milliways_bar | Entries tagged with jericho

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

[OOM: a future battle ends]
((millitimed to about two weeks ago, not long after Will Scarlett and Kevin Ford returned to Milliways))

The door swung open. Sooraya held it open for Caitlin and Jericho to enter ahead of her, before she followed.
They were sore, tired, but: mission accomplished. She couldn't resist a grin. We won.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Dust walks downstairs, Wither trailing just behind her. His posture's relaxed, no hint that he's doing it as a subtle way of watching her back...but let anyone strange or seeming unfriendly approach, and that may change.

They both head for Bar,Wither carrying a long cloth-wrapped bundle under his arm. She's keeping her eyes out for the people she's made plans with, earlier, and for Barbara Gordon, just in case.

Last preparations are all but done for them. Almost time to leave, and she can't help but be relieved. The sooner they get on the road, the sooner it's done, whatever happens.

((not plotlocked,no. Tag one or both pups at will))

shadowsfound.livejournal.com

Kevin's sitting at the bar, having a late dinner.

He's also studying a set of blueprints. The Xavier Institute's, or what will be in one particular timeline.
While he can read them well enough, they aren't actually helping. They add up to the same thing every time: we're screwed.

He shakes off the mood, and takes up a pen to write notes to some folks,
"Don't suppose you..." he puts up a hand as Bar flickers an annoyed red for a
second. "Just asking. But yeah, a hacker or magic-user would come in handy. But I'll see if Sooraya knows anyone."

hero_farmboy

Coffee? Check.

Notebook? Check.

Farmboy? Check.

Seat near the observation window? Well, sort of. It still weirds Clark out more often than not and although tonight seems to be more of a 'not', he's still situated himself far enough away that he can ignore it if he really wants to.

Of course, when one's other option is writing out lists of all the work that needs to be done before winter really sets in, staring out the observation window is winning out a lot more than it should.

immortalthief

Amanda has been working on her alphebet. In fact she is sitting at a table working on a n important letter. It's the first letter that she is going to give to someone. If she can find out how to give it to them, after all she hasn't seen Jericho for a couple of weeks.

<lj-cut text="Note for Jericho">
Jerico,

I wood like to talk. In bar buy fire place.

Amanda</lj-cut>

It isn't a very long note and doesn't use the best grammer, spelling, or anything. She isn't even sure that he is going to get it but at somepoint bar gets the letter to give to the big scary man.

<small>[OOC: At first Amanda is trying to figure out how to get the letter to Jericho and after that she will be sitting by the fireplace waiting for him in case he gets the letter. Bother at anypoint in time.]</small>

silentson.livejournal.com

Down by the beach, you will believe a man can fly!

But only because he actually is, hovering a few inches above the sand, a look of intense concentration on his face. The fine control is a little rough, and, so long as he's stuck with this form, he might as well practice with it. Feel free to bug him.

first-sixth.livejournal.com

There's a Tommy in the bar this afternoon, seated at a table rather than on his customary couch by the fire. He's in full uniform after some training out by the lake earlier, though the Brachio Staff and his helmet are sitting on top of the table. This is in part because he's currently eating, a large glass of Diet Coke and an entire pizza occupying part of the tabletop. The pizza itself is half pepperoni, half shrimp scampi, and both halves have had dents made in them.

The rest of the table's surface is consumed by stacks of graded papers, a yellow legal pad, a sketchbook, assorted pens and pencils and a laptop computer. There are also more than a few books, thoughtfully provided by Bar. One might note titles such as The Effects of Prolonged Magical Exposure In Living Organisms and The Demon Within: Studies In The Effects of Possession, Symbiosis and Baseline+ Abilities In Metahumans, on the covers and spines.

It would seem the good doctor has been bitten by the reasearch bug. Not that this means he'll mind a distraction or two, so have at!

Especially if you like pizza.

Current Mood: curious

angsty-spider.livejournal.com

There is a Peter out back in a tree. He isn't wearing his mask, but he is wearing his costume. He is looking out at the lake.

He feels like Shit.

Peter is feeling bad, he doesn't know why. But there are some people who didn't help it, and some who should give him what fore.

Ahhhh!

silentson.livejournal.com

And out back, Jericho is having an argument with himself.

"Me no am hate it here! Me no am- No, relax, this is temporary, we'll leave as soon as we can- Me am love this place!" He strikes out at a tree, reducing it to kindling with a single blow. " Me am love the ugly trees! Me am love the clean ground! Me am love the dry water!" This time, red beams shoot forth from his eyes, causing a small section of water to boil.

"Where am Wonder Girl? Me am see here everywhere! She's back at home Match, she's waiting for you back at home, just wait, and you'll see her!" And, suddenly, Jericho is in control of the body again.

"Thank god."

little-miss-sue.livejournal.com

If you've seen her, you know her.

If you haven't seen her... you probably know her as well.

Mary Sue, as she is known by some, has entered the bar again, this time from the upstairs...

[ooc: please make sure to tag all Mary-Sue related threads with 'Mary Sue Must Die', thanks!]

whatsshakinpox

There are sandbags on the Bar. As in...they're piled onto the actual Bar to make sort of a perimeter. The reason for this is not clear, except that the bar obviously provided sandbags for the assembly of this high wall. Some muttering can be heard from within the fort, meaning that it IS, in fact, occupied.

Bother?

silentson.livejournal.com

"No worry guys, I got this!" A rough, gravelly voice is heard saying on the other side of the door. It is shortly followed by one ugly creature coming through the door, trying to close it gently behind him. This thing that now stalks into Milliways is a horrid, macabre rendition of a human being, grey skin, red eyes, bulging muscles, clothing in tatters.

As this creature realizes where it has ended up, its eyes widen in shock. For, despite the ugly shell, underneath all this is Jericho, our friendly body hopping mute hero. It's just there was this battle, Match here needed controlling, Joe took the body, it's this whole thing. "Oh, no, no, not now, not like this!"

He turns to the door- and keeps turning, scanning the wall worriedly. It was right here, wasn't it? "Oh-" He searches around for an appropriate word. "-Pooh." Not exactly what one would expect to come from the mouth of this thing.

steelartisan

Brooding is, perhaps, the term for what Piotr is doing this evening, although he would deny it. (To be proper X-Man brooding, it needs to be on a roof. Possibly in a thunderstorm. Even though Piotr does not go up on the roof very much; if nothing else, if he went metal he might break through it.)

But he has a sketchpad and pencils, and he is drawing. Most of them are not coming out quite as he wants them to, but he keeps sketching. A few of them come close to satisfying him, anyway.

He's not likely to want to talk about his friends' and his world's troubles, but he'd probably welcome a distraction.

silentson.livejournal.com

Out back, by the lake, Jericho is going through his practices. From one pose to another, shifting his muscles to hold himself steady for minutes, before shifting to a new one. He's got so much to think of, and this really helps him. Changing the future. His present. Can they do it? Will he notices the difference?

He crouches down, sets his hands against the ground, then pushes up, until he balances carefully on both of them. He lets his legs seperate, down to either side. And then he pulls one hand up, balancing on the other one. Can he do this? So many saved, but will it work?

twiceahero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometimes this job is really weird. But days when you get messages from your past self are weirder than most.

She tracks down the courier and somehow finds the conversation encouraging]

silentson.livejournal.com

<i>Thanks Dick!</i> Jericho is signing over his shoulder as he comes through the door. Oh! Look! This place, once again. How wonderful.

And, being Jericho, that's not sarcasm, that's actual thought. This place is cool, and the people are nifty too. So many he wouldn't talk to normally.

alwaysroomforhope

For once, Steph doesn't vant to be alone. She's in the bar, sitting in one of the booths against the wall -- sitting on the table, in fact, knees tucked under her chin and back against the wall, watching people pass.

Her Security badge is visible, pinned to her shoulder.

[EPs late at night are always a good idea! ... or not. sorry! i'll catch up inna morning. <3]

silentson.livejournal.com

And once again, the door opens to let in Joseph. It's been a few days, and he seems rather surprised. He was supposed to be visiting Bludhaven with his sister, there was this little coffee shop Dick had told him about, but now-

Well, once here, why not enjoy it? He glances back out the door, nodding to himself, then closes it behind him. No need for Rose to get dragged into this place quite yet. She'd probably kill someone.

As he begins to walk across the room, his gaze finds itself drawn upwards, to look at the window once more. It's just so danged amazing. All that ending and- Is that a crack? He stands there, his neck back, his face caught between wonder and horror. Had that ALWAYS been there?

cf1.livejournal.com

It has been a full day, and none of her friends was found.

Cait is starting to worry, that maybe she did another years-jump, and the End of the Universe is toying with her.

To clear her mind, the very tall redhead is wandering outside, not really looking where she is going besides the basic care to not trip. The dark and silence, coupled with open space are soothing, helping put her at ease and back in a better mood.

kryptonkara.livejournal.com

Kara has had something of an interesting time lately. So far, in the last two weeks or so, she's:

Saved like millions of people, but that's normal, so whatever.

Dropped out of high school.

Agreed to join the most illegal group of superheroes ever.

Gotten checked out by her amnesiac alternate universe cousin (ew).

Suddenly become a venomous laser wolf puppy owner.

Been enlisted to fight pirates. Seriously, pirates.

It's this upcoming event that Kara's considering, while playing on the beach with the subject of item 5, also known as Sunshine or Kara What In God's Name Is Wrong With You She Has Lasers Well Okay She's Kinda Cute But Ow Don't Hit Me Jesus.

She's gonna stick with Sunshine, though. It's easier to say. As she often does, not frolicking at all in any way, shape, or form up and down the beach with her new kid, who she's going to have to figure out where to send while she's, y'know, on the high seas. Later. Right now she's just...trying to unwind, and that's good.

There's a bag near where they're playing, holding her cape to the ground and being occasionally checked to make sure no one's making off with it. Kara would have to punch somebody for that.

lady-detective.livejournal.com

I rarely find the time to practice using a slingshot back home, in spite of Simon's insistence that I ought to. Here, I've got a lot of time and little else to do. So, after gathering a goodly number of suitable stones out on the grounds, I started to practice.

With one of my scarves serving as an improvised weapon, I'm flinging projectiles at a dead tree about twenty yards off. Roughly half my shots are on target. Some come up short, or miss by a few feet. On occasion, one of my stones goes wild and flies off in a completely unexpected direction.

Much as I hate to admit it, Simon was right. I really do need to practice.

[OOC: If you want to start a thread by having your pup get near-missed or clipped by one of Emma's stray shots, be my guest.]

berryberryraz.livejournal.com

Raspberry is outside, sitting on a rock. It's a very nice rock. She's got a jug of wine from somewhere. (It reminds her of Héctor Barbossa.) No glasses, but she'll be delighted to share. If you're cute enough there might even be Jell-O shots!

notboundnow.livejournal.com

Dang, but it's hot in Chicago today. Sticky, too-bright, overcast, no wind.

A fine day for getting dirty.

Prometheus saunters in, leather jacket and all despite the above. His jeans are a little mud-spattered, but pay no mind. He's not.

Anyway, if it's good enough for the water buffalo, it's good enough for a Titan -- ain't that right?

10:43 Central *flibbertyflails!* Good grief, it is hot here. My brain is shutting down of lack of A/C -- not to mention that little button on my alarm clock that says I need to be up in seven hours. Love you all very muchly -- all threading with Prometheus tonight, tags will be picked up again tomorrow! Pinkie swear.

silentson.livejournal.com

Finally, everything was going right.

After so long trapped in his fathers body, trapped in madness, Joseph had finally been restored, been reborn. Not only was he back with the Titans, but he had family now, a little sister, also damaged by their father, but still family. Somehow, it all just felt right.

If he could have, Joseph would have been whistling as he strolled through the door to his room, hoping to pick up a few art supplies, and get some portraits done of the new Titans. Such a roster change since his day, but at least Raven and Cyborg are still there. Cyborg is ALWAYS there.

So, it comes as some surprise that the door to his room opens instead on a bar. Could this be the Oblivion Eddie told him about? Possibly. Sure looks close enough. A little odd, unusual patrons, yes, this could be it. His eyes dart back and forth,a joyful smile on his face. This is just awesome, in so many ways.

Someone come help the new person, who looks like a kid on christmas?