milliways_bar | Entries tagged with kurt wagner

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

The front door opens just a crack, revealing pale yellow light and a glimpse of some truly impressive hotel hallway wallpaper.

"Night, Angelina, don't let the paparrazi bite," says a gruff, amused voice.

"Oh keep laughing it up, Logan. Remember, I know where you sleep!" The door opens further to reveal a familiar face, turned to the side. Kurt's far more well-dressed than his previous entrance, his suit, vest and shirt going well with the gold-topped cane that he's leaning on.

Turning, he notices that they seem to have upgraded him to a much larger room (you'd think this would happen more often after you'd saved the world enough times, but no. Maybe if he'd been an Avenger...) and his bed seems to have turned int a bar. He leans back and looks down the hall at wherever Logan was, and then back into the bar...and then pats his torso, juuust to check.

Okay. Everything seems to be as in order as it was a minute ago.

Kurt steps into the bar, favoring his right side, and closes the door. And looks to see if it's still there. ...And opens it, juuust to check.

Okay! Well then. Time for a drink! Milliways, he may have left quietly, but now Kurt is back!

Current Mood: surprised

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

There's a hand-written note up at the bar:

Friendly Poker Game, Round Table By The Fireplace. All Players Welcome. No Money, Favors or Souls Involved.

He means the last one as a joke. Probably.

Anyway, look out, Milliways, there's a blue man with a deck of cards here. Kurt has somehow also aquired a card-shark's visor, possibly from the same wait-rat that brought the cards and old case of chips. At the moment, he's shuffling, and waiting to see if anyone feels like playing. Spoon is also at the table, though he may be polishing his armor a bit longer before joining in.

You're also free to just stop by and chat. He's a friendly guy.

((Spoon included with permission, but his mun is afk until 11:30 pst, so he's just hanging out until further notice, in case the mood takes her later.))

Current Mood: mischievous

ostro_goth

Outside, by the lake, there is a spot where people like to practice with their weapons. Archery butts are sometimes set up here, or training bouts. It is an even bit, the snow hardened even now by the many feet that have trampled it in the last few days.

It is cold, of course, and the breath clearly shows in the brisk winter air; but it's not actually snowing now, and the sky is a mottled white-blue, the sun slightly veiled so it will not inconveniently shine into anybody's eyes in a decisive moment.

In the background, the back entrance to Milliways (it looks just like any normal building from here) can be seen; the sun glitters on the ice of the lake, and on the open water in the Caribbean inlet, not far away. The forge and other outbuildings are snowy roofs in the middle distance.

This is where Teja leads Tonio and the witnesses.

[[OOC: Anyone is welcome to watch and to react and mingle and rubberneck in a separate thread; the main thread is for the duel itself, and maybe a reaction or two from the witnesses at the beginning and the end. Coordination happens in 'duelchat' on AIM. Thanks!]]

ostro_goth

After speaking briefly to the eunuch - Marc Antonio Treschi, the name was? - Teja walks around, looking which of the men that agreed to witness the duel are around and can be found at short notice.

Toki is by the fire, doing his usual contortions; so who else is there?

[[OOC: People that Teja asked to be witnesses of the duel, and that happen to be online right now, can tag in here for brief threadage, and then Teja will lead them outside to the duel post proper.]]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

This is Spoon. Spoon is...doing. He's definitely doing. Currently what he's doing is polishing his armor.

For the fifth time.

Today.

But he's not pacing. (Anymore.) Or snarling at people. Or chasing demon bunnies just to see them run.

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

So there's been a fair amount of practicing the waving around of pointy bits of metal in the yard lately, and gosh darn it if there isn't more of the same today. Today, however, there's a swashbuckler of a different color practicing his forms: Kurt has gotten himself a sword!

Really, he could use two more blades - forget two-handed fighting, with a prehensile tail, he's developed a technique that works with three limbs - but Teja was more than generous to make the one for him. (Besides, one doesn't start out with three swords. That's what disarming your opponent is for!)

He moves with experience and ease, swift and more than a little showy, but then again what doesn't he do with poise and flourish? If you must do something, you might as well look good and have what fun you can with it, and this is a guy whose room back home is decorated in Errol Flynn posters. Old Captain Blood ain't got nothing on the Dread Pirate Bluetail! Avast!

((~~Mun is afk, so slowtimed for now. I will return later for more!~~ Back! :D ))

Current Mood: energetic

ostro_goth

Teja comes in from the forge, and hangs up a notice:

He assumes, somehow, that small items may be one thing -- putting entire long sharp swords into the bar might not be all that good an idea, so he would hand them over in person.

Then, he gets himself some well-watered red wine, and settles down by the fireplace, with his harp.

covenlegacy.livejournal.com

Kahn's outdoors. He's been at work in his flat upstairs, most of the day, until 'cabin fever' set in. Now he's
looking up at the top of a fairly high mountain, with a fierce grin lighting his eyes.

This place didn't hold many non-martial challenges(and really, few of those) for a vampire. But this seemed as if it
might just fit the bill.
Come ask him what on earth he's thinking.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

X-Man, and puppy, inna bar.

Sooraya has a sketchpad, opened to what appears to be a charcoal drawing of New York City. The initials "K.F." are legible in the corner. She bites her lip, looking through the pages slowly.
When she last went back to the Institute, she had gotten some upsetting news. She'd been pushing it aside, to look after those she could help, but now?
No, she's not precisely brooding, but her eyes are a bit red if one looks closely.
She shuts the pad, after a minute, and picks up Najla, hugging her wordlessly.
Distractions welcome.

eirenikos

Pipes and drums and the faint echo of Mediterranean music follow Eirene in through the door. She's wearing a wreath of flowers nestled against her hair, and the short tunic she's wearing would not be out of place in a Ray Harryhausen movie; but her legs are very nice. As usual, the goddess is barefoot, but she's also humming a tune, holding a drink with a tiny blue umbrella in it, and idly twirling around.

Maybe she's looking for another dance partner?

nomorekaraoke

It's another day in Lorne's life; another uneventful day in anticipation of a hopefully more eventful night, and he has, accordingly, aimed himself at that last place what lead to the bar at the end of the universe.

He had a good time here, last time. He sees no reason why he shouldn't, this time around, too. So, a whole lot more sure of himself and his surroundings, he almost smiles a genuine one as he steps inside. It worked.

"Bar, sweetie," he murmurs, taking a seat. "Win my everlasting devotion, gimme a Cosmo."

Lorne is in the house, again, and more immediately approachable than last time.

((Edit: Bedtime. Slow-times tomorrow. STILL OPEN FOR NEWCOMERS!! :D))

Current Mood: content

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

There's a fuzzy blue fellow in the bar, perched on a stool with his tail dangling down. It occasionally has a mind of it's own. Hopefully it's not getting into any trouble while he's not paying much mind to it!

Current Mood: calm

ghostwitch.livejournal.com

Malu coming down to the bar from her room upstairs is nothing new. What is new, though, is the coat she's carrying slung over one arm. She brings the coat up to Bar and lays it on top of the wood, along with a note:

( Mr. Wagner )

"Can you see that Kurt Wagner gets these, please?" she asks. Both coat and note disappear, and are replaced by a ceramic cup of Malu's favorite tea. "Thanks, Bar." Malu takes her tea and heads over to the fireplace, letting her gaze travel over the room.

----

On the other side of the fireplace, sitting on one of the couches, is a female halfa currently in human form. Dani has a mug of hot chocolate at her elbow, but it's going mainly ignored as she reads from a PDF file. Her expression changes at various times as she reads; she never knew that the Internet (at least in Enzo's world) was so interesting!

OOC: [two pups, both botherable! All I ask is that you let me know which pup you're tagging.)

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Nathan was at the bar again with a scotch in hand. Not much else to do really. He thought he might have woke up briefly. But only to be told by his mother that Peter was missing, while he finally got a good look in the mirror at what the explosion had left him as. He didn't remember passing out, but he was back here again so it must be so. Nothing to do but to wait and see.

The guy needs a distraction in the worst possible way.

ostro_goth

Teja is outside today, doing sword-forms with his newly finished Gothic longsword.

He does this with grim determination -- he wants the whole miserable duel over with. The eunuch, his story, and the whole debate about a man making his own honour is painfully familiar to Teja. Too much of his own fate is reflected here.

Thinking of the person he will face across swords, Teja thinks about himself far too much. The past is in the past, irretrievable as a burned letter, and should not turn up again, strangely twisted and put together differently, wearing another's face.

And cast Teja in the role of Cethegus...

[[OOC: Link is to a newly translated bit of Teja's canon that I thought needs to be available, in view of recent developments...]]

autocommander.livejournal.com

The door opens, the unusual reverse-THX sound happening, and a bag enters the room. After it comes Optimus Prime, who opens the bag and puts a Santa-ish hat on his head. Then he picks up the bag, heads for a table, and settles down to be eminently botherable.

Those who know him and tag him may get a present.

(( ~~slowtimed from here on it, as mun needs to pass out. Will check things out in the morn.~~ back!))

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Sooraya had come to Milliways from the Institute, a day or two ago, and had run into a friend who needed her to stay for a while, after some nightmarishly bad news. After Nancy and she talked a bit, it was agreed that they'd share room 216 while Nancy stayed at Milliways, and Sooraya had a second key acquired.
The room had enough space to suit two people. The other girl didn't want to go home yet, and Sooraya could understand only too well why.

Tonight, she'd finally gone to Bar, just before sunset and left the items she'd gotten, with the exception of Nancy's. Those she'd wait on for a better time.

She slipped outside afterward. Facing the horizon where the sun descended, sky deepening to blue and black, she prayed, her own heart aching. Loss, and yet, the words challenged the gathering shadows. There was sorrow, but also hope, moments and memories of joy.
Names were audible among the Muslim phrases. Kevin. Jay. Laurie. Brian.
Jamie, too.

A short distance off, a carefully laid fire burned. Her own sort of vigil, at the year's ending.
She stood, and sang, softly, lyrics, she'd learned from Jay Guthrie. Sang of laughter, snow, and winter celebrations, season's turning. She hadn't his skill in music, but then, she wasn't performing for any audience, only out of
her own need to remind herself of the fact that even the bloodiest darkness was tied to light.

Welcome to listen, to join her, or to come talk, known to her or not.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

One of the more interesting side effects of the Bar's subspace compression field, so far as Bumblebee is concerned, is the way it shunts most of his mass off to someplace else entirely while he's there. He doesn't weigh a whole lot more than a large, heavyset human despite being made of metal. While this would cramp his style during a fight, if a fight came up, it does have an advantage that only occurred to him the other day back at Autobase, when he was looking up into the catwalks in search of a loose signal wire whose high-pitched buzzing he could hear.

This is why, approximately thirty seconds after the shwormf! of the reversed THX sound rings out today, there is a short yellow 'bot up in the rafters, clinging to one of them like a monkey and doing his best not to snicker with glee.

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

( It has been a rough couple of days. )

And so Kurt is on the roof, seeking peace in his own thoughts, but fully findable.

((Will likely fall into slowtimes as dinner comes along, but I've missed playing him with you all!))

amanofletters.livejournal.com

The good doctor was in the Bar, sitting at a table near the Observation Window, occasionally alternating between reading his book and staring outside, where the universe just happened to be on the other side of what seemed like glass, collapsing in on itself over and over again. It was a marvellous sight, and he perhaps spent more time staring rather than reading, although the latter would have been a bit more productive.

But really. That wasn't a sight you got to see everyday.

Sniffing suddenly, he blinked his eyes away and looked back down at his book, where he realised with a slight bit of exasperation that he had lost his position on the yellow dog eared page for what was possibly the tenth time in the past half hour. He sighed and started from the top, the smoke from his pipe obscuring the words just a little.

He was perfectly open for a conversation as he was making very little headway in the novel.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Last night was spent on Earth, keeping watch over Lissar's sleep. Ironhide'll probably head back home properly tonight, so that he can give his report and start making arrangements for the girl's relocation, if possible. For now, though...

Well, for now he's thinking about humans, and what they think of each other, and how they treat each other, and how bizarrely complicated such little bags of water and meat can be. Outside, mostly, under no stars he's ever known on any world.

He might start shooting something eventually, because this isn't a mech much given to lengthy philosophizing, but for now he's as reasonably approachable as a damn big robot with damn big guns is likely to be.

ostro_goth

Teja is in the forge, folding steel.

He still has some of the first batch, but he is trying to work up a good sweat to drive out what is left of his cold.

He has the door open, though, and will talk to people while he works. Perhaps somebody new might have seen his notice in the bar?

saebelrassler.livejournal.com

BAMF!

Well, if it's any consolation, the fuzzy blue...demon-elf looking fellow who just appeared in a burst of purple brimstone is just as confused by the sudden entrance as anyone else. Crouching and whirling in place, he takes in the patrons and layout of the room. “Was ist los?!”

Whether you speak German or not, that "what's going on?!" is probably pretty clear.

((Okay, while Kurt speaks German, his mun isn't fluent. I'll always provide translations, and would appreciate the same in return!))

Current Mood: surprised

erstaunlich.livejournal.com

Pink smoke? Check.

Sulfur smell? Check.

Showy acrobatic flip up into the rafters? Check.

Kurt Wagner is in the building, folks.

He just taught a German lesson to a bunch of young mutants and thus, has a headache.

But will not refuse company.

erstaunlich.livejournal.com

Thud.

The sound of thud where the sound of bamf is supposed to be signifies a miscalculation in Kurt Wagner's entrance -- it's always problematic when you can't see your destination right when trying to teleport.

Someone must have moved the chair he was aiming for.

Kurt, meet the floor.

"... Ow."