milliways_bar | Entries tagged with malu

12goingon113.livejournal.com

Milliways is often host to a bevy of strange and unusual animals. From horses to talking turtles to trilobites to...flying bison?

...

Huh. Well there's something you don't see every day.
No seriously, go look! There's a 2,000 pound white and brown FLYING BISON out by the lake munching on some grass. And some leaves....and really, anything made of green stuff that he can get his teeth around.

Not far from the bison is a young boy of about 12 years of age sporting some rather impressive ink. He's attempting to sneak up on a family of turtleducks. Thus far they haven't seemed to notice him.

[OOC: hi! this is aang's mun. this particular incarnation of aang is not the same as the previous incarnation of aang. so should you happen to know him from before, he won't remember you. in fact, he won't really remember much of anyone from avatar: the last airbender unless they happened to appear in a flashback. you see, he's only just run away...]

princeinexile

It's like a special engagement. The Midnight Showing. You know, that one time you get to see that one thing again? Maybe a rare showing of a cult favorite. It's always when you least expect it and rarely when you're ready (however you need to prepare) for it.

The Bar is like that. Zuko knows it. But he figured, a while ago, he was done with it. It had let him out into the world and it had not let him back in. He had left a student -- he had left friends and arguably, those who he could consider family. Sometimes he missed them; he missed the smell of loam and fur, bakeries that invoked a longing for a mother's touch, and dogs. After nearly two years away, he has tried to forget women with blonde hair (and the trouble they bring) and he's only been semi-successful.

But when once crown prince Zuko, now Fire Lord Zuko, at the tender age of eighteen, finds the door to his study has become the bar, he stands there, a bit dumbfounded. He is not what he was, standing in his long robes, hair done up in the queue of his station,the golden flame of the fire nation set into the knot. A lot has changed in the last couple of years for one young man. Not enough, though, that he doesn't remember something simple, something like home.

"Just a smoking mountain, Bar," he says as he approaches, and settles in to stare across a crowd that he recognizes some, doesn't others.

It has been a long time, hasn't it?

[A limited engagement showing of one Fire Lord Zuko, post animated series, after a very long absence of bar, in honor of the ATLA movie being universally loathsome. Get him while he's hotter then Dev Patel, people. You won't get another opportunity anytime soon!

CLOSED TO NEW TAGS. Thanks for the warm reception!

Tiny Tag Totally Like Aang: NARUTO]

of-atlantis.livejournal.com

[OOM: Four Thousand Years]

The Kida who walks into the Bar today is very much not the one from the last time. She'd older, for one, and lithe, a grown woman turned warrior. She almost remembers this place, as if from a dream she'd had years ago, and mostly forgotten.

It has been a very long time for her, indeed. She might remember you, if you come jog her memory.

of-atlantis.livejournal.com

A little girl wanders into the bar, with no parent, or sibling, or even a dog.

She stops, and stares, blinking very round blue eyes. There is nothing like this in Atlantis! She takes a slightly hesitant step forward, anklets clinking together when she moves. Her parents will never believe this when she tells them...and there are so many funny-looking people.

They have all different hair colors, and skins! Certainly not Atlantean. Pardon her while she wanders around staring at people, and perhaps trying to climb up to see what the little...wall-like thing is, that people are sitting at.

[tiny brand-new tag: Kida]

six-ofone.livejournal.com

One would likely judge from the woman's demeanor that Six had become accustomed to whatever it is she has wandered into. She's settled at the bar with a cup of coffee, one hand on the side with her finger tapping gently over the rim. Her eyes wander around the room, with a subtlety that suggests nothing more than a casual surveillance.

None of this is really true. But there's nothing about her that betrays this.

[ooc: Car keys bait for Malu and Reno, open to anyone.]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Hektor's armies taught Spoon two things. One was how to use a spear, and the other was that he's never going to be terribly good with them compared to other things. This isn't an excuse to stop practising, though. It means that, as much as he may hate doing it he's got to do it more.

Which is why there is a fully (if terribly) dressed werewolf in yautja braids wielding a Trojan spear and shield as he does what practise he can alone.

Car-keys bait for: Malu the Airbender and Juliet Burke, anyone welcome.

thedivineright.livejournal.com

The door does not blow off it's hinges.

That would be, in a word, gauche.

There is the faint waft of smoke up from the bottom of it however, before it swings open and a young woman (barely more than a girl but still dressed neck to toe in armor fit for war) steps through. Her sharp aristocratic features might bear a familial resemblance to someone you know.

"Zu-" she stops, stock still for a moment as she assesses her surroundings. Sufficed to say, this is not the room she was intending to walk into.

A moment later the calculating expression is gone, though, to one of pleasant ease.

"Zuzu?" She calls, sweetly, letting the door close behind her as she begins her wandering of this unfamiliar territory.

[OOC Note: Azula is under new management and being restarted, set shortly before The Avatar and the Firelord. ... Also I'm totally at work right now, so slowtimes plz. >_>]

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.)

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!))

seeswithherfeet.livejournal.com

[OOM: Toph is annoyed with everyone. (Spoilers for The Western Air Temple.)]

The door to Milliways flies open and Toph comes sailing through, landing on her face in the middle of the floor. She pushes herself up with her arms, grumbling things that would make a sailor blush. She scurries across the floor on her hands and knees until she reaches a table. Letting out a groan, she pulls herself into a chair, careful not to touch the pink and tender soles of her feet against the floor.

It's been a while since she's been in the bar, so she keeps an ear out for familiar voices. She plays with a fork that she grabbed from the table as she listens, molding it absentmindedly into various strange shapes.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche tumbles in through the painting above the fireplace, already laughing, and makes a beeline for the Bar to claim some sweets before he goes out to the tree fort.

succeed-youmust.livejournal.com

Yoda has been doing a lot of meditating lately. The Force hasn't been giving him answers, though, so he is simply sitting in a chair and resting his chin on his hand.

Maybe his own brain will provide him with answers?

nosafetynet.livejournal.com

Ty Lee props her chin on her hands, dejectedly looking out through the lone window of the inn as rain sheets down.

"It's just rain," she complains quietly. "I don't see why we have to stay in here-- it's an adventure, walking in the rain!"

Without looking over at her, or allowing much expression into her voice, Mai points out, "Everything is an adventure for you, Ty Lee." She sighs, "Though I do admit that this place is almost as boring as Omashu."

"We can fix that!" Ty Lee claps her hands together excitedly and jumps from her seat, beckoning for her friend to follow her. "Things are only boring if you let them be!"

Mai stands up, it's not like there's anything better to do, "You remember what happened last time you decided to 'make things less boring'?"

"Yes," Ty Lee says, and turns a neat cartwheel to hide her grin. "It was very exciting. Come on, then, let's go--"

She seizes her friend's hand and marches through the entrance to the inn's kitchen.

"--Mai," Ty Lee says after a long pause as the two girls take in their surroundings. "What happened to the kitchen?"

wildandseawhite.livejournal.com

[OOM: The unicorn runs through a different night.]

She knows as soon as she sets her hoof down that she walks under a different moon. The unicorn stands stock still near the edge of the forest, her horn still chiming with the magic that brought her here; and long after the resonant sound dies away, the light of her horn fading with it, she does not move.

She quests with all her senses, body and magic, to discover her surroundings. She knows instinctively that she is nowhere near King Haggard's country, and that her traveling companions are now just as far away. Strange as it is, the air here is a welcome change from that of Haggard's forest; it smells of green growing things, fresh water, varied life in abundance. And throughout it all, the overwhelming scent of a magic unlike any she has ever encountered.

The unicorn moves, eventually, slipping through the forest without sound. Catching sight of the lake's moonlit glimmer, she breaks free of the cover of the trees, wary of the unknown but drawn by the promise of water. She does not need to drink, but it's been too long since she's tasted water untainted by Haggard's blight.

ooc: The unicorn is from Peter S. Beagle's book The Last Unicorn, and is new to Milliways. I'll be here for about an hour, then must go to work -- just couldn't wait to post! Slowtime very welcome as that's what I'll be doing after tonight. Feel free to ping me with any questions!

favoured-azula.livejournal.com

Door opens.

This in itself is not unusual. The fact that a girl walks in is also not unusual. Her dress may seem a little weird (a red uniform...with gold rimming...gold like her eyes), but this is Milliways.

Her look of suprise is fleeting before she schools her features into an emotionaless mask, cold eyes calculating. Her gait is that of a soldier, a protege, a perfect child.

And she might just look the tiniest bit like Zuko...an unperfect child.

Welcome to Milliways, Princess Azula, of the Fire Nation.

[ooc: Back now. :D]

fire-admiral.livejournal.com

Somewhere very far away, the Moon's been restored and the ocean is driven mad with rage. And someone held out a hand in a last desperate offer of help, and had it rejected-

Fool! raged that faraway ocean. Idiot! Until you learn the sense you should have had, you shall not see this world the more! And a door opened between the ocean and another body of water, somewhere that's on no map or chart.

Were Ed the Master Shark still resident in the Milliways lake, he might well notice that part of the water just got a good deal saltier. Of course, the half-drowned armoured man in that water might be of more interest to him, since the man's attempts to get away and head for shore probably look a good deal like distress at first.

azure-mercy.livejournal.com

Following her conversation with Asar-Suti, Zhaan leaves a note on the board.

( For Malu or Russell the alchemist )

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti was ready, and waiting for his new gardeners.

He had brought out one of the lawn tables and fairly covered it with lists and plans and boxes full of well-labelled seed packages; there was tea and coffee and mugs for everybody; there were new green aprons and wellie boots for those that needed them. He'd brought a book or two about magical herbs as well, and a notebook to take down names and jobs and schedules.

He was outside early, ready to begin.

[[OOC: Party post rules - tag in your charrie, then thread-hop and meet each other. Of course, Asar-Suti will get to all of them eventually! For what is known about the garden from the last two years, please refer to this post. Thanks, and have fun!]]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Once more, Asar-Suti had a sign on his table:

Talk to me about gardening!

Otherwise, he was again curled up comfortably in his favourite chair by the fireplace, with a fat magical book and a large purple mug of coffee. And cookies that Gil refilled yesterday. The cookies, though, he would share.

[[OOC: Locked to the remaining people interested in gardening or magical herbs, as per Friday's note - not just those that already replied to the note, your charrie can apply spontaneously if you missed the original announcement. Slowtime welcome!]]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Signs Of Spring Spotted! Gardening Season Starts Again!

Dear population of Milliways,
being in charge of the garden, I am looking for:

5 to 7 paid assistant gardeners, Bound, and not suited to bar or security work (too young, too pregnant, too nonviolent etc.) If you used to work for me one of the former seasons, please reapply, I am hiring from scratch!
Any healers or mages that need certain herbs grown in the garden; if you tell me what these are, or provide seeds, seedlings etc. along with instructions, we will grow them for you!
Hobby gardeners who would like to cultivate their own patch because they love gardening!

Please reply to this message with a note if you fit either of the three categories and are interested. I will be available for you to talk to over the weekend; work will start early next week.
Thank you for your attention!

Asar-Suti

fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com

[OOM:She can't stay away, it seems]
Fran returns several hours Millitime after she posted the notice re: puppies. Now she has the box of five puppies in tow. She's moving a little awkwardly as she finds an empty seat at the Bar to check for any notes. She's surprised but pleased to see that there's already a couple of interested parties.
She scribbles return notes to Malu and Gavroche, both of which ( read the same )
That done, she asked for ice for her wrist. It was still aching. She was going to have a bruise or three, too, after that fall.

Botherable.

fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com

Fran's in the Bar.
She looks around at all the puppets. At first she thinks it's some weird festival, but then
she realizes...holy ****, these are the patrons...

"Eeeep!" She checks herself. No, she's not puppeted.

She heads for a corner booth.
Halfway there, she stops and goes back to the bulletin board, tacking up a notice.

Mixed breed puppies, looking for a good home. Free to the right people. Ready to go soon. Leave a message for Fran Goldsmith with Bar if you're interested. Or if you know me, come and ask in person, if you see me.

Open to anyone.

astral-brat.livejournal.com

Ben notices the transition from shuttle to bar as he steps through the door from the cockpit, but he pays it little attention. His mind is focused on the pain in his stomach that still makes him wince every so often ... and the question he can't quite seem to answer, the confusion of why did Nelani have to die?

He doesn't understand it, it's not fair -- Nelani was nice, a good Jedi, and that other woman, Brisha whatever-her-last-name-was, she was okay too. But that stupid Sith killed them.

Sure, Jacen killed the stupid Sith afterwards -- but that doesn't make it fair.

"Hey," he greets Bar as he climbs on a stool. "Can I get a hot chocolate? Thanks."

nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com

If Aang were the type to keep a journal, a sampling of entries would have sounded like this:

Day One (Post-iceburg)

Have been freed from iceburg where I was apparently trapped for a hundred years by a pretty girl. Hundred years = bad. Pretty girl = good. Pretty girl's brother = funny-looking when covered in bison snot.

Now: penguin-sledding with pretty girl! Yey!

Day Five

Sokka in a dress. Ahaha.

Day Fifteen

Sliding around Omashu still fun!

Day Sixteen

Bumi also still crazy. But it's okay because he's a genius!

Day Twenty-six

Getting stuck in caves = not always a bad thing

Which leads up to what today's imaginary entry in Aang's imaginary journal would read...

Day Thirty-Something...I think.

Need real food. Onion and banana juice is not real food, no matter how "spiritually sustaining" Guru Pahtick claims it is. Suspect that he, like most old people I've ever met, is slightly crazy. Still not fully realized Avatar yet.

Now he'd have something else to add to that imaginary entry: Went to bar, because he stumbled in barefoot and half-asleep, rubbing at his eyes, after a night of strange dreams involving connected pools of water filled with onions and bananas.

His stomach spoke first, growling loudly, and then he spoke next, deliriously happy: "Real food!"

And ran over to the bar.

Welcome back to Milliways, you bald little monkey.

masterofsoresu

This is only the third time this Jedi has come in the front door. The second time was when he returned from the Foliage Census takedown. The first was when he arrived in response to Anakin's call.

This time, he's in his Jedi robes, not that Colonel Sanders suit, and he's got the hood down, not up. He seems to have come a long way, but it's not clear in which direction.

He writes a brief note, pins it to the bulletin board... then takes it down briefly, passes it to Bar, and gets it back, written in alphabetic letters this time rather than Aurebesh. ( Here's what it says. )

That done, he orders grain cakes and mineral water and settles back to enjoy them. He's always botherable.