His broom is propped next to him.

He'd forgotten how much he missed this place.

thursdays_angel

Castiel comes into the bar through the front door this evening, his nose buried in a set of schematics for bleachers. The ball field (outside, a fair jaunt from the lake) is slowly taking shape, but there is still much work to be done.

He read-walks his way over to Bar, where he sets a metal nut on its surface.

“I need a wrench that will fit this, please.”

The tool promptly materializes.

“Thank you.”

Castiel drops the wrench into the pocket of his coat, flips to the next page of the schematic, and makes his way back outside.

Botherable at any point.

thursdays_angel

Castiel has been wandering around the lake today. He usually gets distracted by matters in the bar before he makes it out of doors. There are always more people in the bar, and Castiel likes to watch people.

But he enjoyed his solitary ramble today more than he expected to. And as he walked, he managed to amass a small collection of objects that caught his interest. The inconsequential flotsam and jetsam that people leave behind without even realizing they’ve lost it.

The items are laid out on his table. A bottle cap. A crumpled square of yellow paper with the words Milk, Tomato Sauce, Coffee, Salad Dressing on it. Two nails. A small rubber ball, sun-faded to pale pink, but still full of bounce. A very dirty coin. A large, flat coat button.

He examines each and every one as if it were a groundbreaking archeological find.

will_scarlett

Will enters from Sherwood with a worried look, the weather's been bad, rainy and cold and everything is harder as there's just mud to deal with.

The warmth of the Bar is wonderful as he pushes down his hood and settles with some mulled wine by the fire.

Tiny tag: Charles Monroe

kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com

There was a kitsune sitting at the Bar. She was pondering something- the look of concentration on her face was obvious by the little furrowed expression. To her left was a little reddish wood box highly polished, open, with a multitude of little silken bags in various colors held within. It had been..oh..a year since she had done this and she had met quite a few interesting people since then. Of course the usual suspects were on the list.

"All right," she said after a moment, blue eyes glancing toward the paper in front of her that had various Japanese symbols in a..somewhat.. order on it. "I think I got it all done." Reaching into the box she placed each upon the countertop as she spoke various names. "These go to Will and Kate, these to Jay and Jenny. Ryu-san, Teja-san and please make sure he knows that half of this is for the forge, Doc-san, Tyler-san, Charlie, Major Lorne, Gordon- the gentleman in the glasses, James Potter, and Mal-san." Looking the list over one more time she beams a bright smile and nods. "If I have missed any of the usual please do let me know?" She couldn't help but giggle as a large smiley face appeared on the same piece of paper.

Tabs were paid for the remainder of the year and then some. It was a good comfy little base they had for, well, whatever they wanted to use it for. No notes on who had done it would be left either- sometimes it was nice receiving a gift from someone.

[tiny tags: Major Evan Lorne, Gordon Freeman, Charlie Monroe, Jenny]

artfowler.livejournal.com

[OOM: Some dreams hurt to have.]

"I miss my brothers, I'm not jealous of them," Artemis is saying to Bar as he works surgery on a new plush toy, its stuffing innards and mechanical voice box on the counter before him. He looks to be actually making the voice box, wiring the contraption as he talks. "I mean, of their relationship with our parents. I'm not jealous of that. I'm honestly happy they're having a normal childhood."

Bar, of course, says nothing, a napkin appearing instead. But? it reads.

"But," Artemis frowns, "I... That is, I mean to say..." He trails off, not being able to voice his feelings out loud. He has a mental wall up before he can even think of why that is. "Nevermind. It doesn't matter."

He concentrates on the dissected toy monkey before him instead, continuing to work on what he knows he can fix.

notthatpotter

There's a boy in a booth trying to finish some of his Charms homework - mostly theory stuff, which includes writing a very long, very boring essay.

A couple of textbooks are open to important pages, and there's a collection of loose leaf parchment paper strewn about the surface of the table. He might look like he is hard at work, but he is, in fact, hardly working (as they say).

If one were to walk by, they would see a series of nonsensical doodles, directional arrows, and circular shapes that vaguely resemble Quidditch hoops.

He is entirely botherable.

[ooc: Car keys bait for Everett Hitch and Plourr, but open to all other tags.]

tiny!tag: everett hitch, jumblies

a1enzo

Everyone has their own study techniques.

Enzo is in the lake. He might appear to be treading water, but close examination, for those in a position to do so, will reveal that he's actually sitting on his submerged boogie baud. Only his head and one hand are above the surface—the hand so he can scroll through his Ancient History TXTbook.

Water-cooling. It's a good thing.

a1enzo

For a Guardian cadet, weapons practice is homework, and they have exams in that like in every other subject.

The question is not what Enzo plans to do with the wooden sword hanging from his left hip, or the toy gun holstered on his right thigh, or the staff and bow and quiver of arrows strapped to his back.

The question is how he got here by his usual route through the lounge restroom without exciting comment.

a1enzo

Just because Enzo is plotting prank-vengeance doesn't mean that the original prank is neutralized. Hugh and Balun were quite specific in their scripting: Enzo's study materials will only stop following him through the air when they're actually in use.

It's getting a bit tiresome.

[[minimized tag: the Russian astronaut]]

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco was in the bar, impatiently awaiting for Mia's return. Little did he know how it would go. Especially for his hair. Alhena was sitting on her haunches on the floor next to him, occasionally whining to him as he petted her head idly. He had a potion textbook hovering before him, and sometimes he waved toward it to turn a page.

will_scarlett

Will opens the Front Door with a grin, behind him Sherwood is just turning to Fall as he leads the way for the many friends who helped him out.

Earlier, a door of sorts opened in the woods near the stables so Doc could bring his new horse through and now everyone else returns.

Tiny tags: Dinah Lance, Ben Grimm, Billy Kaplan, Teddy Altman, Nash.

(OOC: Mainly a way for pups to come back, I can only promise Will being here at the moment.)

lion-wilde.livejournal.com

The man who walks in the door is one who hasn't returned here for some time. Upon seeing the bar, however, he flashes a smile of recognition.

He's tall, and well-built, dark reddish hair forming a sort of mane about his head, maroon robes hanging off of his frame. In one motion, he sweeps off his floppy-brimmed hat, heading towards the bar with a purposeful sort of stride.

Ordinarily, the only really noticeable thing about him would be the air around him. He carries himself like nobility, and fierce sort of loyalty is evident in his features.

The most noticeable thing about Godric Gryffindor tonight, however, is that he's sopping wet.

hapan-heiress.livejournal.com

[she was the girl with the string around her neck,
with the boy who could only give her less
it could be more if she learned to never expect,
and now she's her and him and then a baby next.

you exist, when you're living in a dreamworld
OOM.]

A small girl with dark hair and grey eyes enters the bar. At first glance, you think you've never seen her before.

And then something makes you double take. Maybe you saw the sad expression on her face before. Maybe you've essentially raised her since she first came in this place.

Maybe you're related to her and you can finally see the resemblance that has been tugging at your mind forever.

And then you realize. The little girl is the same one who used to run in here, all smiles and red hair and bouncing happiness. Only the red hair is gone...and with it, it seems like the happiness. Instead all that the little girl has is a ratty tauntaun and a new life before her.

(She's dead. Allana Djo is dead and Amelia Solo isn't sure that Allana can ever come back).

And it's not fair. She looks near tears again, near collapse with sadness. She's only four. She can only handle so much.

(She's dead. But she's strong. She'll soldier on. She is a Hapan. She will make her mother...her Gadell...her father and grandfather and everyone proud).

[ooc: omg. okay so Allana's caught up with Legacy of the Force now...which means if you didn't already know this happens...WELL IT DOES. She's not dead, guys, don't come yelling at me with pitchforks D: She'll answer to Allana but introduce herself as Amelia for now. We'll see what happens in that Millenium Falcon book I'm going to have to buy :|. Whateverrrr]

a1enzo

Out by the Caribbean inlet, there's a table full of party food (mostly matter, with one gluttonous portion of digital separated from it by a line of paper streamers) and a rented boombox emitting suitably raucous music.

Enzo Matrix, minus a little puppy fat and plus two inches and a modicum of jaw, is ~~mostly un~~dressed in a pair of dark blue swim trunks, with his icon stuck to one leg just above the hem. Even at this age, one can see the effect of Guardian training on his physique. He's feeling the latest round of changes to his body, stretching and pacing around a pile of flotation devices, beach balls, and pool noodles.

[[OOC: Open to guests and crashers alike until it falls off the page!]]

Current Mood: mature

iambetadraconis

Good evening, Rabastan. When you sit down at the bar, there'll be a rather large-and-very-fancy marbled-vanilla-and-chocolate cake waiting for you with a message on it.

It will say,

Happy birthday, Mr Lestrange.

Of course, you'll stare at it and go "WTF?"

And the message will say,

It's your birthday today. You're now an uneven 41. Dig in.

And you'll roll your eyes and do just that.

Maybe someone will share your cake, even if you could eat it all by yourself.

[Millitimed to sometime around 8pm.]

[Teeny Little Super Tag: GLaDOS]

Current Mood: surprised

will_scarlett

Will has the Joker card laid in front of him along with a book on the history of Jesters.

He keeps thinking he understands why the man in the cell got to him but then something doesn't fit. So he's reading and learning a lot as he idly flips a silver coin on his knuckles.

bprd_agent_red

Hellboy is in tonight at a table frowning over what looks to be a busted camera.

The damage is pretty extensive. It looks like maybe it was dropped. Then had something heavy fall on it.

He's going to be in So Much Trouble.

"Crap."

Fixing it looks to be out of the question so distractions would be good.

notthatpotter

James comes into the bar with a small open box filled with colourful little miscellaneous bits.

He has just received a package from his uncle George with the latest collection of prank-goods to test on his fellow classmates. (Plus some of his requested favourites.)

There is a mischievous and utterly gleeful look on this twelve year old's face as he goes to sit by the bar.

[ooc: inevitable slowtiming, but the post is open forever.]

smallestopener

OOM: In a perfect world, differences wouldn't matter. Valdemar is not in a perfect world, as Ingress finds out during the last days of her summer visit.

Even with Megwyn's reassurance and love, she has never been happier for Tom and Door's arrival to bring her home.

Ingress steps out of the House of Arch painting. She might seem a little quieter, a little more thoughtful, but she's still Ingress. The blue glitter shoes prove it.

She's ready for the kind words of friends. Oh, and for a milkshake with whipped cream and extra cherries. That is a high priority.

ooc: will be in an out next hour or so, then back for tagging goodness.

newdirective.livejournal.com

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click click click

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clang

You know, the bar probably didn't have a Waste Allocation Load Lifter yesterday. Funny, that. Where did that come from? And why is it cleaning the floors? Hope that's not your wallet he just picked up. He's mighty curious, and thats credit cards and some form of currency all over the floor in the next five seconds...

And be careful. Don't trip over the block of junk.

walksthebounds

Whatever you might want to say about the people in Creema di Leema, there's no denying they're awfully nice. And it's hard to say no when they ask you to join in the games (well, hard for Jamie, anyways; Helen, obviously, has no trouble at all.)

However, after about ten rounds of Hide-and-go-Hunt with the other actors in the carnival, Jamie's getting a bit bored with having someone shrieking 'found you!' every few minutes. So this time, as the tightrope walker counts loudly to fifty, he bypasses all the normal closets, cupboards, tarps and piles of costumes that provide the usual hiding places, and ducks instead into Milliways.

He's pretty sure that this will give him a good edge on the game.

will_scarlett

Will's still worried, because it feels like everything with Brand is coming to a head and that means a lot of people he loves are going into battle.

What hurts the most is that he can't join them so Will has a large lunch to help get healthy and a book on guns, because he feels he should learn more.

Though honestly he finds it a hard read, the weapons are beautiful but terrifying in a way that bows and swords aren't to him.

lionlike_tabby

It's not often that the door to Milliways opens for one eighteen-year-old.

So of course it's the night before she plans to attempt the Animagus transformation for the first time that it does so.

A huge leather (well, hopefully leather)-bound book under her arm, she acquiesces to fate, and makes her way to the bar for tea.

"-- I have to what?"

Several moments of urgent, slightly irritated conversation later, she slips the silver Head Girl badge off her sensible uniform, and uses her wand to write the specials on the board in sensible, clear writing. (Which, okay, sparkles. She's still a teenager, after all.)

Happy Hour Specials:
Firewhiskey
Butterbeer
Gillywater.

Shoving her glasses all the way up her nose, one unimpressed eighteen-year-old waits to take your order, and wonders if she can get away with reading on duty.

Try not to spill anything on her textbook.

[OOC: And I flee for the night, folks! Thanks for the threads! Slowtime, all?]

assassinbourne.livejournal.com

He'd come downstairs to get something to eat from Bar since he hadn't eaten all day. The assassin had been too lost in his past. Lost in the files he had on Treadstone and Blackbriar. On the men that made him who he was today. Or wasn't... He hadn't quite figured that one out yet. Either way, with his sandwich came a note asking him to bartend.

Well... he hadn't been expecting that one. Luckily in his line of work he'd had to take on different personas. Different life styles. Playing bartender was something he could do. So walking around behind the counter he sets the plate with his sandwich on it aside and turns to the board, writing down today's specials. No, they're not specific. Just picked at random.

Drink Specials

Extended Jail Sentence
Screaming Multiple Orgasm
Kill Me Now

Finally turning away from the board, he looks over the bar and her patrons.

"Happy Hour, folks! Tell me, what's your pleasure?"

[Tiny Tag: Tanya Adams]