milliways_bar | Entries tagged with kate barlow

[oom: The Sandhus hit the Holby South Inter School Chess Tournament. Fry makes peace with a mortal enemy.]

It looks like getting a lovely new chess set from Kate for Christmas was helpful to Fry. At least this is evidenced by the fact that he is sitting in the bar with his shiny tournament trophy.

He looks very content right now. And has the chess set out if anyone else wants a match.

gavin62truck

As much as he tried to convince himself that he wasn't getting sick, Tommy wasn't immune to that weird flu that's been going around after all.

Because now his name isn't Tommy. It's Wayne.

And after several days of not shaving in his flu-ridden delirium, he decided to give himself a mustache.

"Aw, c'mon, Miss Bar," he says, his usually rapid New York City bark replaced with a slow, Midwestern drawl. "You can't deny a fella just one sip of whiskey, now can you?"

A napkin appears. Yes, she can. Because of reasons.

Wayne sighs. Deeply, and sadly. Almost depressive, defeated. His shoulders hunched over, he slouches on a bar stool and lights a cigarette with tremulous fingers.

And yes, he's wearing a straw cowboy hat.

[OOC: Probably one of the last victims of the IMDb flu! Tommy is now Wayne from a movie called Jesus' Son.]

gavin62truck

[ OOM: Following Kate's return -

I spit out like a sewer hole

Yet still recieve your kiss

How can I measure up to anyone now

After such a love as this?

Well, who are you?

I really wanna know

Tell me, who are you?

'Cause I really wanna know...

In which Tommy isn't immune to the IMDb flu after all. No warnings except for baseball-themed innunendos. ]

Current Music: Who Are You - The Who

tragic_mask

Melpomene, ageless (or maybe late 30s, if you didn't know any better), stone-faced, clatters into the bar in muddy boots and a drenched peacoat.

She's bewildered, at first - why here, now, when there's so much to be done? - but quickly finds her way to an armchair by the fire. You can find her there shortly, rubbing her cold hands together and drying the coat on the back of her chair.

All this scene needs is an interlocutor. (That's your cue.)

ikissdhimbck

The door opens to a golden sky, so thick with dust it looks like orange meringue.

The soft chnk of spurs precedes the cowgirl, collar turned up and hat low over her eyes. Once the door closes, she tips her hat back and takes a look around. And smiles.

As soon as she settles at the Bar, she's presented with gift after gift after gift after gift, along with a plate of Solstice sweets and a few gingerbread ... robots? She eyes everything with delight, surprised when she realizes how much time has passed. She wasn't expecting she'd be gone so long. She best start on the thank-you notes straight away.

But first, she does happen to have a few gifts of her own. She unshoulders her bag and leaves the tardy presents with Miss Bar. ( For Dr. Lecter, The Sandhu Family, Tommy Gavin, John Marston, The Waco Kid, Elrond, Remy, Ellen, Dixie, Clementine, Enzo & Dani, Pyrrha, Teja, Ratonhnhaké:ton, William Evans, etc. )

That done, she settles down to write her thank-yous, occasionally admiring the clay cat and pondering a name change to 'Queen of the Bandits'. No doubt she'll soon break into the sweets, though there's far too much to eat in one sitting. It's a good turn of luck that she feels inspired to share.

[ooc: I've missed all of the fun! Feel free to catch me up and link me to anything you'd like to have tagged, I'm happy to bounce around and see all of the shenanigans. ^__^ This is open throughout the weekend and perhaps longer. Hello again.]

gavin62truck

[OOM:

I walked you home in the night
The moon shone bright as we walked hand in hand
I've known this joy once before
But it came to an end just as it had began

Each step that I took with you
Brought one thing closer to my mind
Is this the start of another heart breaker
Or something better beginning

Final OOM in Kate & Tommy's Halloween in NYC plot, timed to the day after this. No warnings except for scary movies, doppelgangers, and making out on the sofa.]

Current Music: Something Better Beginning - The Kinks

ikissdhimbck

[OOMs:

Don't lose your faith in me
And I will try not to lose faith in you
Don't put your trust in walls
'Cause walls will only crush you when they fall

~

I been seeing you for months coming to this place
Now what I wanna know is, honey When can I see your face?

I know you been hiding something, secrets in your past
Whooo, baby, I just gotta know what's behind the mask

Of impressing teenagers and going trick-or-treating; no warnings to speak of in either OOM. Timed to the same week as this.]

Current Music: "Be Here Now" by Ray Lamontagne | "What's Behind the Mask" by The Cramps

ikissdhimbck

[OOMs:

Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach
Or to Hollywood
But I'm taking a Greyhound
On the Hudson River Line
I'm in a New York state of mind

~

It comes down to reality
And it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide
Don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside
I don't have any reasons
I've left them all behind
I'm in a New York state of mind

Timed to the same week as this. No warnings to speak of in either OOM.]

Current Music: "New York State of Mind," by Billy Joel

gavin62truck

[OOMs:

After the kid plot:

When I was young
I didn't know if I was better off asleep or up
Now I've grown up
I wonder what was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?

A few days later, Tommy and Kate leave for New York:

Come on-a my house, my house,
I'm-a gonna give you candy.
Come on-a my house, my house,
I'm-a gonna give you everything.

Some super milli-timing to the end of October here. First part of several OOMs. Tommy and Kate work out what happened during the kid plot (small warnings for serious business discussion at the end), then head to New York for Halloween (slightly NSFW at the end).]

Current Music: When I Was Young - Nada Surf; Come On-a My House - Rosemary Clooney

waco_jim

As usual, gifts are laid out for those who might reasonably expect them.

( For Gordon )

( For Alyx )

( For Hope and Eli )

( For Kate )

( For Tommy )

( For John )

guppy_sandhu

Guppy hasn't got a lot of time before preparing for a very busy couple of days, but he drops off a collection of little packages at the tree. (Except for Gavroche who got his yesterday.) With each one comes a card the kids helped make and then copied.

( Enzo, Hannibal, Zhaan, Thirteen, Malcolm, Charles Xavier, Doc, Knox, any other medics/heroes/reducers of damage )

( Atton, Kate Barlow, Michaelangelo, Raphael, Sherlock, Will Scarlett, Gene Hunt, Ben Grimm, Javert, Teja, Amanda, Mia, Ginny, any other cops/heroes/fighters )

He also carefully deposits some presents Fry has been making from salt dough.
Some of them may take a little deciphering.

( Enzo, Hannibal, Charles Xavier, Atton, Kate Barlow, Mikey, Raph, Sherlock, Teja, Gene )

He hangs around a few minutes to check if anything is going on before heading back to the excited small people at home.

[ooc: Guppy and I have been kicking around for nearly nine years, we've talked to a lot of people - if you feel your pup is missing off this list please add yourself to the appropriate category, or if you have an overlap, pick one :)]

scarred_grin

[OOM: upstairs, things have happened. Not a lot, though.]

And that's why, when Pyrrha carries Egil down to the bar tonight, he's dressed as an avocado.

Single-foster-motherhood isn't easy, but she's managing.

"So there was Egil, on the deck of the pirate ship Cavendish, and the pirate-monkey captain--she was fierce, with a bright blue coat with lots of shiny buttons--she said to him, 'You've come here to steal our treasure, haven't you?' But Egil said 'No, I was playing on the beach and this giant eagle stole my ball, and I swam for days and I followed it here and I saw the eagle drop it on the deck of your ship. That's all I came for.' And the pirate-monkey captain thought about it, and she said 'Okay, you can have it back. But you've got to serve on my crew for a whole year first, so we know you're not just here as a spy and--'"

Well, if you want your baby to learn to talk, give it to someone who likes to talk.

"Let's get us some ice cream, huh, puppy? I'm really hungry all of a sudden."

Totally botherable.

ikissdhimbck

As patrons enter the bar today, they may notice something a little different. A little more color, a sweeter scent; flowers, beautifully arranged. Sitting unobtrusively to one end of the Bar near the message board is an easel-mounted wreath arrangement, at its center the name Angus Urquhart, with the dates of his life, his afterlife, and his ultimate passing from the bar.

Should you follow the arrow pointing to the back door, similar but smaller flower arrangements mark the path to the lakeside. There, a modest affair is underway; seats, sturdy refreshment tables at Miss Sunshine's behest, music, and the makings of a bonfire closer to the shore for when it gets dark. The occasion may be somber, but above all this is a celebration of life — of the ever-so-much-more-than-nine lives of Angus Urquhart.

Come have a drink in his honor, or share your stories of his many adventures.

ikissdhimbck

Sometime after the bar returns to normal — or what passes for normal in Milliways — a note appears on the message board. It's written in a fine, looping pen, on paper embossed with pressed flowers.

Angus Urquhart
of Monadhliath

A wake will be held to honor the passing
of the man most knew as Urquhart
Wednesday, at two o'clock
November the Thirteenth
to continue until dark.

All are invited to attend,
and may bring a bottle of aged whiskey to send off their friend (or foe).
(Should any wish to help with arrangements, inquiries may be left below.)
The wake will be held by the lakeside.

bprd_agent_red

It has been a lot of work all day, schlepping stuff back and forth, enlisting the help of wait rats, fighting with the wait rats, coordinating with Bar, fighting with Bar, and basically making most of it up as he went along.

He's never actually thrown a party before, okay?!

But, finally and at last, Hellboy has done it.

Outside by the lake shore there is a Party. A Party with balloons, streamers, banners, a giant inflatable gorilla, food, LOUD music, a petting zoo, several cars display, and the occasional firework.

It starts as a celebration for Enzo's graduation from the Guardian Academy, but after Red hears the good news, it turns into an engagement party as well (after Red goes through and changes all the signs from 'Congrats, Enzo!' to 'Congrats, Enzo and Dani').

Everyone is invited, so come on, celebrate and have some fun!

[ooc: this is a party post, feel free to have your pup drop in whether they know the three in question or not! Thread, tag hop, whatever feels good! This post will be open to new tags through Sunday, and for slows until forever.]

ikissdhimbck

Well, that happened.

It's a strange turn of events being a child again for seven days. On the one hand, it's nice reliving a time when everything felt good and one could walk around with far less walls; on the other, it's like an out of body experience. It took some time to remember everything, and a little help from Tommy, but she's got enough of the pieces now to sit and write a few notes of apology. Most of them sound a little like this:

To the Owners of the Tree Fort,
   I would like to sincerely apologize
for hijacking your estate for use as
a hideout, during which time criminal
activity occurred. I will gladly pay
for any damages.
   Faithfully,
   Katherine Barlow

Other notes go to the library staff, kitchen staff, and Miss Bar herself. It doesn't hurt to be extra polite after such an embarrassing experience.

When she's done, she sits and sips at a bourbon. It's growing ever nearer All Hallows' Eve. The anxiety she was feeling before getting turned into a child has only returned tenfold, not least because of the oddities that have continued to happen around the bar. Tommy's a good man, and more considerate than she gives him credit for; he's invited her to come to New York for the holiday, and — she's decided to take him up on it.

Before those awful dreams start up again.

As she waits for him to turn up, she orders another bourbon. Entirely botherable.

[ooc: Taking slight advantage of Millitime and saying this happens before any Conversations with Dead People shenanigans; some links are locked & in progress; any warnings should be attached to the relevant link. Open forever! ^^;]

ikissdhimbck

Anyone in the main barroom or out by the lake today will be treated to an odd sight. Dozens of girls, shouting, squealing, running through the backdoor and across the lawn, arms laden with all manner of treats — and one boy, tied up, pulled along with them.

The gang makes their way to the forest, where a tree fort rises above the ground. It's quite a fancy fort, equipped with slingshots, water balloon launchers, and other weaponry and defenses. The interior paneling has some Cybertronian script on it. There's a tire swing outside fashioned from a tractor tire, a crow's nest, and the entrance may be had by ladder, drawbridge, or manual elevator. Inside there are comics, pudding snacks, and the sort of things you'd expect to see in a tree house. It was clearly designed by somebody who really loved their gadgets, and knew what they were doing.

Kate and Natasha have seized the property. Being outlaws in need of a hideout, and all.

"This way!"

Natasha is already inside, leaving all entrances open to the returning posse and offering cover from anyone who might be following. Once the snacks are secured and the prisoner is dealt with, everyone can breathe a huge sigh of relief.

And enjoy the fruits of their labor.

[ooc: ~~give us one minute to set up some thread headings before tagging~~ We're open for business! This post is wide, wide open to everyone — boy, girl, adult, child, animal, mineral, etc. The girls will be inside the tree fort, but it's completely visible from the ground for any who want to stop by and see what's going on, or sneak their way in. ^__^

tiny!tag: age spell plot]

ikissdhimbck

[Earlier...

I needed ~~money~~ ice cream 'cause I
had none
I fought the law and the
kids won
I fought the law and the
kids won

Warnings for mild language, because some ~boy~ has a potty mouth. ^__~ Many thanks to all participants, particularly Ashie, who battled through illness to be such a big part of such a fun plot. You are all wonderful. Party post forthcoming.]

tiny!tag: age spell plot

Current Music: "I Fought the Law" by The Bobby Fuller Four

ikissdhimbck

It had been a quiet day for Kate when the loud BWA-BOOOOOOOM shook the bar. She'd just settled down after her nightly chores in the stables, easing the tension out of her back in an armchair by the fire, sipping on a hot tea with bourbon in.

(It's getting close to All Hallows' Eve, and that's making her anxious.)

However, she didn't have all that long to think about the approaching holiday before she was seeing the room from an even lower vantage point, face scrunched in distaste at the liquor on her tongue. She blinked at the teacup and quickly set it down, jumped to her feet, and looked around the strange room.

" ... Daddy?"

Kate Barlow, aged twelve, was off in search of her father.

What she found instead were the libraries.

Now, far calmer, a young Kate sits amid a pile of books, occasionally sweeping cautious glances around the room. She's finding the words of Jules Verne to be a comfort at present. Clearly she slipped and bumped her head during chores, or stumbled onto a glorious vessel somewhere in deep space. She isn't quite sure what to make of it right now, but anywhere with an endless supply of science fiction can't be all that bad.

[ooc: open forever! you may find Kate in the library or the main bar. if your character wants to be in on a heist, they can take this opportunity to meet Kate. the actual heist will happen in a later post, so it's not required you tag this one (I'll update all interested parties once it's all in place). if you'd like me to send Kate round to one of your posts, just let me know!

tiny!tag: age spell plot]

ikissdhimbck

[Outside:

You've been on a road that just don't seem to end
Where that broken old heart of yours won't ever mend
You've crossed over bridges and bridges they burn
So many rivers and so much to learn
So many bridges and so much to learn

But the moon is so full, the stars are so bright
And my hand is steady, my touch is light
Look in my eyes, hold on real tight
And I'll waltz you my darling across Texas tonight
I'll waltz you my darling across Texas tonight

We both have known hard luck
And love that's gone wrong
When the ghosts take the shadows and
The night takes too long
We folded our cards when the hand wasn't strong
But that wheel will keep spinning long after we're gone
Yeah, that wheel will keep spinning long after we're gone

Finally. Warnings for discussion of Kate's canon, potential triggery material, language. Timed a few days after this.]

Current Music: "Waltz Across Texas Tonight" by Emmylou Harris

gavin62truck

[ Millitimed to immediately after Tommy's fight with Voodoo: ]

[ He's a legend in the bar with every scar
Fights a thousand bigger men

But now he fights and loses, got all the bruises
Will someone please step in?

Cause this Irish fool's got a great big heart
He keeps climbing back in to the ring

In the low down circles where he holds his court
This man he once was king.

Could he listen? No he won't, that's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines

But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this fool from dying... ]

[ OOC: Warnings for language and anger issues and discussion of death and triggery things. ]

Current Music: Dropkick Murphys - Barroom Hero

cook_the_rude

[[Almost OOM: Kate Barlow's third therapy session with Dr. Hannibal Lecter]]

[ETA: (addition by Kate-mun) Warning for depiction of a disaster-event triggered anxiety attack.]

[[meta: don't go looking for the second session. there is no seccond session. we handwaved it. we thought the third would be more interesting, for reasons.]]

the_cupbearer

This evening Ganymede is lying on his back on a couch, with a very tiny fox cub resting on his chest. He's reading to it out of a novel on his lap, turning pages with one hand while he pets the tiny fox's ears with the other.

Egil is adorable infant, whether in human shape or fox; Ganymede would welcome anyone who thinks otherwise to prove it.

hoochedseal

Sam walks in to the door he was feeling pretty good until he was checking out the ass on some hottie that was passing by him when he walks in to the bar knocking a few glasses off with a shattering of glass. Luckily our flip flop wearing hero avoids cuts in his feet. He finds a broom and sweeps it up, going to the bar he gets a note with his Mojito. Thank you for cleaning up the mess, this one is on me, I'll need you to cover my rest.

With a shrug he takes his drink behind the bar, getting the chalk he writes down the specials.

Specials Today

Mojitos (plain, mango, and strawberry.)
Bloody Marys (spicy or mild)
Mai Tai's (Normal or with Mango Rum)
Miller 64

Then finds a radio putting on some bad 80's music that fit his mood, and well was very Miami.

OOC: Come one come all have fun thread up try to confuse our barman, this is in honor of tonight's Series Finale and all post will be before Clem's

change_my_story

It's finally happened. After waiting half a year, Matilda's parents finally signed the paperwork in time to let her attend school.

As such, when Matilda enters the bar, she's still in her primary school uniform of sweat shirt, blouse and skirt, grey in color and with the school emblem on her sweatshirt-one reading 'Chrunchem Hall Primary.

She's in bar because the house is empty. Her mother won't be back for another hour and her father an hour after that-she had no idea where Micheal was.

So, she's here, at a table with her school bag and excessive book. Miss Honey may've allowed her books from older forms, but she still had to do the homework of her class.

"Miss Bar, could I have a snack please?" She's not sure what she wanted to eat really, she was just hungry.

A cup of milky tea and plate of toast with butter and strawberry jam appears before her. "Thank you."

She starts pulling out her her text books so she could look at them later. For a five year old they're pretty advanced: one being labled algebra, another geography and another on learning French. The last book, the book she was really hunting for was more along her age range, that being titled 'beginners math: grade 1'.

Right now though, her focus is mainly on her after-school snack-and any sort of company that wishes to visit her table.