milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lujayne forge

kessel-angel.livejournal.com

Lujayne's at the bar, glaring at a note that Inyri left her a while ago. She just likes to glare at it.

Glare.

Maybe she should stop before she hurts her eyes.

undignified

[OOM: Twenty-one pilots (plus one geekboy benefactory) in one room = best squadron briefing ever. Rated C for Crack, P for Pastries, and W for Whoa, the cleaning crew's not gonna like that mess. (Mun loves you all.)]

corsec-jedi.livejournal.com

Corran inna bar.

With a lomin-ale.

Come. Amuse him.

~~[OOC: Responses may be slow--mun's half-heartedly typing a paper while he's at it.~~ Gave up. Most of it's done anyway. Tag away!]

kessel-angel.livejournal.com

One Forge sister is in the bar.

She's the dead one. And she's enjoying an Earth drink called a martini. She likey.

Come and chat!

velocitygirl

They sit next to each other on a couch, watching the universe end, Inyri's head on Lujayne's shoulder as Lujayne keeps a tight grip on her little (older) sister's hand.

Something's happened, that much is obvious, from the tear stained face of Inyri, and the grim anger on Lujayne's visage.

They are up for prodding, however.

twostandingby

Tycho sits at a table out of the way of the general flow of people. It's his second day in Milliways, and he wants to take stock of the other patrons and look around more before he goes throwing himself into the middle of the place; caution is the key. When he asked the Bar for something to eat, he'd been provided with a bowl of an unfamiliar red-orange soup and a chunk of bread, which he's now eating; he's not sure he's ever come across this before, but it's good and he's not inclined to complain about food after the years of eating military rations.

He's wearing the same clothes as yesterday, minus the jacket, and considerably more rumpled now. He wishes that he had a datapad or something to look at; he has yet to figure out that the Bar can provide more than food, drink, and room keys. He eats and he watches quietly.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

On a table near one side of the bar, Mark is sitting, his leg propped up on a chair, crutches beside him, and camera pieces sprawled out around him. Directly in front of him is a bucket of some sort of slightly-smelly cleaning solution, and a set of brushes. Mark's cleaning his camera. Anyone want to interrupt?

undignified

There's a pilot in a bright orange flightsuit at the Bar, with -- for some reason -- two patches on the sleeve instead of just one. Rogue Squadron, for those who know, plus something rather odd.

He's writing a couple of notes, which he leaves with Bar, each accompanied by one of the odd patches.

( Han Solo )
( Face Loran )

There. He thinks that's everything. He'll try and find Lando later some time, for quartermaster duties, and Wedge, well, he's got to find a hiding place to go to afterwards before he can even think about finding Wedge.

Time to go do that!

[ooc: er. still uncertain. but maybe locked? ping!]

farmboyrebel.livejournal.com

Oh, look. Dead pilot inna bar. He's at Bar proper, drinking a lum, and watching people. That strange blonde man with the holocam from last night doesn't seem to be around, so he's looking for someone to talk to. Entertain the poor boy, please.

farmboyrebel.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: The Last Flight of Biggs Darklighter Warning for, well, explostions and death.]

In front of the door, something explodes. But not really. There is a lot of smoke, and a lingering smell of burning electronics, but it does not seem anything is hurt. When the acrid-smelling smoke clears, a figure in an orange flight-suit and helmet is sitting on the floor with a confused look. Standing and taking off his helmet, because really, who wants to meet the afterlife with a helmet on, Biggs looks around.

"Woah. No one told me the afterlife was a bar. I wonder how the lum is." Biggs Darklighter has come to Milliways.

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