milliways_bar | Entries tagged with jason todd

[OOC: For those following along, the Master of Ceremonies has not been in the bar since having said his goodbyes a year ago.

A year ago, he stepped through his door. A year ago, with the help of his Milliways friends, he finally made his escape.

(Warnings: Violence throughout, lots of gore in the first thread.)]

throwscurves

"Yeah, yeah," Diego calls back over his shoulder as he pushes his way into what he thinks is the boiler room. "I'll hit it when I do the locker room later, Al. I'm a little busy just now."

Enter one Diego Hargreeves, dressed in black, domino mask in place, with throwing knives strapped to basically every available surface. He keeps his left hand clamped tight over the bit of cloth he's holding over the cut on his upper right arm. Glancing around the room, he proceeds cautiously toward the bar.

It's weird, sure, but Diego has a high tolerance for weird.

alreadywon

So - a teenage boy walks into a bar wearing leg braces and using crutches that honestly look kind of heavy duty. There isn't really a punchline to that, except that he pauses because honestly, he didn't expect the Bar today, and he hadn't really decided if he was going to keep up the ruse of his totally-real spinal injury while he's here. On the one hand, he hasn't really positively identified anyone as being from his universe. On the other hand, just because he hasn't doesn't mean they don't or won't frequent the Bar, and it could potentially screw up a lot of work. (It doesn't help that there's a voice in the back of his head that sounds frighteningly like Bruce reminding him to prepare for the worst-case scenario, no matter how unlikely.)

You know what would make this decision easier? An ice cream soda float. Which he has to have delivered to him while he's sitting on one of the chairs near the fireplace because he can't really carry it easily with the crutches (con of keeping this up at Milliways: more difficult to maneuver around). But at least he has something to brood over.

guppy_sandhu

Life Support? At Christmas?
Well some folks have nowhere else to go today.

After the burning of the goat, there is a large buffet set up in the warmth of the inlet. Posters inside the bar invite people to come and join in.

LIFE SUPPORT HOLIDAY PARTY

FREE DINNER!

(NO OBLIGATION TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS)

ALL WELCOME!

[ooc: Threadhopping encouraged.]

chambermusicandtenpins

There is a middle-aged man in an old-fashioned suit walking around the bar that has never been there before. He doesn't seem confused or uneasy, however, and wanders about as if he were perfectly comfortable being there -- and, even more so, as if everything about him was simply fascinating. He spends a great deal of time at the observation window, peering out at the stars collapsing outside, but he also seems keen to look at the trappings of the bar itself.

When he does eventually take a seat at the bar itself, he seems to quickly get into a short, pleased conversation with the bar itself, seeming delighted when his ever sentence is answered by a cocktail napkin with scribbled words.

runningred

A fully armoured Red Hood comes barrelling in, the sound of gunfire behind him. What he's carrying is pretty clearly an explosive device.

"BAR! I need a zero box! NOW!"

The Bar doesn't argue, producing a black box just a bit bigger than the bomb. And black. Blacker than black. The sort of black that drinks colour and hurts to look at.

Jay drops the bomb into the box and seals the lid. Holding his breath, he counts to four. There's a soft pop and the box shudders slightly.

Then nothing.

Jay slumps against the bar and slides down to the floor, tipping off his helmet as he breathes a sigh. "Thank fuck that worked!"

guppy_sandhu

The circle of chairs is set out in the corner and the smell of warm free food drifts across the room.

LIFE SUPPORT

TONIGHT'S FREE MENU:

TOAD IN THE HOLE*
VEGAN TOAD IN THE HOLE

OPEN TO ALL, COME AND CHAT WITH US

[*Toad in the hole is a dish involving sausages in yorkshire pudding. No toads in dish]

[ooc: Open until the next one, all tags will be picked up by at least one of the team. Guppy-mun apologises for putting this up late, had a brain fart.]

imthepilot

There's a few people working down in the garage today.

Bodhi and Galen are fixing up an Epsilon-class Imperial cargo shuttle. Floating near by is a repainted Parrot Droid, fetching and carrying tools on Bodhi's command. There's still some glitches and the thing stutters and drops things from time to time. Watch your toes!

Not far away, Jay has the parts of a personal field generator spread out on a table, cleaning the parts before he starts to put them back together. Every now and then, he calls over to Galen for help to confirm he has the wiring right.

{ooc: All three are open for tagging, let us know who you're after.}

thewidewideworld

Sinric has several maps and a pile of historical accounts spread out over a table, cross referencing and making notes.

Bodhi is perched at the bar, shelling pod-poppers into a bowl and watching a little holo-projecter.

Jay is busy servicing a set of jump-lines and line firing rig, having a conversation with the bar over a series of napkins.

justmark

There's, uh. There's an unusual number of bears around here lately. Enough so that leaving food out is prooobably a bad idea? So it's wrapped snacks today as Mark gets everything settled. Bags of chips and granola bars. Things that hopefully won't attract hungry, hungry bears?

There's also a sign up, declaring Life Support is Open.

Mark has his machete out just in case. Of bears.

[ooc: I'm tracking the post but Mark may be sporadic until this evening.]

angry_friendship_wolf

[AU Week 2018: Superhero AU.]

The door opens on cheering and camera flashes, just in time for someone -- dressed in an uncomfortable and form-fitting superhero suit in shades of dark blue, with logos for Coca-Cola, Bandai, Toei Animation, and Toyota plastered liberally over the back, forearms, and thighs -- to back into the bar, waving and smiling.

As soon as the door closes, he rests his forehead against it, letting out one long, irritated growl now that there aren't any cameras or reporters to see it.

Then he straightens up, plasters a huge, nearly gormless looking grin on his face, and meanders towards the Bar.

fry_sandhu

[oom: Fry and his friends consider their futures]

There is a big swing by the lake. It has a sign on it and a rope in front of it. 'Under 12s must be supervised by an adult to play with this swing'.

But Fry can't quite resist approaching it, with a furtive look around. He pulls a protractor out of his pocket and quickly measures the angles of the beams, before sneaking back under the rope and running off back to the kids' playground.

He sits on the roundabout and scribbles in his book.

makes_the_toys

Watch out, people, there is a robot in the bar and it is a total master of Kung Fu.

Near a table that's against the wall, the robot runs through a series of forms, throwing punches, kicks, and even sticking the landing on a back flip. The robot itself is yellow, made up of a light-weight metal frame with obvious legs and arms, but a rather expressionless head with only a sensor strip where eyes might be. There's also a speaker, and every blow the robot throws is punctuated by a Bruce Lee 'WAA-TAA!'

The robot is also only a couple of feet tall.

Still, it's a rather acrobatic and feisty thing.

Sitting at the table and watching both the robot and data running on his tablet screen, Cisco's expression is full of glee, right up until the robot decides to take on furniture.

After throwing a roundhouse kick at the air, the robot performs a neat flip and lands in front of a chair, delivering a quick karate chop that splinters the seat.

"Hey!" Cisco exclaims, standing up quickly. The robot gives a shin stomp to the chair leg, breaking it just before Cisco scoops the little guy up off the ground.

"Not cool," he scolds the robot.

The robot responds by trying to continue its assault. Fortunately the way Cisco is holding onto it, none of the robot's appendages are able to get a strike in on him.

[tiny tag: Cisco Ramon]

sunbaked_baker

Anyone out in the vicinity of the lake and forest may hear the sounds of a fight coming from a nearby clearing. Sunshine is out in the cleared circle where she tends to practice, dodging and blocking the concentrated attacks of two vaguely-humanoid figures constructed of mud and stone, animated by magic. Their size and construction belies their speed, for they are very fast, and Rae is grimed with dirt, her cut-short hair mussed and wet with sweat, breathing hard with the effort it takes to stay beyond their reach until she can strike.

Even though she usually prefers the warmth of summer, the lack of breeze in the forest is making the heat nearly intolerable. But she isn't letting herself stop for water until she takes them both down. The whole point was to make that difficult, after all. It doesn't do her any good to go easy on herself.

runningred

There are good days and there are bad days. Hard to tell which is which some days.

The door opens abruptly as Jay kicks it in, flicking blood off the blade of his katana.

He drops his sword and his helmet on the bar. His jacket is gone, his undersuit scored with cuts, some of them through to the skin. There's a rather nasty cut on his temple which is bleeding freely.

Jay falls into a bar stool and orders a scotch and a first aid kit. And yes, he's planning to sew himself up.

run_barry

[oom: I am--]

Hold onto your loose articles Milliways, because the front door is opening with a whoosh and a blur is zooming in.

The speeding streak neatly avoids chairs, tables and any obstacles before coming to a rather showy sliding halt near the counter.

Clad in red with a rather distinctive emblem on his chest of a gold lightning bolt across a red background, the person is also wearing a mask and a wide grin.

Glancing around for a moment, he takes a deep breath to down any nerves, then reaches up and slides back his cowl to reveal Barry Allen who is feeling rather good about life, the universe and everything.

It's a much more exciting and freeing action than he even thought it would be, and his smile splits further as he turns to the counter and takes a seat on a stool.

"Hey Bar, I-- " before he can finish a banana milkshake appears beside a large plate piled high with cookies decorated in icing with the same symbol on his suit.

A small figurine also appears with it, and Barry picks it up with a laugh and a grin.

"Awesome."

run_barry

[In Milliways: no boom]

Out by the lake there is a blur speeding round and around the lake shore. Bright, golden yellow lightning flickers and sparks in the wake of the red streak, barely recognizable as a man, racing in a circuit around the water.

Barry is that blur, and he's digging deeper and pushing harder than he has since that night he went up against a tornado. He pours out speed on the shoreline path, straining for more. The air in front of and around him begins to ripple, pressure builds as the air fights back against him, verging on an invisible barrier, and just before it all splits apart--

Momentum breaks. Barry's internal engine sputters and clunks out and he comes to a clumsy, skidding stop.

Doubling over, hands planted on his knees while his chest heaves and his heart races, he gasps for breath. Looking at the trail he's just run several times over, Barry's expression breaks into disappointment knowing he's fallen short of his target.

Adding insult to injury he's still on the far side of the lake.

Straightening up shakily, a dejected Barry starts the long, and slow, walk back to the bar; hands on his hips and beyond winded.

When he gets there he's going to grab a seat in a corner booth and start back with the calculations on a pad of paper; trying to figure out if he went wrong, or if he just can't do it.

[ooc: despite the icon Barry is not in the suit, just a t-shirt and shorts. Feel free to catch him outside or in the bar. Open through the weekend, though slows will happen]

coral_sandhu

One moment Coral was sitting quietly struggling through her maths homework. The next minute she felt something sharp sting her on the arm.

She looks at her arm in time to see the big buzzing thing fly away, then lets out a bloodcurdling scream and throws her maths book towards the bug.

"OWWW! GO AWAY, YOU BIG SMELLY MEANIE FARTY-FACE BUG!"

The bug, however, is long gone.

i_am_your_host

Emcee, awake in the wee hours of the night, is feeling a bit bored and frivolous.

So, he sits at the bar with a glass of gin, a mirror, and a catalogue of fashion sunglasses. Each time he comes across a pair that he likes, he asks the Bar for it so he can try them on, even taking selfies with his smartphone to see how he looks in photos with them.

It's an utterly vain way to pass the time. But whatever.

Eventually he collects a small pile of favorites, but can't decide which one to keep.

thewidewideworld

It's a beautiful day outside and several people are outside making the most of it.

Sinric has been swimming around the inlet and is now sunning himself on the rocks. Aware of other people's sensibilities, he has borrowed a swimsuit from the bar. A sparkly gold scale print one-piece. That, the long gold hair, and the fact he's singing to himself, you'd be forgiven for mistaking him for the resident mermaid.

Jay is stripped down to his jeans, going through sword kata with a long bladed katana. Barefoot and shirtless, he repeats the katas over and over with brutal precision.

Bodhi has a datapad and toolkit, test-flying a modified ID10 seeker droid. A sinister looking black thing with an imperial cog on it's underside.

[Tiny tag - Bodhi Rook]

golden_lyre

Since his recent arrival, Orpheus has stayed in the bar, even gotten his old room back. He tells himself it's because the food is excellent and he's tired of fish, and that's...mostly true.

When he slides up to the bar and gets the once-familiar napkin-scrawled request, he laughs softly. "Sure thing, sweetheart," he says and sets himself up behind the bar, scribbling out a quick list of specials

1/2 off any drink for a story that tells a truth

Settling himself onto a stool with his guitar in his lap, Orpheus plays a quiet tune with a touch of melancholy, a smidge of loneliness, and a tiny ache of loss. It's not putting out a particularly strong emotion, but it does tug at the heart some.

[ooc: Done for the night! I'll pick up threads again tomorrow. :) Thank you, everyone!]

runningred

Jay comes in from the gym, a rather fine looking shamshir strapped to his back.

As well as the glass of water he asked for, the Bar presents him with a large glass of bourbon and a very dark chocolate cake decorated with a white skull and crossbones. And a single black candle.

“Haha.” Jay mutters darkly and takes a sip of the bourbon. “Very funny.”

He looks around the bar. “Anyone want some cake?”

makes_the_toys

Cisco is occupying a table in the corner of the bar, tinkering. To his left is an orange slushie and a mostly eaten basket of Animal Fries, in front of him the top of the table is scattered with bits of metal and tech.

Some of the pieces look distinctly like the handles to something, perhaps some sort of laser sword... or a flashlight, he could totally be working on a flashlight.

'Psheeww--zzttt--AAAP!'

"WHOA! OH! That's on me, that's my bad!"

After one brilliant moment where a contained blue-green shaft of light projects from the handle in his hand, Cisco's 'flashlight' shoots out an energy bolt that strikes a nearby table and blows a hole into the top of it, then promptly goes dead.

"I'm totally gonna pay for that," he pledges, casting a guilty look around.

Obviously he needs to make more adjustments.

[tiny tag: Cisco Ramon]

galen_erso

If you know Bodhi or Galen at all, have crossed their paths in some way in the last year or so since they arrived, then you will have had an invitation this morning, asking you to drop by the natural amphitheatre of cherry-blossom halfway up the mountain in the early afternoon, for a little celebration. Those of you who know them a little better will know what that means.

There are chairs set up in a semi-circle around a small dais, just the right number to seat everybody and leave a few spare spaces for people who prefer their distance; there are table by the side of the bowl that will provide refreshment (all of it planned and made by Bodhi, of course), a music player set up to play traditional tunes among the cherry trees, and benches and blankets here and there among the cherry blossom where you can sit and talk, eat and drink and listen. Later, when the stars are out, there will be fire baskets and stronger drinks to enjoy beneath the cloudless night sky, with a view of galaxies far, far away...

[[OOC: Party post! Ceremony is reserved for Bodhi and Galen, but all the other sub-threads are open for mixing, mingling and thread-hopping in the usual way. If your character hasn't met Bodhi and/or Galen before, feel free to have them wander in and just stay for the party. Everybody welcome -- have fun! Open indefinitely.]]

runningred

An armoured an helmeted Red Hood comes in backwards through the door, fire a handgun in each hand. He lets himself fall onto his back, slamming the door closed with a foot as he does.

Flat on his back on the floor, arms (and guns) crossed over his chest, Jay laughs. It's going to be one of those days.