milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lore

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

Data is over by the fireplace, playing the violin. Spot is curled up next to him, looking very comfortable.

It is the first violin part to Bach's Air on a G String, if anyone is curious.

Botherable, as always. Feel free to interrupt, or wait until he is finished playing.

Lore has been out of the cells for a while, but he may or may not have been up in his room, sulking. He seems in a much better mood today, for some reason, and he's wearing… a black leather jacket and sunglasses??? He'll just be over here, smirking at and/or ignoring people, with his feet up on the table.

Eiji has a parfait, which he really shouldn't be eating. He's decided he wants to come back here tomorrow, since apparently it's almost Valentine's Day here! He's used to getting lots of chocolate from girls, and though it might be a long shot, he's hoping that maaaaaaybe someone will leave him a little something?

But in the meantime… ice cream!

Rosalie is outside on the beach again, watching the sunset. She's taken off her jacket to reveal a light blue tank top underneath. One might very easily notice that her skin is sparkling slightly in the dimming light.

[OOC: May be slightly slow at first. Let me know who you're tagging! Open until I say so.]

thats-not-data.livejournal.com

[(Sort-of)OOM: "Lore, I have a a surprise for you."]

An android walks into the bar, entering from upstairs. There's a slight smile on his face, and an air about him, like he's ready to take over the world.

Or the bar.

But don't worry, he's not going to… Not yet, anyway.

Right now, he's content to head over to Bar to ask for a glass of champagne. He leans on her wooden surface and surveys the room contentedly.

[OOC: Posting this now for timeline purposes, but will not be back to tag until tomorrow morning (Monday for me; GMT+9).

Not plotlocked or anything, but be careful—he's got a phaser.]

thats-not-data.livejournal.com

A signal, originating from the 8th floor and lasting for a couple of seconds, has just passed through the bar. It might possibly disrupt any computerized apparatus that happens to be present and operating in Milliways.

Also, those with excellent hearing might hear two heavy objects hit the floor simultaneously upstairs.

[OOC: Taggable for reactions. See this back room post for more information.]

katyafeline.livejournal.com

The door opens, and no one comes in. On the other side is a somewhat normal, if more upscale than average, hotel lobby.

And then the door closes.

For a lot of people, this slightly bizarre event is over.

For the demon bunnies out back, it's not a good night. Because Tiger Cub, fully enraged and spoiling for a fight, any fight, has come into the bar. And since she knows the humans are off-limits and the watch here (even without a treaty) won't let her hunt the vampires and werewolves and such, she goes for the bunnies.

If someone is observant, they may see the bunnies in panicked defense tonight, odd ones out of the pack disappearing at random moments and reappearing later, messily dead.

If someone is very observant, they may see the flash of a striped hide and golden eyes.

If someone is an Other... this is what a shape-shifting battle mage looks like when she's pissed.

thats-not-data.livejournal.com

Lore hasn't been in the bar since Halloween.

He comes downstairs a bit more slowly than usual, looking around somewhat warily. But he doesn't see his brother, and he doesn't see any sort of notice posted that might have to do with him, so he steps off the stairs and walks straight over to Bar.

Several minutes and many napkins later, he's still agruing with her.

"I'm just asking for a lousy phaser," he insists. "For self-defense!" Another napkin appears. "What do you mean, you don't believe me? I was murdered! Can you blame me for wanting to protect myself?"

Another napkin. He reads it and kicks Bar in a fit of frustration.

He takes a step back, though, forcing himself to calm down. He doesn't want to get thrown into the cells for any sort of violence just yet.

"You're being unfair, you know," he tells Bar. "People bring in weapons all the time. It's not my fault I'm stuck here."

Another napkin. "I don't want to hear it," Lore says, balling it up without even reading it.

[OOC: Open until I say so! Last chance to catch Lore before his brother comes looking for him and crap happens. :3]

not_his_pa

[OOM: Getting the herd in.]

William's expecting more cold when he pushes the barn door not warmth and sounds.

He's dressed for the trail with his hat, a jacket over two shirts with his collar pulled up tight and wool gloves and a thin layer of dust over everything.

As he looks around, he shifts the rifle in his hands so that he can be ready to fire as he says quietly, "The hell's this?"

Tiny tag with a rifle: William Evans
(OOC: Yes, William has a rifle, he probably won't fire but if you're not comfortable with the chance a gun might be aimed at your pup, don't tag. He'll be unarmed later.)

visible_sariel

For whatever reason, Sariel didn't get becostumed the last time she was in the bar. Maybe someone supposed that the dream she had was enough for one day.

She didn't luck out this time, though. Two steps beyond the door there's a shimmer, and her uniform is . . . Well. Her uniform is a carnival costume, complete with long swishy green skirt, equally green blouse liberally dusted with gold sequins, and sparkly gold mask. Thank goodness her shoes don't have heels. Tiny little bells, yes, but not heels.

"Honestly, Bar...?" Her objection's half-hearted, exhaled on a resigned sigh. "I had forgotten."

It could be much worse, she supposes. It could be the angel wings again. Or the frighteningly short skirt of last century's uniform. Or another transformation.

OOC: All threads Millitimed to before Lore's.

vyvyan

Vyvyan is in the main bar, eating his housemate's sociology text book.

He also has a new sign.

'BARGINS!
50p for me to move to the next booth away.
£1 for three booths away!

Spechil offer!
£5 for Vyvyan insorance - show a vallid card, and I will go away on demand! Also I will not give you flees.

Cards vallid for one month after purchiss'

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

seigaku-no-neko.livejournal.com

A young redhead in dark blue plaid pajamas walks into the bar.

"Oh, what, now this place is in my bathroom??"

Eiji thinks for a moment, then disappears back through his door before reentering mere moments later.

He'll just be sitting here on the couch, playing video games on his Nintendo DS. If he starts looking sleepy, someone might want to tell him he needs to go to bed.

Lore is in and out of the bar today. Every time he comes in, he sits at one of the corner tables, his eyes darting around and taking in his surroundings with something like agitation. He seems restless, and often disappears upstairs for hours at a time. But one might easily catch him while he is just sitting there.

Careful, though… He seems to be in a slightly bad mood.

…Though he might pretend he wasn't if you thought he was someone else.

Data will be in one the booths for an hour or so, once again attending to the needs of his fickle feline friend. Spot seems to be getting spoiled with the food that Bar provides him.

As always, Data is very botherable. Though he seems to be thinking about something, and might not notice you right away.

Rosalie slipped outside in the late afternoon when she thought no one was looking. It appears to be a bit sunny out, after all.

She had no idea there was a beach in Milliways.

She'll be there at sunset. She's taken off her sweater and is currently in a tank top, so hopefully no one will show up and notice that there's something odd about her… Namely, that she sparkles.

If someone did show up, though, she's not paying attention.

Tiny!tag: Kikumaru Eiji

[OOC: Subject to slowtime, but open to anyone, 'til it scrolls! Tag whoever you like, just let me know who. ^^ Oh, also, this may be the last chance to catch Data or Lore before they discover each other… maybe. I haven't decided yet. Feel free to mention to Data that someone who looks like him has been acting weird.]

janebecomes

The last time that Jane was in Milliways, she has a rather worrying encounter with Edward Cullen, so this time, she is prepared. She has some letters to write; to her sister, to Tom and to Alice.

It doesn't take too long to find a seat by the fire with a helpful table for her papers and her tea.

She sits and starts to write, sometimes frowning at words with her scissors at the ready if she needs to cut something out.

srspirate

There is a raucous ruckus. A HORRIBLE crash. A scuffling, a clashing, a scraping and grunting. There is....

Music? Lots of music! And two men, laughing and jeering.

"Pustular abscess!"

"French dog!"

"Have AT you!"

They couldn't possibly still be at this, could they?

Perhaps an intervention is in order. Or, perhaps they just stepped on your favorite pirate cuisine, or spilled your best glass 'o grog. What will ye be doin' about that, eh matey?

[HAPPY TLAPD! Please assume there are other piratical festivities about; tag in for one or both, as both muns will be here pretty much all day! ♥]

Tiny Tags: Zaknafein Do'Urden, Mozzie, Edward Dalton

hallelujahpilot

Even Trudy can get sick to death of flying. It doesn't happen often, and rarely lasts long, but right now?

She is really sick of flying, and if she doesn't see her Samson for a day, it'll be too soon.

So one, short Marine pilot, stretched out over a couch with a book (murder mystery, as it happens. Light and easy and just about all her brain will allow right now). This couch? Oh, yeah. This is her couch.

(she might be persuaded to share, though)

morethanprops

Some days just don't go terribly well. Moist is having one of them and is happy to find Milliways on the other side of the door.

Farmers need to stop researching on their own, they discover things like the fact that some mines are actually owned by the dwarves.

Pitchforks are sharp and Moist thinks that he might be bleeding from the back of his calf, at least he's only in his second best suit, but this will make leaving town rather more complicated.

So he's limping his way towards the Bar, but might end up choosing a seat by the fire since its closer.

Tiny tag who needs to leave town: Moist von Lipwig

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

Lore hasn't talked to many people while he's been here—why, exactly, would he want to fraternize with inferior biological life forms?—but he has figured out a few things about Milliways, with a little bit of help. He knows how Bar works, and has a basic idea of how everything's laid out. Also, he was sure to find out the rules of this place, and the consequences for breaking them.

He'll consider that possibility more, later.

For the moment, he leaves his table finally and walks up to the Bar. After muttering a few instructions, he's eventually presented with a key. He takes it and heads up the stairs.

Mere moments later, an identical android in exactly the same uniform walks into the bar, carrying his cat. He asks for the usual meal for his pet, and goes to occupy one of the booths, no doubt one he has occupied before.

There seems to be something… different about him. Nothing tangible, certainly—he is simply sitting there, watching Spot eat, as he always does. But looking at his expression, one might say that he seems more thoughtful, or maybe even somehow tired.

…Or maybe you're just projecting some sort of emotional context onto a being who is incapable of emotion.

It's impossible to say, really.

[OOC: Open until his next post! Subject to slowtime. Oh, and feel free to mention it if your character saw someone who looks just like him walking upstairs...]

thats-not-data.livejournal.com

When the android walks into the bar, he looks confused for a moment, as if he's just been switched on.

He scans the room slowly—one might almost say suspiciously, if one didn't know any better. He then looks down at his familiar black-and-yellow Starfleet uniform…

And smiles.

He walks over to a seat in the corner, where he can observe the whole room. He'll just be sitting here, arms crossed, feet up on the table.

Uh… anyone care to ask why he's acting so weird today?

[OOC: Meet the pup formerly known as "Question Mark"! No one's surprised, really. Open to anyone 'til it scrolls, though it might be more fun if it's someone who's already met Data. Subject to slowtime.]

[Disclaimer here.]

[OOC2: Btw, for anyone else who has threads with me from before I posted those OOMs, I apologize for the epic slowtime. T.T I'll try to keep going on those, but feel free to request a fade at any point.]

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

[OOM: "You'd be surprised, Data… Feelings do funny things. You may even learn to understand your evil brother. To forgive him.

"We will be more alike, Data… you and I, you'll see. I'm… I'm happy for you."

"I question your sincerity, Lore."

"Perhaps with this, you'll learn to be more trusting, Data."]

[Spoilers for Star Trek: The Next Generation Episodes 6x26 and 7x1, "Descent: Part I + II."]

[OOC: Apologies for length… 43 total pages in MS Word, for reference. This includes all threads.]

antilifeforms.livejournal.com

Lore has a tall glass of hot chocolate on the table in front of him, which he inspects rather more than he drinks. He has decided to hold off on mischief for as long as it takes his brother to forget the little incident with Tahiri.

This leaves Lore very, very bored.

If anyone were to bother him, chances are he would be grateful. Not that he would admit it.