milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lilly kane

Duo comes into Milliways with a briefcase, backpack, and an over-stuffed duffel bag. He drags all of it up to the bar, shucks his long black coat, and then spots the note.

"Really?" he says. "I'm on paid leave that only just managed not to be suspension, and you're already trying to recruit me?" He reads the reply. "Well, if you say so."

He dumps his stuff behind the bar and washes his hands before chalking up a few specials.

SPECIALS
Mulled Cider
Hot Chocolate (alcoholic or non)
Pomegranate and Cranberry Punch

He doesn't notice the small letters that curl into shape under his own square handwriting:
⊕ Drinks half-off for Team Light ⊕

[OOC: This post is serving as a reunion and party post for all of those who fought against the Dark and Blodwen Rowlands way back when. Though feel free to just drop in for a drink!]

bloodyvirgo

Taking a quick break from working up in her room, Kanaya takes a moment to scurry downstairs with a stack of envelopes.

Carefully, she lays them down on the Bar counter.

"Can You Please Ensure These People Get Their Invitations?"

( Shephard, Ellen, Tyler, Alyx, Gordon, Teja, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, Princess Luna, Pinkie Pie, Duo, Cordelia, Rose, Lilly )

the_shaper

[ Out of Milliways:
A field trip. ]

young_tmriddle

In the House of Arch, old friends reunite after life got in the way for awhile.

mnt_mike

Unless you happen to be in his immediate family, or X-23, then you haven't seen hide nor hair of Mike recently. Even his bed doesn't see as much of him as it used to, what with him currently working on incrementally decreasing the amount of sleep he needs on a daily basis.

It's all in an effort to bring himself up to fighting weight and speed, and it's something he's putting every fiber of his being into for...various and sundry reasons.

Which is why it's vaguely odd for him to be seated on the roof this afternoon, legs dangling over the ledge.

There's a slight hiss as the Amp to his right springs to life, and a cursory twang of electric guitars strings as he sets his pic to work.

The tune he begins to play will be a familiar one to anyone who spent much time paying attention to American FM stations in the early 1990s, thought whether he's singing the "right lyrics" or the misheard ones is really anyone's guess.

[ooc: open until it scrolls. WARNING: that Mike is not in the best of all possible headspaces right now.]

nerves_of_ice

Looks like Steve was right about him being able to find the end-of-the-universe bar once he'd been shown the way.

Although he hadn't exactly been trying, Bucky's rather satisfied with that right now, all told. It's not that he doesn't like hanging out with the rest of the Commandos, it's just that sometimes when they really get going, it's nice to have the option to do a quick fade.

Besides, he's not had the chance to give the rest of the place a full look-see yet. Once he gets a drink, maybe he'll do just that.

[OOC: Slowtime in effect as of midnight Mountain time. I'll tag up again tomorrow. Love to you all!]

awesome_lilly

Lilly is totally over science. (For the moment, at least.)

She's ensconced in a corner table, nursing a drink that has no experimental qualities of any kind.

If only the same could be said of the waitrat who was supposedly bringing her dinner.

[ooc: plotlocked while I'm still wrapping science, ping first please!]

awesome_lilly

Lilly is on a mission from... well, herself. She is going to find out what the hell actually cursed Puck (this time) if it kills her because a) it can't kill her, she's already dead and b) she has a sneaking fondness for her faeke husband and genuinely wants to help.

However.

Because she is Lilly, her current attempt to help involves a stab at scientific research: recreating past bar "incidents" on a crowd of volunteer waitrats to see if there's any common thread around causes, cures, and accidental side-effects.

The table before her is spread with a variety of seemingly innocuous items: peppercorn and honey and gin, a bowl of steaming curry, band candy, a horn and some cherries and a paper umbrella, the Roman equivalent of a penny, mints, two kinds of apples, a soy latte, and a Mexican coke. (Hey, this is thirsty work.)

Approach at your own risk.

[OOC: not plot-locked but please ping me at 'da emmy gee' or comment on backroom post before tagging so we see what might happen to our poor pups. Accidentally, of course. :D).

ETA: ahahahah awesomeness! slowtiming for now but let's keep doing this you mad impetuous frogs, you.

cbucsrule

Time to pay down his tab, he figures, and pouring drinks and talking with people, it's a nice change of pace. Besides, he's not about to say no to Bar. She treats him way too well.

At least this time he gets to pick the specials.

Santino Gold
Hordeum
Ambrosia, straight up or mixed

There. Easy. All stuff he knows, not that he needs to make it easy on himself. As usual, he's got his notebook, the one with the pyramid plays outlined in it, and while he waits he works on a couple strategies for his team and a couple new combat strategies to try if he ever gets back to Caprica, a glass of ice water at his side.

stilljustandrew

Andrew's still kind of disgruntled about the loss of that statue (and smarting somewhat from his coworkers' remarks on the subject), but whatever; done is done, he can put up with sarcastic remarks, and it wasn't something they desperately needed anyway. He hopes.

But it also means he's getting stuck with all the tedious jobs nobody else wants, this month. Which today means laundry.

Thus: a geekboy with earphones on, pulling a handcart containing a black laundry bag, backing in the front door while half-humming, half-singing along to what sounds suspiciously like Lady Gaga. He doesn't seem to realize that this isn't the laundromat until the door closes behind/before him.

" --baby I was born this w-- oh."

puckishly

[oom:

In desperation, Puck turns to Lilly for advice.

If by advice we mean booze.

(But he may also get some advice.)]

define_hinky

Two.

Day.

Amnesia.

"You know, I was kind of hoping to drown my own sorrows," Wendy informs the Bar sourly.

When no response is forthcoming, she takes it that Middletending is a go.

DRINKS

If your day was worse than mine, yours is free.

[ooc: open until i give up! sorry it was late, i had to eat.]

the_man

Fury is sitting at the bar, drinking a cup of coffee.

He's reading a (paper) copy of Stranger In a Strange Land with a thoughtful frown on his face.

(Somewhere on the tab board, there is a listing for P. Irate.)

[OOC: Closed to new threads after Katya, please! He'll be back. You're all crazy and I love you.]

mr_gaeta

[Not-quite-OOM, just prior: Physical therapy.]

"One more" turns into three more exercises by the time Gaeta departs the infirmary. Awful as he felt, it didn't feel right to leave off after so few; at least this way, he isn't wasting his or Dr. Tam's time with such a brief session.

Whether he'll be able to move from the couch he just collapsed on is another story. After requesting a glass of water from a waitrat, he gulps down three painkillers (the usual dose is two, but frak it, he hurts so much right now) before stretching along the couch's full length. Some minutes later, the same waitrat returns with a silver tray.

Gaeta eyes the tray's contents. "Um."

The rat chitters.

"Sorry for the language, but...what the frak is that?"

Squeak.

In lieu of pointing out that he doesn't speak rat, Gaeta just sighs, scoops up the small -- very colorful -- magazine, and opens it to take a look.

Apparently there's a tie-in comic book series for that famous squopera, Tentacles of Our Waves. Who knew.

[ooc: in and out for a bit, but back for good at 10 PM eastern!]

awesome_lilly

Lilly's been in and out of bar more often recently than she has in... well. Her personal clock is very timey-wimey these days.

Still, if she's going to be spending more time here, she needs a room again. So she's perched on a bar stool, discussing accommodations with Bar.

"Okay, what have you got in tasteful yet luxurious suites? And just so you know, the hot tub is not optional."

thekidfrombrooklyn

Steve comes into the bar in costume, pulling back his cowl. He's got an overcoat over the costume and his sketchbook under his arm, but he hasn't washed off the greasepaint makeup yet.

(Yes, Captain America wears makeup. ON STAGE. And in front of the camera, but that's another story.)

He sits at the bar and is about to order, when a shot of tequila pops up.

"Uh, Miss Bar? Is there a celebration I don't know about going on?"

A napkin responds. From Lilly Kane.

"Oh. Um. Tell her thank you."

Beat.

"Why?"

There's a pause.

Because you're hot.

It's slang from a different era, but Steve gets the meaning nonetheless.

"Oh," he murmurs, raising the glass, "thanks to you both, then." He knocks back the shot and shakes his head at the bite.

The alcohol has no effect on him whatsoever, but the gesture cheers him up considerably nonetheless.

[tiny tag: Eric Northman]

awesome_lilly

Lilly hasn't been in for a while. Again. In her defense, there are some really sparkly universes out there.

However, in this one, she gets mail.

She grins at seeing the note from Mal, rolls her eyes at the contents, and grabs a napkin from bar.

Hey, I just read this
And I'm not crazy,
But I'm back in bar,
So call me maybe?

It's hard to write that
Cause there's no "maybe"
Here's my room number
Tequila shots, baby.

"Send that to Mal," she tells Bar, and the napkin disappears. "And hey, while you're at it, I need to tell everyone I'm back, so... when they show up at bar, tequila shots for my people, okay?"

She squints at the napkin that pops up.

"God, Bar, I do not have time to make a list. You know, people I talked to! Oh, and hot people, even if I don't know them. And people who look like they might be fun. Next time they walk up, shots."

Another napkin pops up. Lilly sighs.

"If it's breakfast, you can put some OJ in it, all right? And make sure they know it's from me. Thanks!"

She skips up the stairs to find the room with the number she'd given Mal. Hopefully no one's already in it.

[OOC: I am trying to have Lilly around more! So if she knew your pup (or not), feel free to have them get a tequila shot from her the next time they're around!]

badinlatin

Mal is sitting at a table in the middle of the bar with a latte mug's worth of overly-sugared coffee. The caffeine hits him very little anymore, but the sugar may be lending itself to an amount of restless energy Mal isn't aware he's experiencing.

All of that aside? He has his calligraphy brushes out and is writing letters to his ever-increasing list of correspondences he's horrible at keeping up with.

Botherable? Sure. Just don't sneak up on him.

[ooc: I will add your pup's tag to this post if he writes a note for them and posts it in the threads. As usual, workslow, but taggable through Saturday morning.]

awesome_lilly

It's been a while.

Lilly's not sure entirely how long, because her own personal space-time continuum has gotten a bit timey-wimey spacey-wacey continuum-ish, what with all the traveling and multi-verse hopping. However, she is very clear that there needs to be some boozy-woozy in the mix and Milliways is still her favorite bar.

She bounces in, tan and grinning, aims herself at the bar and… stops, suddenly. Her nose wrinkles.

"Huh." Something's just a little bit off, somehow. Weird.

Oh well. Whatever's going on can only make more sense once she's had a drink.

howling_laugh

Coyote comes into the bar with a small stack of envelopes in hand. She hums cheerfully to herself, flipping through them before dropping them off with a fond pat to Bar's surface. She's out just as fast, shutting the door firmly behind her.

They are addressed to:
( Raguel, Puck, Havelock, Mary Anne Bell, Mal Reynolds, Lilly Goodfellow-Kane, Alanna of Trebond, Merriman Lyon, Ray Stantz, River Tam, Kali, Castiel, Nita Callahan, Artemis, Kaylee Frye, Epimetheus, Lan Mandragoran, and 'Loki' )

[OOC: Coyote is not in for tags! But feel free to use this thread to pick up invitations, or leave questions for her, stupid or not. Also, if you got an invite, please head on over to this backroom post!]

smallestopener

On the occasion of her eleventh birthday, Ingress dreams a little dream of oh, so many things.

tiny tag: Vanyel Ashkevron

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: I have seen the future, baby.

And I'm telling you, it's murder.]

Warning for violence and implied torture.

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: While moving into his new apartment, Duo receives some unexpected company in his bathtub. Not in the way you're thinking. Or maybe it is in the way you're thinking. How are we supposed to know what you're thinking?]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

Oh me oh my oh
look at Miss Ohio

To be continued.]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: It's hard to be a fugitive blending seamlessly into a crowd when you're traveling with a sentient squid in a bucket.

Lilly, however, has found a solution to this problem.]