milliways_bar | Entries tagged with jean grey

Jess is sitting out at the Caribbean outlet with a giant fruity drink and a big floppy hat to keep the sun off her face as she reclines in a bathing suit on the beach. She sips and watches the waitrats building what can only be a massive beach bonfire for when the night hits. They've also set up a temporary bar on the beach as well as a floating bar out in the water.

(Jess isn't sure how it's staying in place given the waves but she's not going to look too closely. Wouldn't want to spoil the fun.)

She also sees some kid in Star Wars looking armor setting up with looks to be fireworks.

Tonight looks to be shaping up to be fun.

[OOC: Welcome to the Summer Bonfire All-Skate!
All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em in!

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behavior (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. What happens in the All-Skate, stays in the All-Skates! Unless, that is, it happens between approved game characters and all muns agree.
5. Please don't be a dick.
6. Feel free to have your pup tag in with a handwaved nighttime if you prefer. Bonfire will be lit, foods to cook on long skewers will be available, and the fireworks will happen once I get to Sabine's entry (assume later in the evening.)

sunbaked_baker

The sun was just a brightening smudge on the horizon this morning when Rae had given up on sleep, come downstairs, commandeered one side of the bar's kitchens and had gotten to work. She had actually started preparations well in advance of today, thankfully, with the Bar's (and the kitchen freezers') help, so the morning's work was relatively straight-forward. Not that there was a shortage of things to do, of course.

Now many hours later, she emerges from the kitchens, face glistening and flushed from the heat of the ovens and stove, her red hair held back by a blue, sunflower-dotted kerchief. She takes off the flour-dusted apron that had been protecting her colorful clothes and hangs it up on a nearby hook before getting down the specials board. Soon enough, the board is hung back up for the bar room to see.

Sunshine's Summer Solstice Happy Hour

Drinks Specials
- Summer Sangria
- Citrus Gin Slush
- Rhubarb, Grapefruit and Thyme cocktail
- Peach Moscato Freeze with Raspberries
- Ginger Lemonade
- Lavender soda

Savories and Sweets
(all are vegetarian)
-Green Tomato and Dill Tartines on five-grain harvest bread
-Cranberry, Brie and Caramelized Onion focaccia bread
-Steamed scallion buns
-Spinach, asparagus and mushroom personal pizza
-Asparagus, leek, and sweet potato frittata
-Arugula, caramelized onion, tomino cheese and roasted portobello mushroom sandwich on ciabatta roll
-Sun-dried tomato, spinach and ricotta grilled cheese sandwich on sprouted wheat bread
-Mini Blackberry-Lavender Cheesecakes
-Lavender, Vanilla and Rose Meringue Roses
-Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head
-Bitter Chocolate Death
-Death of Marat (limit 2)
-Lemon Lechery
-Flirty Earls earl-grey buns (or Dirty Earls, with icing)
-Morningstars

Alcoholic Ice Creams and Sorbets
Peach Moscato and Raspberry
Grape-Rosemary-Vodka
Cranberry-Mint-Bourbon
Lime-Basil-Gin
Watermelon-Mint-Tequila
Bailey's Coffee and Cream

Non-Alcoholic Ice Creams and Sorbets
Lavender-Vanilla
Earl Grey Latte
Mango-Maple-Ricotta
Vanilla-Mint Lemonade
Strawberry-Basil Balsamic
Honeydew Melon and Mint
Hibiscus-Rhubarb
Ginger, Hibiscus and Watermelon

So maybe she over-did it. That's what a lack of sleep is for, right? Anyway, it's hot out. The season says so. Sunshine settles behind the bar with a tall, icy lavender soda of her own, and calls out, "Happy hour, everyone! Happy Summer Solstice!"

heartofthedream

"Oh. You came back."

Jean closed the door behind her, grateful that she'd been home and not in the field. However, the number of doors she might find there or down on Krakoa was sizably limited. She made her way to the bar with an unabashed curiosity as she took in the changes of the busy room she hadn't seen in years.

(Or alive. There was always that, too.)

Jean's fingertips slid across the far edge of the stool before she sat down, addressing The Bar. "I think just coffee for now, please."

[ Have yourselves one Jean fresh from Krakoa.
Open until it falls off the page. ]

balancingminds

When Charles goes to the counter to get a scotch, he smiles and nods. He's glad to do a happy hour, Milliways has received a few shocks lately and if this will help then he's happy to do it. The cocktail book provides some good options as he starts to write.

Specials
Golden Friendship
Hedgehog
Dignified Iced Tea
If you've had a difficult week, share your troubles and your drink is free.

Its not a huge amount but he hopes its enough that he might make a few people smile tonight.

(OOC: Charles is listening passively so please include your character's thoughts in the narration or a reason why he wouldn't hear them. Thank you and at 1:30 am closed for the night. Open for new threads until the next Happy Hour goes up.)

balancingminds

In an amount of time that Charles is trying to not think too hard about, he's going to have to hand in and present his thesis. He knows that all of his work is solid but he would still like it to be over. Work has always been the way he handles nervousness, so he's been going between the library and the flat as he makes certain everything is in order. This means he hasn't seen as much of Raven as he'd like, but he'll find time soon.

There hasn't been quite as much time to keep his thoughts as calm as he'd like and Milliways is useful for that. Here he can work and amidst the chatter of quite different minds, sort out what he needs to focus one. Thus he's taken over a table with his his editing work along with a pot of tea and the remains of a sandwich.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Red Riding Hood
OOC: Charles is not actively listening to the minds around him. He's basically letting the sounds of the Bar in terms of thoughts and conversation be his background noise. In your tag, please give a sense of your character's thoughts, but he won't be actively concentrating on listening until a thread has begun.
Warning for slight adult themes near the end of the Iris' thread.

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. ♥]

balancingminds

Charles is whistling a tune he heard somewhere and in the midst of a good day.

His advisor is happy with his work, his students are actually understanding things, though he hasn't seen Raven as much as he'd like.

That does happen sometimes when their lives get complicated and he doesn't think she's angry at him for anything.

When he gets to the counter, he orders a pint and twists his stool around to watch the Bar.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier
OOC: Charles is actively listening to the minds around him. Please include thoughts in your narration or if there are shields or other issues present, explain them as well. Thank you.
Also warning that I'm on vacation, which means there will be random slows but open until I say its not.

balancingminds

Charles enters the Bar and is barely aware of the difference as he pulls off his robe and finds a seat. As he walks, he keeps his eyes as closed as he can and navigates by the feel of the minds as he just ran into an awful anxiety dream, which has left him feeling like the floor's moving.

Once he's reached the counter, he puts his head down on the rolled up robe and takes a few deep breaths before lifting his head.

A glass of Scotch is at his elbow and he manages a smile but doesn't open his eyes too much. He's just going to focus on the little realities and block out the world until he feels certain that he's in control. Scotch with ice, the surface of the counter, all of these are real and apparent.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Nathan Summers
OOC: At the moment, Charles has the majority of his shields up and isn't actively listening to minds. Also I'm reaching my max of tags with him, please contact me before tagging.

andproud

This time, Raven marches into the Bar, sans her brother.

A napkin appears to greet her moments later.

"Really?" Beat. "Sure I will."

Specials
Mai Tai
Manhattan
Margarita

(And then a little further down - )

Blue Colada

It is her favorite color, after all.

[ tiny tags: charles xavier, raven darkholme ]

[ ooc: Tag in, tag each other! ST/LT welcome and appreciated. ~~Open for tags until this reads otherwise.~~ Closed to new tags. ]

heartofthedream

Redhead, laying in the grass, on her side.

Head propped up by one hand, on one cheek.

She's staring at the lake. But it's anyones guess what she's looking at.

heartofthedream

~~There is a woman, or The Phoenix, or a woman who is The Phoenix, or The Phoenix who looks like a woman~~ Jean is sitting on the grassy knoll overlooking the baseball field, knotting a daisy chain, as the dusk is settling and the stars are coming out.

It's really better not to ask where she found full-bloomed daisies in March's chill either.

ever_lovin

[OOC: Taking full advantage of Milliways time effects, this takes place after all Fear Itself OOMs, even the ones I haven't written yet.]

The Front Door cracks open and Ben peeks in before closing the door again. One might have heard a sigh of both relief and worry before it closed however. A few minutes of bar time later and the door opens to a large box being pushed through. Ben eventually follows, picks up the pool table sized package and carries it over to where the old table used to be. His shoulders are bowed by the weight of his guilt but a guy takes care of things, especially when it'd be easier to run.

He sets the box down, clears a space to work in and opens the box to begin. "Ah crud," he says realizing he forgot a screw driver.

A little help might be good.

[[OOC prt2: I'm running to slow but I wanted to get this up while it made sense, time wise, in Milliways.]]

fireandashesagain

It's quiet outside, things are relatively cleaned up. The squid seems happy. It's almost peaceful.

Which is when a giant ball of fire appears on the grass, scorching everything around it for a good foot. Screaming out of the flames that reach almost as high as the trees is a brilliantly fire colored bird about the size of an eagle.

It wheels around in the air as the fire dies down and then lands in the trees.

Looking about it gives a noise that could probably be interpreted as "WTF!?"

balancingminds

Charles would like today to be over but he has more edits waiting for him at home. Raven will be annoyed that he can't join her at their local tonight, but there's too much to do. He sighs and pushes open the door of their building, dinner and then more work.

As he goes through the door, he walks through and swallows, this isn't where he's meant to be. Instead of the minds he orients himself to in their building, there's this place which is almost overwhelming.

He can't recall ever feeling such a diversity of minds and he slowly makes his way towards the counter, trying to pick up what he can of where he is.

(OOC: Charles is skimming the top layer of thoughts to try and figure out what's happened. I ask that you please include thoughts in the narration or if Charles won't be able to read your character, let me know how and what he will experience. Thank you for your help. And closed to new threads.)

heartofthedream

The blinding white light on the other side vanished as The Door was closed.
Jean stood, looking at the bar. Silently. Then her lips curled into a smile.

"I have to admire your resiliency."

starrydome

It's been a long night and there is still a while yet till first light. But he cannot abide opening any more chests with old treasures - and memories, let's not forget memories - tonight. So he has gone here instead and has settled down close to the fire, a mug of mulled, spicy wine at hand and a slightly distant look in his eyes.

Who knows, he might be sleeping.

He wouldn't mind distraction. Anything to take his mind off the neatly ordered piles of notes, maps and lists, left over from The Last Alliance.

sees_them_too

It’s a shame, really, that Dumbledore’s Army (newly formed) can’t come to Milliways en masse to train. It would be ever so convenient. Umbridge would certainly never ever catch them here. Luna had even suggested it to Anthony Goldstein and Cho Chang. Both of whom had looked at her uncertainly and gone on debating the merits of the Forbidden Forest vs. the Shrieking Shack.

But that doesn’t mean that Luna can’t practice here, herself. Especially while they’re still searching for a place where they can all learn Defense Against the Dark Arts together.

Wand in hand, Luna stares down a straight-backed chair in a quiet area of the bar. Then, with a quick flourish, casts her spell.

“Reducto!”

She doesn’t have much experience with these spells, but Luna is not a Ravenclaw for nothing. She’s a quick study. The chair blows up with a bang and a puff of smoke, knocking Luna smartly on her backside.

“Ooooof. Well.” She cautiously sits up, picking chips of wood out of her hair. “That’s going to take a bit of practice.”

Little good it’ll do to cast a spell in self-defense if it knocks you over.

heartofthedream

The White Hot Room doesn't forget.

The same cannot always be said of Jean Grey.
Who is still finding pieces. Of herself. Of everything.

Who stares at the room, momentarily confused.

Her head tilts. Oh. Milliways. She remembers this.
(If not why it, or what, woke her up this time.)

OOC: Open until it scrolls. Maybe even after.

heartofthedream

"You've been saving that move, haven't you?"
There's a soft laugh with the words.

Jean is at the bar. Playing chess. With The Bar.

heartofthedream

[OOC: Because I had to do a snoopy dance.
Coherence & planning to follow. Adoption'Comicsverse!]

The door opens to blinding whiteness.
And a woman steps out of it. Through the door.

Emerald eyes blinking; focusing on the funny little room.

becomingphoenix.livejournal.com

It was time. She felt it within her. Pulling at her very being. The need to be back where she started. A home that had been made just for her. Given to her, really. No, not really. Xavier's was a place for everyone. Now though... it was time to return home. Back to her husband and to a life she loved and enjoyed. She'd miss everyone in the mysterious bar. And though she may not be able to keep contact with them... she'd hope she could be there with them in spirit. For they were her life.

Coming downstairs she moves over to Bar and caresses the counter. How she'd miss the inanimate object. The one thing other than humans and the many other species that could feel. "I'll miss you, Lady Bar." A warmth washes over everything within her range. As it does a piece of paper appears on top of the counter top.

( Notes )

One last look at the note and she watches it vanish knowing that Bar would get it to the people it needed to be gotten to. Those she'd met and those she considered family. If they were still around.

[Even though I'm retiring her, her exit post (this post here) will be open until Monday, the 1st of September.]

becomingphoenix.livejournal.com

Memories come and memories fade. Minds open and shut like doors leading to another place or another time. Some are loud and some are soft as mice, maybe even softer. There are those that can be forced open and some that will forever remain closed. Eyes fill with fire and she looks to the skies as her body lifts from the ground. Fire spreads out and engulfs her whole being, the very body immune to the heat and flames. As her eyes adjust to their surroundings, she looks out before her.

None would be harmed by her. Besides, they'd have to look up to find the good doctor anyway.

iron-irina.livejournal.com

For most of the afternoon and evening, Irina has been outside, practicing her form with her rapier.

When she comes back into the bar, her back is still straight, and she still stands tall.

The extent to which she has worked is most telling in the rise and fall of her chest, and the way her dark hair sticks to her face. Irina takes a seat at the bar, accepting the glass of water from the bar gratefully. Her rapier hangs at her belt, stuck in its sheath.

She's out of full uniform today; she's clad in grey pants and her black military boots, along with a white tank top that seems a little odd when taken into consideration with her black gloves.

The gloves, however, soon come off.

Having finished her water, the blade comes up and out again. Carefully, she tests the edge with one finger, frowning just slightly. She hasn't used it to cut anything today, but it's still a little blunt for her taste.

tinytags: irina spalko, dudley do-right
ooc: mun ~~off for the night~~ being sneaky. tagging up every so often until exhaustion and collapse. will tag up tomorrow. tags open until it scrolls off the front page.

firstcptjack.livejournal.com

Jack has a book with him in case it's slow (today it's Hero With a Thousand faces) and takes a moment to ponder the specials:

Today's Specials
Tequila Sunrise
Tequila Mockingbird
the Perfect Margerita

"Welcome to Happy Hour. What can I get you?"

[tiny tags: Maj. Evan Lorne]

fabledcinders.livejournal.com

The Door doesn't open on a room. The other side shows what appears to be the interior of a Range Rover. Smells of scorched rubber and cordite waft through. If one looks closely, there's a brief glimpse of splintered glass and dents in the roof.
The blonde-haired, slender young woman who's just tried to exit said vehicle scowls fiercely. Her free hand tightens on the Glock she carries.
After a second, she steps clear to allow the door to shut behind her. The gun's lowered but not put away.