milliways_bar | Entries tagged with joris

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For this visit, Joris hardly looks (or acts) as if he is playing hooky as he enters in through the front door. He and Konstam just finished up a job, and while Konstam gets to deal with all the official paperwork and reports, Joris is free to walk the Bounds and pay a visit to the End of the Universe. (Sometimes it is nice to be the trainee and have a limit on your responsibilities!) Of course, Joris' first priority here at Milliways is not getting a drink- as soon as the teen arrives, (quickly turning off the scanner in his hands), he is looking around the room to see if he spots any of his friends here.

Even post-job, his white uniform is spotless and in near-pristine condition. (But that is the magic of canon.) As for the young demon hunter, his hair is still damp from the shower he just took. That covers 'spotless'. As for 'one piece', he's fine, though there are a couple of butterfly-bandages on his left temple. They go with the just-starting bruise on the accompanying cheekbone- but that's the job, and you should see the other ~~guy~~ demon.

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Well, look who it is.

Joris enters Milliways with the faintly guilty air of someone possibly playing hooky. Maybe only possibly, though- he is still wearing his white demon-hunting vest, pockets loaded with ~supplies~, but it isn't being worn over the rest of his uniform. Instead, he's wearing a t-shirt with a movie logo, jeans, and sneakers.

Alright, maybe it isn't so much 'playing hooky', as 'Konstam is busy' and Joris needs someone to explain something to him. Or why else would you explain the very baffled look on his face?

He's just stumbled upon the frustrating mysteries of the opposite sex, and like most people, has come to a bar to find his answers.

... Thankfully he's too young to even be thinking of turning to hard drink.

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"Oooh, the weather outside is frightful . . ."

Epimetheus shakes snow out of his hair as he comes through the door and heads for the bar. (Sorry if he catches you with a few flakes.)

"But ba dum dah dum delightful . . . Bar, darlin', Irish coffee if you please, extra whipped cream."

She supplies; he settles onto a stool, still humming, and takes a contented sip.

[tinytag: kali]

walking_napalm

In stark contrast to the last several times that she has entered the bar, Liz today is not dressed in tatters, she's not wearing a gun, and she's not staggering. It makes for a nice change, she thinks.

She's taking up a pretty good amount of the sofa, especially for someone of her (non) height. She sits with her back against the armrest and her knees pulled up, engrossed in a battered copy of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd that looks like it has seen better days. Her oversized sweater's sleeves cover her hands right up to the tips of her fingers, which is useful for turning pages.

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All the times before when Joris has arrived at Milliways, he's usually been right in the middle of some sort of fight or other situation. The door here has more than likely saved his life no few times by appearing right as needed- even if he never looked for it.

This time is different.

This time, Joris slips through the front door into Milliways, and closes it behind him with a relieved sigh. He doesn't look like he was in the middle of any sort of fight, as for once, the young teen is not in his white uniform*, but simply in jeans and a t-shirt. But he certainly looks happier to be in Milliways than he ever has before.

Hey, Joris has dealt with demons. He knows what to do when confronted by them- at least, for the most part..

However, he has no clue on how to deal with a bridezilla in the making. And sometimes, a quick retreat is the smartest move anyone can make, particularly if you gave said bridezilla the answer she was not looking for.

"... but they're both red." He simply states, still baffled.

*'Not in uniform' does not mean unarmed, or unprepared.

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[OOM: Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas! Have we got a show for you tonight...

After meeting up in the bar, Coyote brings her teams into her world, and the curtain goes up.

Team Distraction goes in first, bringing style, chaos, and murder along with them.

They're followed by Team Bait, the heavy hitters who carry enough ordnance to bring down the house.

And last but not least, Team Rescue, who delve into the back rooms of the Babylon Casino, in search of a ~~maiden~~ capable woman in somewhat less distress than you'd think...

So, where has Coyote been during all of this? Good question.

(Of course, no good show is complete without an epilogue.)

The End?]

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Not so long after she just left, Coyote darts back into the bar. This time, she's wearing an eye-catchingly red dress, heels, and what might be product in her hair.

She hopes everyone got the memo about the dress code. This will get interesting pretty quickly, if not. Glancing around the bar for her ~~victims~~ volunteers, Coyote waits impatiently.

[OOC: Also plotlocked!]

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Some long time after all of this-
Konstam went with Vanessa and Adam to ask their parents for Vanessa's hand in marriage, leaving Joris to escort X back to Milliways. This happened with a quick side trip to Khan Valley for a new scanner, but then it was back along the Bounds to the End of the Universe. And after all of that happening, rather than making his way back Home, Joris just crashed in a room last night.

And as for today- Joris knows he should be making his way back home.

(Just the idea that he now can, after being a Homeward Bounder, is rather awesome.)

But it has been quite a while since Joris has been here when things have not been going horribly wrong, so if he takes a bit of time today before he starts off for home-

It should be perfectly alright, yes?

So, the young teenager in a white suit is sprawled on one of the couches, having finished a large breakfast, and if he seems to be treating today as a Single Day of Vacation-

Well, after recent events, even Konstam would not blame him.

[Apprentice tag: Joris]
[Hurrah canon being done!]

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Alright, so even with both Helen's and Jamie's warning when they arrived, Joris did try the door.

Thankfully, (for them, and him- even if he hardly think so!), it resolutely did NOT open. Joris is understandably less than pleased with this matter, in only the way a teenager can be.

Tonight, he can be found sitting at a table with a good view of both the front door and the stairs, with what is left of his dinner sitting in front of him. This trip to Milliways is far less enjoyable, given that there is something far, far worse than demon-controlled rats keeping him from going home.

[Apprentice tag: Joris, Catherine Bloom]

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Coyote is lurking by the fireplace. It's banked low because the evenings are getting ever warmer, but she doesn't seem to care. She's watching the coals intently, barely even blinking when sparks crackle up the chimney.

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[OOM: No one ever said that being a mother was easy... Millitimed to a few nights ago]

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You know that nice feeling you get? When you get a mug of hot tea and take a deep breath and get that warm, pepper-minty taste?

Random's just sitting in a booth, not bothering with drinking his tea just yet, just enjoying it. He'll get to it eventually. Don't rush him.

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Yesterday, or last week, depending entirely on where you're from and your sense of time, there was a wedding on the planet of Antar, between King Max Zan Evans and now-Queen Faith Lehane.

Thanks to various local methods of entrance and also Michael the Milliways chauffer, many many people showed up. They mingled, too.

Then, there was an Actual Official Genuine Wedding. Thanks to Random Lyrae Dent and Havelock Vetinari, it was a lot more amusing than anybody expected. (Thanks to Liam Pace, the boquet-throwing got pretty interesting too.)

After Max and Faith left, there was more mingling! Complete with several reunions from sticky political situations earlier this your-choice-of-timeframe. People are, in fact, still mingling in slowtime. (Actually, people might be showing up in slowtime, too.)

Nobody specifically asked for gifts, but some were left anyway.

Gifts might also still be being left in slowtime, as a matter of fact.

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Bianca is not a woman who gets angry easily, and when she is she rarely shows it.

This would be one of those rare occasions. Tom had told her about Arithon, and she had almost flown to the infirmary to see him. And now she was in the bar, hands trembling with anger though her face is a carefully blank, demure mask.

However, the way that her lovely opal blue eyes are flashing should be a warning that not all is well with the vampire-turned-princess.

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Out Of Milliways: Suite 132

[Alanna and Thom's Surprise Birthday Party!*

Some slowtimes still in effect. Highlights (compiled by various sources) include but are not limited to: the naming of Alanna's breasts, Thom and an urchin, mini-wiener shenanigans, a wedgie for Meg, a Timelord's problem with goldfish, a knight-ninja tango, and gushy Twins inna hot tub.

*Disclaimer: Arithon thread contained within. This is not the Arithon thread you are looking for. The Arithon thread you are looking for undoubtedly took place before yesterday's OOM and was remarkably similar, save all mentions of London and leather pants.]

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Well here's a face that hasn't been seen often.

It's that wedding plan stuff.

But she has a couple of people to ask small favors of - well, a couple of people and one certain vampire - so here's Faith, with coffee and a small, secretive smile.

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There is something rather calming about playing the piano, or instruments similar. She used to play the Virginal a lot when she was a courtesan, but alas Milliways just has a piano and so Bianca must make do.

She's playing something old, centuries old, but it's something quiet and simple.

Calming.

Well, you try playing something loud and dramatic when you are eight months pregnant. The baby will Not Approve, or else approve all too much.

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Nynaeve glides briskly down the stairs, pausing at the bar only long enough to obtain a pot of tea.

She settles at a table with a reasonably decent vantage point, sipping her tea and studying the other patrons.

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Arithon s'Ffalenn is in the bar.

Forgive him if he does not stand, he can not at current time.

This is because there is very little left of him.

By "very little", we mean that every ounce of fat, and much of his muscle, has been burned away. No beguiling slenderness, no attractive and lithe form, but nearly a walking skeleton covered in flesh like darkened and dried leather that barely manages to strain across his joints.

The eyes are the same, of course, and his hair.

He's curled up in a chair, one of the soft ones, with a cup of broth and a jug of water, watching the fire as it burns.

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Between being torn between wanting to make everything better for Ramon and wanting to castrate him, then neglecting utterly to get any sleep, finding a baby sitter for his son and making sure his lover had everything he needs and wasn't planning on waking up any time soon, Random found a bit of time to step into the bar for a breath of air and a drink.

If he's muttering profane and biologically unlikely things, then so be it.

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She's been around. It's just an optical illusion if you haven't seen her.

Satine. Red dress. Plate of something called panang curry, which the mun is certainly not enjoying at this very moment.

Hello.

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Tom was out by the lake earlier today, preparing for the birthday ball. He'd been most disturbed to discover scorched earth and the lingering traces of wild magic - disturbed, wild magic - near the site he'd planned.

Not to be defeated, he'd simply moved to the opposite side of the lake. The walkway from the bar to the enchanted canvas tent enclosing the ballroom would simply need to be extended. He did decide to stop by Security on his way back to the House to get ready.

And now the time had come for Ingress's Princess Birthday Ball. Guests are received by the birthday girl and her co-hostess, Princess Amy.

Guests are mingling at the tables stacked high with delicious party treats or at the smaller circular tables arranged in clusters for viewing the dance floor, where the birthday girl is dancing the night away, along with the rest of her beautifully-dressed guests.

Do come join the fun. Everyone's invited.

(Except Blodwen Rowlands, of course.)

OOC: If you tag Amy or Ingress and we don't answer for a bit, we will as soon as we can.

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Richard's at the bar with a pint of lager and a distinct lack of children. He's leaning back on the barstool and toying with a red ring on his thumb.

{ooc: Must get some sleep now. Slowtime is love. ^_^ G'night!}

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Bianca didn't normally sit in the couches at Milliways, but that was before she was pregnant. Today you can find her by the fire, tanned and with her blonde hair a bit lighter then before, absently drinking some tea.

And thinking.

She...really wouldn't mind distraction, though.

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A ghetto blaster clicks into life behind the bar, pumping funky music out of its speakers (shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah). Somewhere up in the rafters, a mirror ball starts spinning. Soft glittery lights strobe across the hardwood floor (show 'em how we do it now, show 'em how we do it now). A cloud of dry ice smoke jets out of a little box at one end of the bar (let's show the world we can dance).

And finally, the smoke clears to reveal Indy and Mike striking Saturday Night Fever poses behind the counter. They are both sporting polyester leisure suits, in plaid tan and orange respectively. There are shirt-like jackets halfway unbuttoned, with dagger-necked collars that could put an eye out if you get too close. There are medallions dangling over exposed chests—Sethan al'Asan for Indy, and something more bulky out of the Mr T collection for Mike. There are horrifically flared pants. And there are two huge afro wigs; black and ginger.

They both look happy as they start to go about their business. Indy has no visible wounds anymore, and Mike's shoulder seems to be working without pain as he chalks up the specials:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Disco Lemonade
Big Booty Shake
Shake That Ass

- Shake your stuff for us and get half-price drinks -

They strut and jive around the bar area as they prepare to open up, bouncing hips as they pass, and pulling off some other silly dance moves. Indy learnt a few when dancing with Lilly at the Tonks-Wrangle wedding. Mike? God knows where he picks these things up from. Eventually, they repair to their usual ends of the bar and start taking orders.

Indy gets things underway with an announcement. "Welcome to Happy Hour, guys and gals. Tonight is a Seventies disco theme combo deal."

To which Mike adds, "do you want fly with that?"