milliways_bar | Entries tagged with jools

“Oh, come on! A bloody Redshirt?”

There appears to be a Star Trek convention in the bar. Oh, no. Wait. It’s just Halloween, isn't it?

Tim has just walked in, and is not very thrilled at his costume choice. “Can’t I be like, Spock, or someone who doesn’t die all the time?”

Gus is nearby, also wearing a red shirt. Like Tim, he’s been around long enough to be used to this sort of behaviour from the bar, but it also doesn’t mean he approves. He’s over at the bar, wearing a jacket he found carelessly left behind at a booth.

Okay, so he might have stolen it, but he’ll probably give it back if you ask him. Or threaten to call security on him.

Nicholas is still fairly new, so the whole surprise!red shirt has rather annoyed him. After discovering that his door is gone again, he’s up at the Bar, arguing why he should be allowed his regular clothes back. Bar isn’t listening.

Jools hasn’t even noticed his wardrobe change. He’s over by the back door with an electric bass guitar, and is trying to work out some of the basic fingering positions from a book. Every now and then, he gets bored of trying to remember what note that dot on the page is meant to represent, and starts just going off a bit more freestyle. Apparently, he doesn’t have to know what the things on the page mean to know how to play decent music.

[ooc: Four pups, none of whom get the joke that’s been inflicted upon them. Tim and Gus might, if someone feels brave enough to try to explain it, though.

This is also as far as the canon-puncture will go. Because Tim knows that if he doesn't behave, I'll do something horrible to him as punishment. And Gus, while familiar with Star Trek, is just too indifferent to care about this sort of thing.]

diced_tartan

Harold is working with a book he got from the Bar. He has to get through this one and learn all of the notes and how to read them on paper before he can start going through the sheet music Alba gave him.

Teller’s found a box of crayons, and is using them to decorate one of the tables. He’s drawing various monsters and dragons on the surface, most of them eating other dragons and monsters.

Nicholas is outside today, despite the turning weather. He’s in a relatively good mood (as far as good moods and Nicholas Angel go, anyway), and is idly wandering around the grounds, trying to avoid any overly-muddy patches.

Tim is, in theory, working. He’s back by the fire place with his sketchbook and a by now ice cold cup of tea. In practise, he’s asleep. Feel free to wake him if his snoring gets too loud.

Gus is over at a table with Jools. He seems to be trying to teach Jools some new card game. Moreover, he seems to be winning. Anyone watching might not be particularly surprised.

Fake Tags: Alba DeTamble, Harold Chasen, Teller

ohnoitsjools

Jools is under a table, over by the Observation Window. He's not quite sure what he's looking at, but he's determined to figure it out.

Harold has his banjo today. He's been practising with it a lot lately, and is starting to get quite skilled with it. He's not sure if he can really call himself talented, though, as he doesn't feel too terribly creative with it. Maybe that will come later.

Gus is over by the bar with a deck of cards. He could be sulking, or that might just be how he looks all the time. Someone may want to take his cards away before he does something stupid. Or uses them to try to take all your money.

Tim's over by the fire place with his sketchbook, working on roughs and concepts for a comic adaptation of Werewolf Women of the SS.

[ooc: Last link NSFW, as it is a Rob Zombie Grindhouse trailer.]

ohnoitsjools

Here is Jools. He's over by the stairs, with his guitar.

He's by the stairs because someone put it into his head that going near the Bar will make him quite ill.

Not wanting to go near the Bar is rather vague, so he just hasn't bothered with coming more than about three or four paces from the stairs for a few days. Of course, it means he hasn't been home for that same amount of time.

the_gene_genie

Gene had stayed here last night in order to get this over with - as much as he'd like to put it off a week and let Gus stay without his voice for that long, it probably wouldn't be that fair, seeing as he doesn't know when he'll be back. So he comes down earlier than he normally would on a weekend, eats an enormous fry-up and then takes his place behind the bar.

SPECIALS

Bugger off. I'm only doing this to punish a bastard. Prove you're not one and you might get half off.

To be honest, he doesn't mind doing this. It's quite fun and he gets to spend the day drinking, sometimes for free.

'Come an' get it, then.'

[Not-celled!tag: Gene Hunt
Dr.!tag: Edward Dalton
Half-pint DI!tag: Alex Drake]

[OOC: If this steps on anyone else's shift, I'll take it down. I have checked as much as I'm able. ~~Open until 2am tonight GMT, some slowtime likely this evening~~. Closing in on 3am and I'm out for the night. I LOVE YOU ALL! Thanks for tagging, I'll pick up everything tomorow. Thanks all! <3!]

ohnoitsjools

Jools is back in the bar for the first time since the fire. He's pretty sure no one knows that he was the one who started it, but he's still worried that someone will find out.

So right now, he's hiding under a table. He might come out eventually. Or you might sit down and find someone in your way on the floor.

guppy_sandhu

As of this unexpected kitchen incident, the smoke alarms in the kitchen have just gone off.

So if you're sitting in the main bar right now, there's a loud alarm, and the sprinklers are pouring water over your head.

(Oops...)

[ooc: Guppy and Jools are still in the kitchen fixing this, so this is primarily for anyone who wants to react to it. Guppy-mun is going to bed and can pick up tags in the morning if required, but Jools-mun will be around for a bit. Otherwise treat this as a party post style :)]

ohnoitsjools

Shortly after this, Jools has found his way to the kitchen. He'll be learning to make a proper lunch today, and he's quite excited about it.

He's not been allowed in a kitchen for quite some time, but he's been assured that nothing bad will happen.

ohnoitsjools

[OOM: Business as usual.]

Jools is in the bar. By the fireplace. Asleep on the sofa.

His mud-encrusted trainers are sitting on the coffee table, and a large, filthy backpack on a nearby chair.

Feel free to wake him up if he's in your way. Or snoring too loudly.

More Tags: Naruto Uzumaki

pickyourmoments

[OOM: Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’]

Warnings for language, violence, and life.

Tiny Tags: Teller, Harold Chasen

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

Data is sitting in one of the booths today. He's chosen one that's next to where there tends to be a lot of traffic, but whether this was intentional or not is anyone's guess.

He has his tricorder with him. It seems to be acting up. He frowns at it, shaking his head every now and then. It was not doing this last time.

He would appreciate any theories as to why he might be getting such strange readings.

(It could be anything, really.)

[OOC: Open to anyone, for 24 hours. ^_^ Threads may be subject to being dropped within the next day or so, as I will be rather busy this weekend. This is, of course, open for discussion—I'll be happy to slowtime any threads if anyone wants to, but please let me know.

This might apply to other threads I currently have going as well. Don't know when I'll be able to play really seriously again; it might be a couple of weeks.]

birdinherlocker.livejournal.com

A tall, blonde, pretty cheerleader walks into the bar, immaculate red-and-white uniform not even a hair askew.

And she stops.

... Quinn?

Santana?

"Uh-oh."

[ooc: This is Brittany from early season one of Glee, around episode two or so. Incredibly decontextualized spoilers through the season finale in the icons!

eta: YOU'RE ALL INSANE! Gonna request no more new threads for the moment, I might open it up again later.]

bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com

The door opens into the captain's cabin of the Black Pearl and Barbossa, a wry little smirk on his face, strides in with the nonchalance of someone who's not a stranger to passing between worlds.

He looks around and nods once, satisfied, then heads towards the bar. As much as he loves the Pearl, sometimes a man needs a quiet place to think and plot, and having missed Cubefall by a few hours that's exactly what he gets. Thus he can be seen in a booth, taking measurements from a set of ancient navigational charts and comparing them to a small leather-bound book that rests close to him on the table.

That is, until some other patron decides to drop by and bother him.

Boromir son of Denethor has hardly been aware of Cubefall arriving and passing. Yes, the tables and chairs seem to have undergone some sort of... Structural rearranging, and some patrons are even stranger than the usual. All of that he would probably notice if his attention wasn't caught by something else.

Sitting near the fireplace, the book held in his hands and quite close to his face, Boromir's reading is dangerously approaching the end of "The Fellowship of the Ring". He could use some distraction before he gets a stroke from all the accumulated stress.

Tarik walks in from the lakeside, rifle slung from his shoulder and sword sheathed at his side. His ballistic jacket is zipped up and his red tagelmust wrapped around his head.

He stops by the Bar and leans down to mutter a few questions, the answers appearing on the usual napkin form. After that he smiles and bows his head politely, then he types the instructions for a money transfer from his own accounts to the Joe Manco fund on the keyboard of his wrist-mounted comlog. "Thank you, I hope that is enough."

Zakat thus satisfied, he heads for the door, stopping to take a look around at Milliways and shake his head one last time before crossing back into his own world.

Time to go back to Paradiso. Back to war.

scots_wolf

Urquhart is curled up on a big easy chair not far from the fireplace.

Being a wolf for three days and three nights has taken everything out of him. He couldn't kill anything right now, not even a fly.

Still, he misses the simplicity of it.

Being himself again seems unfamiliar. He is thinking more, and feeling so much less...

morethanprops

When a door to Milliways appears as Moist is heading outside to start his day, he debates going through it. After a moment's thought, he walks through and grabs a coffee, his three piece suit isn't fully put together just yet.

His waistcoat isn't buttoned, but he lets that go as he drinks his coffee and considers the Bar. Cubefall was a rather unusual holiday and it was strange to be around so many wolves who acted like dogs.

Tiny tag with an assumed name: Moist von Lipwig

yosafbridge

A very ruffled, very rumpled Saffron lounges on a couch, cradling a half-full G&T and occasionally cursing her body.

She's sore all over, for one. Sore and tired and oddly, strangely full (though she has a feeling she knows exactly what caused all of her side effects in the aftermath of her change back).

She takes a moment, looks at the contents still resting in her drink, and then proceeds to down the rest in one go.

"Gāoyáng zhōng de gūyáng, what I wouldn't give for a massage right about now," she mutters to herself.

[ tiny tag: moist von lipwig ]

scots_wolf

It is dark already, and even though it's not the full moon, there are wolves outside.

Real wolves, and maybe temporary wolves.

There are howls on the night air, and glowing eyes reflecting the starlight.

A big black wolf is running near the water's edge, chasing something.

Strong and free and happy, caught up in the hunt.

[[OOC: Open to all the wolves and other creatures of Cubefall, and anybody who wants to meet them. One last night of frolicking before everyone is changed back. Threadhopping very much encouraged!]]

will_scarlett

Will has always liked Cubefall and last night, he saw Kate flying around in birdform. At that point he hadn't decided which form he was going to choose, but he did today. So when his choices appear and he smiles, some day, he'll try being a woman, but for now he's a fox.

After he makes the choice, he yips and jumps down from the stool to run around the Bar and head out into the forest. The world is so big and full of wonderful smells when he's this shape.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls, catch him inside or outside.)

ohnoitsjools

Jools is camped out under a table with his guitar (don't worry, it's the accoustic one; it only took Jools twice to figure out that people don't like when his amp shorts out). When he's not got a gob full of chips, he's busy working on a new song.

Those from near Jools' time may notice that it sounds suspiciously like he's just re-writing the lyrics to House of the Rising Sun, however.

There's a very frazzled Tim outside. Officially, he's working on a new graphic novel cover. Something with zombies, and a lot of gore. He came to Milliways today to get away from Daisy for a bit. Apparently, there is no correct answer to the question, "do these trousers make me look fat?" Granted, he could have been a bit more tactful than to respond, "No, but your arse does."

In actuality, he's napping. He's plugged into one of those iPod things, with his sketchbook lying forgotten on the ground.

At the bar, Gus is trading back and forth between a bowl of ice cream and a deck of cards. He can almost manage the shuffle them. But they don't go spraying all over the place every time he tries, so there's promise yet.

He's never been one for quiet living, and it's starting to drive him a little nuts. It's a strange day when he finds himself going to Milliways because he wants some normality in his life.

_{Three pups, one mun. Choose your brand of crazy in your tag, or I'll choose for you.

Tiny musical tag: Jools, Tiny crook tag: Moist}

withathought.livejournal.com

'Oh, cool.'

It's been so long since he came here, he was beginning to think he imagined it. And his parents wont let him play outside when they're not home - but here, well. What they don't know won't hurt them.

So there's an eight year old boy, kicking a soccer ball on the grass outside and tearing around like a mad thing. He'll probably stop for breath - or a milkshake - at some point, if anyone wants to say hi.

[Tiny boy!tag: Jesse Turner]

guppy_sandhu

Over in one corner of the bar, Guppy and his young son Alex are building a fort out of cardboard boxes. Guppy is doing most of the building, and Alex is decorating with his crayons.

It's big enough for someone else to get in, if anyone wants to join in and they're fairly small.

ohnoitsjools

Jools is back in the Bar, with his guitar (an acoustic one this time; the electric one stopped working after the amp shorted last time).

He's making up a song as he goes along. The song sounds suspiciously like Mr Tambourine Man, if you listen close enough.

Come say hello?

Fake!Tag: Jools

hear_the_voices

Anna has cake.

This is good.

Anna has a book entitled Fifty Nifty Science Fair Projects.

This is also good.

Anna has a pad for taking notes and writing down Ideas.

This, too, good.

Anna has forgotten to get a pencil.

This is . . . not good.

helpful-squid.livejournal.com

Hm. Apparently the door back and forth between the Spark In Darkness and the Bar only works when there is no one else within line-of-sight on Vergil's side. It's tried several times now to demonstrate the phenomenon for the ONI human, and the door has refused to appear on cue. It wasn't until the Huragok thought to snatch up a bottle of some sort of green, fizzy, faintly opalescent beverage from the Bar and bring it back that the human was willing to believe some form of dimensional aberration might be going on. Vergil has been asked to gather as much information as it can and bring it back when possible.

In practical terms, that translates into 'Spend plenty of time there so that you don't get bored or lost or hurt on the ship', so there's a six-foot, faintly glowing purple-pinkish alien squid creature hovering over one of the tables, entertaining itself with the components of a very large stereo speaker. Apologies in advance if any of the parts roll away and get underfoot.

[tinytag: Vergil the Huragok, Jools]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is tucked in one corner of the bar, knitting a blanket for a small person. Not his small person on this occasion; it'll be a gift for Mia's baby.

The task is helping to keep his mind occupied and not stressed, but he's still keeping a close eye on the room. And he has his sign up, just in case.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in

Company welcome, even if it's just to mock his knitting abilities.