milliways_bar | Entries tagged with john sheppard

It's been a while since Sheppard has been in the bar proper. Even longer since he's tended bar. Though now that he thinks about it he never has. Or maybe he had once. Time flies when you're having fun. Or something along those lines. He'd come down to get something to eat only to have a napkin with it asking him to tend bar. Hey, he could do that. After he finishes eating he moves around behind bar and puts up the drinks.

Hawaiian Sea Breeze

Time For a Change

Zombie Punch

Leaning back a bit he smiles to himself, "Come get your drinks everyone."

On the board it mentions that it's 1/2 off for anything non-alcoholic.

walktheworlds

Sheppard is in the Bar, sitting at a table and having himself a drink. There's been no more backlash from his doppelganger causing nightmares around the place and for that he's ever grateful. He'd rather keep himself in tact.

Though the Colonel is a bit bored which might not be a good thing. Not a good one at all. Which is why Bar provides him a crossword puzzle to go along with his beer. Hey, it worked for him. That's all that really mattered.

walktheworlds

He's been there for a little while now and still hasn't truly gotten used to the place. But a man needs to eat. Needs to eat and needs to... well, there's a lot a man needs to do. So he comes down from his room and heads over to the bar, hand gliding over it almost lovingly. "A beer, please." It magically appears but with a note attached.

"Huh..."

A bar asking him to bartend. That was... new.

"We got any material to go off of?"

He's not sure why he's talking to the Bar itself but as if on cue a book of drinks appears and he shrugs before turning to the board and writing down a few drinks.

Sex On the Bar
Angel's Kiss
Bad Girl

Then under those is half off on any type of beer.

"Come and enjoy yourselves people."

walktheworlds

Sheppard's down in the bar drinking a beer. He's gotten used to being in the Bar. At least he thinks he has. But for the moment his attention is on the Observation Window.

He's botherable if you can catch his attention.

walktheworlds

John had been exploring the bar a bit. Not outside but inside mainly. He'd gotten the backlash of a few of the people that came with his doppelganger giving them nightmares. So far he hadn't run into anyone else that had dealt with his doppelganger. But he does approach the bar and looks down at it. His Major had said something about if you asked... Which he still found kind of weird. No, he found a lot weird.

"A beer please."

When it appears it takes him a moment to take it in before he takes it and goes over sitting down at one of the tables.

walktheworlds

He was technically meant to be in the infirmary still. But he could only lay down for so long. He's sure after removing the piece of equipment on his finger that the monitors would go off. It'd no doubt alert Keller to his escape. But at the present moment he didn't care. Moving towards the door (even if it wasn't at a normal pace), he walks out it intending to head back to his quarters or to the East Pier. Though that's not what happens... he has to stop and stare at the bar that he's just walked into. He doesn't recall Atlantis holding a bar like this. Maybe it was the pain meds...

Either way he's standing by the door he just came through (that's also disppeared) in a white hospital gown, hand going over where the vine... hive body part... whatever it wanted to be called had sunk into his flesh. "Huh..."

[OOC: At the moment Sheppard is taken from Season 5 Episode 2. Or at least from the very end of it.]

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard has had a long, stressful, ~~man-sized, man-eating~~ bug-filled day. Which would be why, after stepping into Milliways and being mildly surprised at the fact that he's in Milliways yet again, he heads over to the bar and orders a beer.

And a can of Raid.

And a can of bug repellent.

(One can't be too careful.)

And so, Sheppard sets about spraying himself with the repellent, deciding to ignore his beer for the moment in favor of anti-bug tactics. He probably wouldn't mind company of the non-buggy sort.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

After the time of it he's had lately, Sheppard isn't quite surprised when he finds himself in Milliways instead of his quarters. But that still doesn't stop him from muttering, "Dammit." As he glances around. After a quick check to make sure that the door hasn't vanished yet again, he begins to make his way over to the bar. Maybe if he gets a drink, he'll appease the powers the be and will be able to get out without having to wait several months.

And so Sheppard can now be found sitting at the bar and drinking a beer while sending the occasional wary look towards the door.

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

Today's the big day.

Elizabeth woke up extremely early and started gathering her stuff together. She'd have to leave all that she'd acquired in Milliways here of course -- bringing luggage on a suicide mission is not exactly the best plan ever.

John spent the morning checking and double-checking and triple-checking their weapons and ammunition. Elizabeth didn't try to stop him.

The both of them are leaving now, but if you want to catch one, there's still time.

[ooc: Only Weir-mun is about, but both characters are leaving for the canon restarting tonight.]

notagod-apollo.livejournal.com

"Except I can do it."

"I don't care. Maybe that's the way things work on planet Starbuck, but the rest of the universe doesn't see it that way. It's too risky."

"For a lousy pilot."

"For any pilot that values his safety and his ass."

"Frak Safety, it loses them, doesn't it?"

"Sure, at the cost of your equilibrium and you position of reference. You might be able to do it, but anyone with an ounce of self-preservation shouldn't even try it."

The sounds of Apollo and Starbuck's good-natured arguing float down the stairs before they're seen clattering down to find some dinner. Two muns, two pups, tag one or both.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard can currently be found sitting at a booth, eyeballing a pad of paper. Well, lounging might be a better term-distracted by the paper, he's begun to slouch somewhat. He frowns to himself every so often, occasionally adding a scribble here, a mark there. He seems rather absorbed in whatever it is that he's working on, but that doesn't he mean he would mind being spoken to.

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

Elizabeth's hair has finally gotten long enough again to go up in a semblance of a ponytail, and currently that ponytail is home to at least three pens: one black, one blue and one red.

Someone is correcting grammar.

If you don't mind the scattered dossiers on Ancient linguistics strewn across her table, you're more than welcome to come over and say hello.

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Suzi and Elizabeth meet, John and Elizabeth trade stories over coffee.]

unwraith.livejournal.com

Wraith. With alcohol, a gun he's taken apart to diagram and check over, and a Fiend on the seat next to him.
Yup, that's all you get.

Botherable.

unwraith.livejournal.com

Sometime after the trip to Ghostbustin' New York, Michael returns to Milliways...to discover that Bar has no intention of leaving him out of the Halloween costumes.
He'd probably have something to say about it, but he's not in the most talkative circumstances.
But look how much more portable he is!

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

There is a Sheppard is the bar. And for once, he doesn't look cranky or on edge. Instead, he's managed to slouch even more than usual, sprawling in a booth and looking quite pleased with life, the universe, and everything. Every so often he takes a bite from a candy bar-addictive, aren't they?-but for the most part, his attention is on watching the rest of the bar.

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

Elizabeth Weir is in a far better mood than she has been since she found herself bound in Milliways.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's a lovely day outside.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she didn't even think to try the main door today, to go back to her world.

Or maybe it's that she's on her third candy bar.

The options are many; the answers are few.

At any rate, she finds herself a barstool, breaking off a piece of chocolate from her newest bar and popping it into her mouth before ordering a root beer.

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

Before heading upstairs to her room, Elizabeth leaves a note for John, and it's very simple.

John --

I could have sworn today I saw someone that looked like Michael. I'm not sure, though -- could be this place playing with me.

Please be careful.

-- Elizabeth.

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back at the SGC, a plan gets put into action.]

It's John Sheppard that enters first, in full BDUs and poised in a way that he hasn't been since he was recalled from Atlantis -- alert, and ready for anything.

But apparently not for Milliways.

Elizabeth Weir follows, identically dressed but far less poised, a P90 matching John's hitched to her vest. The bar door closes behind them both, and the pair stares at each other with equal parts frustration and despair.

The despair strengthens -- at least for Elizabeth -- when the door disappears behind her.

[OOC: Open for tagging Weir, Sheppard or both. Both are Bound.]

doctor-weir.livejournal.com

Whatever Elizabeth Weir had been expecting before walking out of her apartment door, it certainly wasn't...this.

The door clicks shut behind her and Elizabeth walks forward, bewildered and staring almost agape at everyone she's positive couldn't possibly be real but maybe Sheppard had a point with the whole 'alien hallucination'.

Elizabeth walks just a bit further forward, away from the door and continuing to look around the foreign space.

Still more real than Earth, more like Atl---

That's when Elizabeth's eyes fall to the observation window, and she just stops.

Welcome to Milliways, Elizabeth Weir.

[ooc: If there's a certain SGA pup out there, and you know who you are, plz to ping 'stephmuji' before tagging, if you have the intention of doing so. Otherwise, jump on in!]

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back on Earth, Sheppard calls Weir...or tries to, at least.]

fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com

The door opens, as it so often does. There's light and motion on the other side, and the sound of busy people doing terribly important things.

There is also one man who has the unmistakable bearing of the career military. It is also the undeniably faintly miffed attitude of a military man who has been issued a uniform that looks as if the Ministry of Defence's procurement board went with the same uniform manufacturers who supply dustbin men with their work-wear, although he does a fair job of hiding it.

He gets no further than two steps into the Bar before looking sharply left, then right, then behind him.

"If this is the reason for the station's 'unaccountable power drain', I'm going to be extremely put out," says Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart.

oh-frak-me.livejournal.com

*Kara Thrace is in the bar again, slouched at a table smoking a stogie. A pint of Guinness sits on the table at her elbow and she's shuffling a deck of Triad cards boredly. She's starting to consider going back to Galactica, regardless of the consequences*

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard is no stranger to ~~fleeing~~ engaging in a strategic retreat, particularly when it comes to first contact meetings gone awry. Some days, they happen with alarming frequency.

Judging from the way he comes bolting into the bar, today is one of those days.

He skids to a halt, blinking as he realizes he's quite literally out of the woods-then turns to see where the rest of the team is. Unfortunately, they're not behind him-and neither is the door. There's only one response in this sort of situation, really.

"Dammit!"

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

"...Huh."

From the looks of things, Sheppard was expecting to go golfing-or at least knock a few into the ocean. Also from the look of things, he wasn't expecting to find Milliways instead. After a moment, he shrugs to himself and wanders into the bar, dragging his bag of clubs along with him. After all, he hasn't tried golfing out near the lake yet, and it might be nice to actually be able to retrieve what he hits for once.

Sheppard sits down at a booth, ordering a beer from a waitrat a moment later and making himself comfortable.