milliways_bar | Entries tagged with mars

The man who has been calling himself Mars comes storming in today with a fair bit of blood on his person, most of it centered around his left hand and arm. He's also carrying a bloody shiv and when he gets to the bar she materializes a bar towel just in time to catch it.

"Can I have a..." he starts to say when another towel, moist and warm, appears beside a bowl and a cup and pot of green tea. "Thanks," he says with a smile and starts to clean himself off. "I knew there was a reason I liked coming here."

golden_lyre

Orpheus has cordoned off a corner of the bar today.

Well, sort of.

He's set up a barrier of chairs around one of the corner booths. Far enough apart for people to easily get between them but close enough that it's clearly deliberate. On one of the chairs is a handwritten sign reading:

CAUTION:
Musician at work.
Approach at your own risk

The sarcasm meant in this warning is likely only evident to a few.

The musician in question is settled in the booth with his guitar in his lap, quietly strumming a tune of vague, smug amusement--a feeling that will not stretch beyond the barrier of chairs.

hecu_marine

Despite having earned the damn thing after that fishing trip with Nepeta, Shephard hasn't been able to bring himself to use the tablet just yet. Today, he figures, is as good a day as any for it- might as well get what he can out of the way before he goes home and time starts flowing again. Nobody around here's going to think it's weird, not compared to all the other weird shit. Hell, they won't even notice.

(He hopes, anyway.)

So, yeah, there's a Marine settled over at one of the tables near the bar with some kind of vaguely organic-ish tablet computer on the table in front of him, set to 'simulate paper' mode. He's very studiously not looking at it even though he's taken off his usual elbow-length glove and the extremely realistic silver prosthetic that replaced pretty much everything below the joint is happily writing and writing and writing away while he works on lunch with his off hand.

The way he sees it, there's going to be a lot of this in his future, so he'd better get used to thinking of it as normal. But he could be bothered.

boston_bruiser

Is your pup in the gym?

Do they have a hankering for rap music?

Well, either way, they’d have to be deaf not to hear the sampling of underground hip-hop Voodoo’s put on for a workout mix.

His hands are taped, his shirt and shoes are off, and he’s currently working the everloving shit out of a speed bag in the corner.

(The mun would not be surprised if his music could be heard Bar-wide. Not in the least.)

[OOC: HOLY SHIT YOU GUISE. SO MANY TAGS. Open 'til I say otherwise, and I promise I'll keep up as best I can, just allow sporadic slowtimes for multiple threads. (And also flailing and hyperventilating into a paper bag.)]

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting in the bar today, with his new 'computator', and an even newer little printer, printing out things. Some of them are not particularly useful things; he is just fascinated by it all.

However, all in all, his mien is very dark and grimmer, darker and grimmer than it has been for a long time. What happened yesterday, still hurts deeply.

Myrrh is keeping him company, lying either on the paper, or the computer, as they were clearly made for cats to lie on, until Teja gently shifts her. In her black fur, a last lonely bit of blue glitter is sparkling, and when he touches and notices it, the smallest smile appears briefly upon Teja's grim face.-

tinytag: the huntsman

wheatencrown

After speaking with Orpheus in the infirmary, Demeter ordered a bottle of Nemean wine and swirls the wine in its glass. She doesn't like what's happened and while Milliways changes many things, Orpheus is of her family and Teja overstepped his bounds.

Now is not the time or the place for her to act and she knows that though its difficult. Her family has ever been good at acting as opposed to thinking, Orpheus learned that from them as well as how powerful the proper evocation can be.

Tonight she will drink and learn more of what transpired, from her Teja might receive a warning because Orpheus is Apollo's.

Around her the air smells of summer ripeness and the heavy waiting before a storm breaks, she is trying to control that storm.

Tiny tag: The Huntsman
(OOC: Warning for slows going into the week as I move but this is open for ages. Also for the sake of millitime and explanations, the Teja thread happens first.)

callipygos

"It's okay, baby girl," Aphrodite murmurs, stepping behind the counter and sweeping her golden hair into an impeccably careless bun.

"You have your beauty sleep. Leave it all to me."

A few moments, there is a specials board written in a graceful, looping hand.

+ THURSDAY SPECIALS +

Redhead In Bed (strawberries, sugar, citron vodka, lime juice, riesling)

Morning After (absinthe, anisette syrup, egg white, club soda)

Call Me A Cab (crown royal, amaretto, irish cream)

Tell me the story and drink half off.

[ooc: basic info on aphrodite now new and improved over here! here until I cry uncle, babies; TAG AT WILL. hit me up here with questions!]

no_justice

Death, and three of his friends, ride past the observation window.

On the outside.

He pauses long enough to wave.

starrydome

It's been a long night and there is still a while yet till first light. But he cannot abide opening any more chests with old treasures - and memories, let's not forget memories - tonight. So he has gone here instead and has settled down close to the fire, a mug of mulled, spicy wine at hand and a slightly distant look in his eyes.

Who knows, he might be sleeping.

He wouldn't mind distraction. Anything to take his mind off the neatly ordered piles of notes, maps and lists, left over from The Last Alliance.

u2642

The Front Door opens, admitting a large man in blue denim and no shirt, holding a juvenile goat. He stops, realizing instantly that he is not in his barn, takes a look around and then cocks his head to one side as if listening to something. Nodding, he turns to set the goat down and gives it a push back through the door. "Looks like your medicine will have to wait, Macbeth," he says before closing the door and turning back to the bar.

He then makes his way to the bathrooms to wash up, all the while looking the place over. Finally, he sits at the Bar and waits for a server. Some coffee would be good but dang has this place changed since...well since Emperor Constantine. His finger taps as he'd really like some coffee. Someone want to let the semi-new guy know how much the bar has changed?

[OOC: *I should give create to Apollo-mun for the idea of him not having been in a long time as they did with Apollo. =]

fromtheoldcountry

An extremely old man enters the bar. His gait is surprisingly sprightly for a man of his age, and he enters whistling an eerily beautiful war hymn from the Old Country.

He pauses in the doorway for a moment, standing proudly and giving a satisfied sigh. Then he opens his arms wide and smiles broadly. "After all these years, I've finally made it!" he exclaims. "Milliways!"

He looks back over his shoulder and whistles out the door. A small white terrier follows him in.

"Melvin can't come in right now," the dog says. "He's busy throwing up in the parking lot."

"I'm sure he'll be around in a minute," he says. "Being partially digested by a vomitoid omniform can be a stressful experience for some people. Especially when it's your first time."

The two make their way toward the bar.

"Hope this place is as good as you say it is," the dog says. "I'm starving."

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