milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lisa cuddy

It's been a long time since 99's seen this place. On the Milliways end, at least.

Back home, it's only been a couple of days, during which she's permanently relocated to a D.C. apartment and is still dealing with the process of moving in while she waits for her next assignment.

It explains the choice of attire today, at least: a threadbare grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in one knee. She's carrying a box labeled 'KITCHEN' and holding the door open with her knee, though when she sees where she is, she leaves the box on her side of the door and continues on through.

A cup of coffee is definitely in order - and maybe she'll see some familiar faces here if she's lucky.

A woman wearing impressive high heels stalks into the bar, then stops short.

This isn't House's office, Cuddy notes, with added regret - she'd been on her way to give him a strong earful after a new set of lawsuits had been delivered to her office this morning.

She can't say she's all too eager to see Milliways - the last time she was here was a little, well, sensitive. Hands resting on slender hips, she taps one index finger, casting a quick glance around the room.

Eames was in a decisively different form the last time he was here.

The job had gone off without a hitch, and he hadn't even been forced to explain his brief leave of absence from within the dream.

He's beginning to like this place more and more, if the way he's got himself seated in one of the comfier lounge chairs is any indication, feet propped up on a small table, cigarette in hand. He takes another drag, drawing the smoke in, then lets it lazily ghost out of his mouth.

Last, but not least, there is a Chuck sitting at one of the tables.

She's got a plateful of cup pies on her left and an impressive supply of plastic wrap on her right.

In the midst of her wrapping, she may stop to take a break - and sneak a bite of one of the cup pies when she thinks no one is watching.

[ ooc: open until their nexts. ]

numbered_doctor

["I regret the conversations we never had,
the time we did not spend together.
I regret that I never told him that he made me happy,
when I was in his company.
The world was the better for his being in it.
These things alone do I now regret:
things left unsaid.
And he is gone, and I am old."]

It's a pale and shaking Thirteen that finds herself in Milliways this afternoon. Bloody and bedraggled, she's woodenly stumbling her way inside, moving unseeingly for a few steps before realizing where she's ended up.

Once her presence in the bar registers, the young doctor just shakes her head and turns on her heel, only to be met with a blank expanse of wall in place of her door. For a few moments, her shell shocked exterior evaporates, giving way as Thirteen proceeds to pound at the wall, screaming a good handful of insults at it and leaving bloody marks.

Next comes the bone-weary exhaustion, and the young doctor just rests her head briefly against the bloodied bit of wall before sinking slowly to the ground, back against the wall and head bowed towards her knees.

...at least the blood isn't hers?

lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com

Chuck's in the kitchen! Baking pies!

Or attempting to, at least.

At present, there happens to be more flour on her face and hands than actually on the table underneath the pie crust she's currently using a roller to flatten out - but she has a happy expression on her face, and she's humming something from one of her aunts' old records underneath her breath as she works.

Hopefully, someone in the bar likes peaches.

Reese is sitting at the far end of the bar, staring at one of the more peculiar patrons of Milliways without trying to make it look as though she's actually staring.

She's just never seen anyone that - blue before.

Shaking her head, she stares down into the dregs of her coffee mug. Even after all this time, she's still trying to convince herself she's not hallucinating any of this.

Beckett is trying to remember the last time the bar surprised her in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom.

By the way she's looking around, slowly blinking sleep from her eyes: it was a very long time ago.

She's already awake; she's got a call about a double murder in Greenwich Village, but Bar makes better coffee than she could at this hour, and she'll be able to get a real jump-start on her morning this way.

(She's not awake enough to realize her thoughts are starting to drift to the kind that are not related to work in any way, shape or form.)

Last, but certainly not least, there's a doctor in the house - with daughter in tow.

Cuddy has seemingly mastered the ability to hold Rachel with one hand and sip her afternoon latte with the other.

It really is the little things in life sometimes.

[ tiny tags: dani reese, mark hoffman, otto chriek ]
[ ooc: open until their nexts. ]

numbered_doctor

The appearance of Milliways [and ultimately, Cubefall], rather than her kitchen, brings a find smile to the doctor's face. Making her way to the Bar, she orders a beer and begins idly playing with the Legos she finds here.

After a few minutes, Bar decides to give her her choices for the year; there's something robotic and form-fitting, a breed of cat she doesn't quite recognize, her male self, and finally, her teenage self.

She mulls over the choices, and eventually chooses number four, placing her beer on her counter before selecting it on the floating screen.

A moment later, she's shorter, slimmer [she had forgotten how much of a runt she was 'till a year into college], and her beer is replaced by a bottle of Jones soda.

"Hey, give me my beer back!"

A napkin appears on the bar counter.

You're not over 21 anymore.

Thirteen'll just be over here, by the Bar, scowling, while Bar laughs at her.

justdidntseeit

[ out of (and into) milliways:

I really thought I was okay

I really thought I was just fine ]

[ ooc: warnings for an adult language cameo in the first link ]

numbered_doctor

( Thirteen has had a hell of a morning, and ) when she spots Milliways on the other side of the door instead, she lets out a relieved sigh and quickly darts inside. Moments after she's inside, she can feel herself shift, and, after a quick glance down at himself, and running a hand experimentally over newly-grown stubble, Thirteen looks skyward, still dripping.

"You hate me, don't you?"

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Taking advantage of a quiet evening. ]

[ warning for adult situations ]

useslatin.livejournal.com

House heads to his office and opens the door. The office, from the outside, has glass walls. It does not show what through the door shows. He leans his head into the door, notes what he sees, leans back and looks through the glass, notes what he sees, before popping a few more pills and limping through the door.

Perhaps he needs to cut back on the medication.

Perhaps someone should tell him where he is?

Open until he gets a new one!

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

There's a Dean of Medicine in the bar, on what appears to be her fourth cup of coffee.

Yes. It's been one of those days.

She takes another sip of the stimulating caffeine, sighing softly, and goes back to sorting through files of lawsuits, fingertips briefly massaging at her temple.

sunbaked_baker

(OOM: After Sunshine had her run-in with the cultured gentleman-pire, Thirteen was kind enough to offer her a safe place to sleep, and then comfort her when nightmares threatened. Things got awkward, however, when Thirteen's girlfriend walked in on them.

As things do.)

justdidntseeit

whitetextiswhite

Kate's at the bar, leaving a handful of notes and ~~incredibly belated~~ gifts for AndrAIa, Bart Allen, Coreen Fennel, Dani Phantom, Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dr. Simon Tam, Enzo, Felix of Vale, Matrix, Nathan Petrelli, Rabastan LeStrange, The Question, and Val Von Doom.

Glancing toward the tab board, she nods to herself, then leaves gifts for Demeter, Doc Scurlock, Kate Barlow, Kate Beckett, and Paul Avery.

With a quiet thank you and a soft smile, Kate heads back upstairs; she still has a couple of presents to deliver to a certain sheriff.

[ ooc: closed to actual threads, as i'm ~~uber lame~~ about to head out ~~into the frozen tundra~~ to run some errands (ick, grownupdom), but feel free to tag in with your character receiving their gift here if you like! ]

numbered_doctor

Thirteen has Rachel with her again today, as she lounges in Milliways. The two are sprawled out on one of the couches, Thirteen on her back and Rachel resting on top of her as Thirteen reads from a fairly familar book.

"...Would you eat them
in a box?
Would you eat them
with a fox?

Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I would not eat them here or there.
I would not eat them anywhere.
I would not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am..."

Rachel for one, is absolutely loving the story, as Thirteen is doing voices to go along with the characters and the grumpy one sounds suspiciously like a certain, limping boss of hers.

Audiences and mockery are welcome.

numbered_doctor

Today, Thirteen has Rachel with her in Milliways, and she's currently bouncing the swiftly growing child in her lap as she speaks softly to her, occasionally pointing out nearby things for the infant's benefit.

"And that, kiddo, is a rat. Can you say rat?"

"agapha!"

"Errr. Not quite."

[ooc: Open forever]

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

Minimalist EP.

Minimalist Dean of Medicine in a bar at the end of the universe with her adopted daughter.

Cuddy is attempting to soothe said daughter with a bottle; eventually, to her relief, Rachel accepts it, and within fifteen minutes, falls asleep in Cuddy's arms on the couch.

She'll head back through eventually, but for a while, she's just content to hold her in front of the fire.

numbered_doctor

The bar, as all patrons learn sooner or later, has a twisted sense of humor, and thus, as depicted on a certain carton if ice cream, there is an ornately clad pirate-captain-doctor standing confusedly in the middle of the bar taking in her abrupt wardrobe change.

"Oh come on. Really?"

numbered_doctor

It's lame, corny and cliche, and Thirteen regrets the suggestion the moment it comes out of her mouth, but Cuddy agreed to the idea with that soft smile of hers, and Thirteen's reluctance crumbled away. So now, the pair is seated on a blanket on the grass outside Milliways, Cuddy holding Rachel in her lap while Thirteen dishes out some of the food they brought out.

The scene is domestic and sweet, and Thirteen wouldn't have it any other way.

[ooc: Two and a half pups for the price of one, come say hello!]

born-to-it.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Donovan walks into the bar, backwards, talking on a big marrow-bone-sized late 1990s cell phone.

He stares at it when the other side doesn't answer, and only then realises he has stumbled into Milliways, and not where he was expecting to go.

He puts the phone away, sits on a bar stool, and flops dramatically over the bar herself for a moment.

"Oh, hi, glad to be back. It's hell out there," he murmurs to the long piece of sentient wood.

Then, he sits up straight. "A glass of tequila, neat, please!"

numbered_doctor

It's nice been nice out, albeit a little cold and Thirteen's been outside walking. She's inside now, pink-cheeked and burrowed into her jacket as she sits near the fireplace defrosting.

Once she's warmed up a bit, she glances back towards the bar, pondering if she really wants to get up and get something warm to drink, or not.

numbered_doctor

[OOM: The Further Domestication of a Numerically Nicknamed Doctor.]

numbered_doctor

Cleverly disguised in Chucks and leather jacket, there's a doctor in the bar tonight. She's tucked herself into a corner booth, and she's sipping contently at a mug of tea as she watches the other patrons.

Botherable.

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

Cuddy may or may not have made off with some more of the cookies from the tables decorated with rainbows for the National Coming Out Day, and is in the process of quite literally taking a load off her feet.

Only this actually comes in the form of holding the cookies in a napkin in one hand and her pumps in the other as she stands at the edge of the lake, letting the cool water lap over her bare feet.

After a while, she sets her shoes safely away from the water's edge and proceeds to eat another cookie.

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin hadn't expected to find a door into the bar today - he's not 'tending, as far as he knows. But then he catches what the date is here and it jogs a memory or two. He's been around on the last two years when there was a table set up for National Coming Out Day. But today? He doesn't see one and that has to be rectified. So, after a quick conversation with Bar he heads over to a table with some supplies and ten minutes later, there's a big sign up.

NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY
Come get your freak on

He hopes no one minds him doing this but figures what the hell. He's taken a prompt from the last time he saw this and most of the table is taken up with nametag stickers proudly stating "I Am ________ And I'm Proud Of It!". His own is filled in with "I'm Gay and Proud Of It!".

He's put out of few plates of cookies and jugs of soda and rainbow flags adorn the edges of the tables and the chairs nearby. Come grab a badge and hang out with people as weird as you!

[OOC: Backroom post up here. Open all the way through Tuesday!

01:30: Going to have to call it a night, I'm dozing off at the computer here. Thanks so much everyone, this has been a blast! I'll pick everything up tomorrow and new threads are still welcome. :)]

numbered_doctor

[OOM: Subtle Domestication, And The Young Doctor Who Falls For It.]

numbered_doctor

Thirteen's out by the lake this evening, perched out on some rocks and enjoying the last bit of sunshine for the day. The setting sun pants the sky brilliant colours and the doctor can't help but stay and watch, even as the temperature begins to drop a bit.

numbered_doctor

There's a doctor in the bar today, sprawled comfortably on a couch as usual as she enjoys her day off of work. She watches the observation window with some interest, occasionally dipping her hand into a bowl of kettle corn she's perched within reach.

Botherable.