milliways_bar | Entries tagged with joshua donovan

So... she guesses she kind of has a friend now, or at least the makings of one. Which is cool. It's something to focus on other than vengeance on the Empire for her brother's death, anyway, which is definitely healthier because in retrospect that's kind of how supervillains are born, isn't it? And as pissed (and maybe a little bit paranoid) as she was at Araña for getting in the way at first, she's honestly glad it happened now. Not just because Araña seems to have some resources Rikki could use but because she's starting to feel like she has something maybe good in her life again.

Which means it's time for another identity. Rikki should be working on that now because time and school enrollment wait for no one, but it turns out that having been in a teensy-weensy five-day coma after being poisoned - even with the help of a doctor who specializes in weird superhero stuff - makes her feel kind of sort of really cruddy.

But even so, she is absolutely not half-passed out over her PB&J and chips and would be offended by the mere suggestion of it. Because she's an adult (okay, young adult), damn it, she doesn't need a naptime.

claudiometer

Never let it be said that Claudia can't admit when she's in the wrong. To that end, when she comes in she makes a beeline for Bar and leaves a note there.

( for her teenage clone - we mean, Rikki Barnes )

That done, she asks for a drink - getting Heisenberg's Uncertain Drink as punishment for not specifying further, but at least she knows how to handle that - and heads to her Cubefall chair by the fireplace. For some reason, today calls for some light reading.

repositoryBadger is signed on.

claudiometer

Claudia's beginning to suspect that the Lego fortress she's been working on for the last couple days isn't a fortress so much as not-exactly-her-subconscious homesickness. Which does make sense, in a way.

Doesn't exactly make it any less weird, though. She'll be glad to have her mind to herself again after today.

(And she may never admit that this is actually kinda cool.)

femme_a_soldat

It was only a matter of time until Madame Thénardier would discover the television over the bar.

She has no idea what it is, but she can't stop looking at it.

So she's slouched on a bar stool, elbows on the surface of the bar, knitting a child's bonnet in an eye-clawingly screaming-loud canary yellow (another advantage of that miraculous future: artificial dyes!) and staring at the screen, where she sees

People screaming at each other.
Tiny women in tiny dresses spending amounts of money that mean nothing to her on even tinier dresses, and screaming.
People travelling at great velocity in horseless vehicles, and other people screaming.
People selling things while screaming.
Soldiers shooting guns, and civilians screaming.
A typical Bearded Lady like they have at any country fair singing, and a huge hall full of people screaming.
Squid being quiet and changing colour very rapidly.

Madame can't take her eyes off that box.

damncompass

The door opens, and two Donovans walk in, laughing together about something.

Joshua walks up to the bar, and instead of the drink he orders, a napkin appears. "Ah, fuck. Claudia, looks like we're bartending."

Before he can do anything, the specials board changes.

Happy Hour!

Endless Wonder
Crème de cacao swirled with Apple Pucker in a martini glass

Neutralizer Goo
Blue Raspberry mixed with strawberry soda in a lowball.

Half-off Hard Apple Cider or Regular Apple Cider

13% off anything else

Joshua just stares at the board and facepalms. "Really? Alright, then. Guess we're tending, Milliways."

[ooc: In honour of the last episode of their canon last night, have a pair of Donovans. Let us know if you would like one or both of them.

singthesong

A door opens, and a man enters the bar.

He's dressed casually, jeans and a shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and there's a guitar slung across his back. The Balladeer swings it around to his side as he comes to a surprised halt, in an easy practiced motion that looks like instinct.

This isn't entirely unheard of; goodness knows the little piece of existence he calls home isn't especially stable. He's walked out of Maryland, 1865 right into New York, 1901 more times than he can really count. But this is different. He doesn't recognize this, and it doesn't quite seem to belong the way the other places do. There's no music to it.

After a moment of thought, he turns on his heel and opens the door again, just cracking it enough to stick his head through inquisitively. Yep. Everything's still there on the other side, just like he left it. If he went back through and tried the door again, would this place still be here?

Shrugging to himself, the Balladeer shuts the door again and goes to sit at the bar instead. It's not like he was doing anything important anyway - why not?

this_isaturn

There's a Tesla coil set up on the shooting range behind the bar; that in itself isn't unusual.
What is a bit unusual is the person making use of it today. Helena presented David with his own Tesla some time previously - apparently, Claudia had managed to upgrade the charging mechanism, and she thought he deserved the work done on the one he'd shown up with. However, it still did him little good without a charging station, which Claudia finally brought in the other day.

He's not as out of practice as he feared, and being able to fire multiple times is quite handy (would have been useful dealing with the bloody pirates, but what's done is done).

attached_to_his_pinky

Leo was in the lab all night again. This was no surprise. He had fallen asleep but it wasn't too long before he was up and shuffling around again. It was in this stupor that he passed through what he thought was the door out into the main living area. He stopped dead in his tracks. Instead of the apartment, he found himself standing in the middle of a bar. That was when he noticed the view out the window. He was utterly dumbfounded. He found his vocal cords wouldn't produce sound as he was too busy watching the universe destroy itself over and over and over again. Fitz, welcome to Milliway's.

damncompass

[OOM: Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end

In which Joshua experiences what could have been]

lambs_become_lions

Robin's been around the place quietly, letting himself get better, finding out how the bar works. He's always been independent, so preferred to work it out himself rather than ask for guidance. You never know who to trust, or who might have an agenda that'll be helped by feeding people the wrong information.

Now, he's almost ready to go home. There'll be questions about how he healed in time to face the battle to take Acre, but he feels no need to explain himself. In the end, the only thing that'll matter is whether he can shoot. So he's out on the archery range today, putting arrow after arrow into the centre of the most difficult targets. When that gets too boring, he heads into the forest to shoot things that move.

Come evening, he'll be in the bar itself, availing himself of the abundance of food and ale it offers. He's going to re-fletch his arrows, and then he'll be gone.

Botherable in any location.

[OOC: Slowtiming for sleep! Will pick everything up tomorrow. <3]

claudiometer

[OOM, Millitimed to the evening after this:

so much has changed
so much has happened these years

In-bar thread still in progress.]

witchfinder_general

The weather has been bad lately, appropriate for the season, but not conducive to religious ceremonies. Today would have been the day for blessing the foundation stone for Javert's church, but when Father Harman went out to check the progress a few days ago, he found not only Javert but Valjean, camping out in the mud, not quite as done as Javert thought he'd be.

The atmosphere out there had been tense, not calm, but perfectly polite, so Father Harman blithely ignored whatever must have been happening to bring the former adversaries to this uneasy truce. They would likely tell him in time, anyway. For now, they civilly agreed to postpone by two days.

Today, after checking again that the new date would in fact still be feasible, Father Harman comes back in from a drizzly outside, rather wet despite the umbrella he's carrying and the large wellie boots he's wearing (which he leaves by the back door, as they're caked with an impressive amount of mud from Javert's building site), and puts up a notice:

re. Blessing of Foundation Stone for Church -- Postponement of Ceremony
To everybody who was going to come to the laying of the foundation stone for the church being built in the forest, please note that the ceremony has been postponed by two days due to inclement weather. The new date for it is Friday, April 4th, at the same time and, naturally, in the same place.

With apologies for the inconvenience,
Fr. P. Harman, SJ

Then, he gets rid of the wet umbrella as well, takes off his damp coat, and sits by the fireplace in shirtsleeves, drinking hot tea to get warm again while drying out.

for_good_taste

The gentleman who has stopped just inside the Front Door is partially concealed behind a dolly-cart, stacked high with cardboard file boxes. He has probably just stepped out of some sort of archive. He's staring up at the Observation Window; someone should probably snap him out of it. Or yell at him for blocking the door, perhaps.

Bar, meet Sasha Nein! Insta-slowtime very likely, as the mun is at work; however, open until it falls off the bottom!

damncompass

There's a resounding crash coming from the ceiling, and Joshua falls into the bar from above, followed by a candlestick, a wrench, a lead pipe, a knife, a coil of rope, and a revolver.

"Fuck! Of course it's the contents of the Clue shelf." He looks up to the ceiling, once he regains his composure. "A little goo, please? Pete? Steve? Anyone?" There's an electrical snicker, before some purple goo drops on his head, along with a shower of silver bags, and the ceiling goes back to normal.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Joshua sits in the puddle, trying to shove the things into the bags before anyone gets killed. Eventually he'll notice his hair is purple.

this_isaturn

David is at a table, with a book. (The Time Machine is comfort reading for him, OKAY. And it certainly doesn't hurt that he took advantage of Christmas to get himself a properly bound copy of Helena's first draft. It's much improved without all that pesky socialist drivel weighing it down.)
He can be interrupted, if one is so led.

damncompass

[OOM: Remember the time when we stole the whole day?
And nobody knows it, we took it away,
And it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours
Now we own the night, and it can't be undone,
We'll never forget how it feels to be young,
Cause it will be forever mine,
And it will be forever yours

In which Claudia has a birthday]

damncompass

The door flies open, and Helena tumbles through it, righting herself and pointing a Tesla back through the door. "Do you have it or not, Joshua?"

"I've got it." A couple seconds later, Joshua runs through the door wearing gloves and stashing what looks suspiciously like a coffee mug in a static bag with a flash. "Well, that was not at all what I'd intended to be doing today." He runs a hand through his hair while Helena stands up and laughs.

"Well, we were on a snag, darling." She goes to Bar while Joshua stashes the bag in his shoulder bag. "Gin and tonic and beer, Bar, darling."

The pair take a couple stools at the Bar and have a conversation.

[ooc: Two character post! Tag one, or tag both. Just let me know!]

witchfinder_general

Father Harman has not yet gone home, as he is still missing his gun; so he has been spending his day in the library once again.

But when he comes downstairs, the bar is slightly more colourful and rowdy than usual; and as he steps off the stairs and puts his foot into the bar proper, what he is wearing changes.

Instead of his usual black, priest-like civilian clothes, he finds himself in a leather cuirass, a long red cape, a helmet with a huge red feather bush and a dark furry cape around the shoulder, sandals, greaves, and an embarrassingly complete and utter lack of any trousers whatsoever.

Groaning involuntarily, he sinks into the nearest chair and pulls his cape all around himself. In a while, he will decide whether to dare approach the bar, or simply take himself back upstairs. He has taken worse hits to his dignity than the sillly Roman general costume -- but then, at least, it had some sort of purpose.

This is just the bar poking fun at him.-

damncompass

When Joshua comes into the bar today, everything about him changes. Startled, he looks down, stares, then walks back through the door.

After a few minutes, he returns, only to be greeted by the same change in himself. "Ok, what by the gods is going on?" His voice has changed as well, to one used to command.

[ooc: I'll be in and out until about five-thirty and then back solidly, but I had to be mean to him. Post open forever.]

addicted_to_the_knife

It's been a typical day for Amber--roll out of bed sometime after noon, go do some ZSN publicity event for Daddy, get a lecture from Daddy afterward, go out and find Graverobber... a little Z, a little nip, a little tuck, and voila! Brand new Amber.

Today, she'd gotten her legs lengthened: half an inch above and another half-inch below the knee. She'd wanted more, but that's all they would do, even for her. Her boots come up high enough to hide the bandages; Daddy probably won't find out about it until he gets the bill, and by then, she'll have had it done again.

All of which is to explain why, when she arrives in the bar tonight, she either doesn't notice or doesn't care that it's not her room at home. She just settles into a chair by the fire, and puts her feet up. The world can sort itself out later; she's not putting the effort in.

There is one concern, though. "Hey, where the fuck did my eunuchs go? I didn't say you could leave." Not angry, just... puzzled.

This happens.

damncompass

There's an intense flash of white light by the door, followed by a twinkling of shiny gold. Out of the flash steps Joshua, surprised, with a huge grin on his face. "Holy Mother of God, it worked?!" The grin never leaving his face, he goes over to Bar, grabs a beer, and claims a table with a book that appears out of his bag.

He's probably in for it if his sister sees, but hey. It worked.

rexque_futurus

It's one of those days.

Allie's a generally pretty upbeat girl, but she's as susceptible to the need to curl up in bed with a gallon of ice cream and a blanket as anyone (not that she has the former, because the cherry on top of her day would be making herself sick with too much ice cream). Like when she completely forgets an assignment that was due today, tears the Avalon High sweatshirt Will lent her in a way that is beyond her meager ability to fix, and caps it off by straining her ankle on a daily run.

So she's taken over that traditional refuge of the forlorn and cold, one of the comfy chairs near the fire. At first, she was kinda fascinated by the fish in the fire, but her interest devolved quickly into staring at it blankly and wondering how she's supposed to fix the world if she can't even fix this day.

damncompass

[OOM: It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all

I’m never going back,
The past is in the past

In which Joshua might finally let it go.]

k_in_black

A man in a black suit steps halfway through the Door, and actually smiles, just a little. He closes the Door, and heads for Bar--when his phone rings. He sighs and answers it.

"Agent K. Yes, Chief. I've been here for all of 2.6 seconds. Is this call really worth the 64 petajoules a secon--?"

"--Where? I'm here... No, HERE here. Looks like the Landlord wants us around agai--."

Agent K jerks the phone away as a sudden burst of rage and fury erupts over the phone, loud enough to hear from several yards off.

K waits for the roars to die down and then puts the phone back to his ear. "Yup. I'll let Him know that if I see Him. K out."

K has a half-smile again--for a different reason now--as he walks the rest of the way to Bar, but it evaporates at the sight of a certain psychiatrist sitting there, who also hasn't been around lately.

Malcolm Crowe doesn't look any happier to see K. "Figures. Back down here in who knows how long, and the first face I recognize would be you."

A glass of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon is waiting for K as he sits. "Still haven't found a house that'll let you haunt it?"

"I might belong in a mortuary, but at least I don't go around looking like it."

"Never could figure out why Peter and Ray never got around to you."

Malcolm mutters, "Never a Middleman around when you need one."

[Pick one! I'd say thread both, but they're irritated enough at having to share a post. Random, cross-thread snark is, however, a definite possibility.]

[Update: Limited tagging happening on Tuesday but will be back at it on Wednesday, so feel free to tag.]

witchfinder_general

A tall man of indeterminate middle age, dressed all in black and looking vaguely priest-like, walks in through the door and looks around with a polite but barely concealed astonishment.

"Excuse me?" he asks the nearest person he can see, who is apparently not somebody he expected.

In fact, Father Harman had gone to a supply closet to get binder clips. This noisy place is not supposed to be there. If a cafeteria was to be added on their floor of offices and labs, he would have been consulted.

Or should have.

Also, he has work to do.