milliways_bar | Entries tagged with meg giry

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

There'll be scary ghost stories
and tales of the glories
of Christmases long long ago.]

stilljustandrew

[At Milliways, upstairs:

Some days after this, someone very sensibly ignores the sign on Andrew's door.]

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

There is a note at the bar, in scrawled but legible handwriting.

( For Meg )

stilljustandrew

[Part 1]
[Part 2]

Outside of Milliways, at the New York offices of Wolfram & Hart:

A handful of zhirelin (with a guest in tow) have set out to patrol the building.

Elsewhere, though, the battle has broken out in earnest -- both from within and, eventually, from without.

One member of the party goes off on his own to retrieve something he's lost, while two other members encounter someone that one of them once found. And a pair of siblings find each other ...

... while another pair fights for the object of their mission.

After which there's nothing to do but sound the retreat.

hopeitsworthit

[after this]

Dean's rolling his shoulders as he and Sammy come through the door.

What? That lawyer chick was heavy. And the lines of his suit are all fucked up.

Not that that matters.

Uh.

Anyway.

He looks at Sam, nodding toward a nearby table with line-of-sight to the door.

They'll keep an eye out for everyone else comin' back, just to make sure the hand-off of the Scythe goes smoothly.

No sense screwing up at this late a date, really.

Winchesters take pride in their work.

[plotlocked to characters returning from the W&H mission]

stilljustandrew

[Part 1]

Outside of Milliways:

Back at the undisclosed location, two members of the support staff discuss strategy, until they are interrupted by news of an important phone call.

The one who made the phone call, along with his team, has work of his own to do.

Spurred by said phone call, another member of the party starts on her own mission...

stilljustandrew

*Okay. There's starting to be a plan, now. Or at least the first outlines of one, and some ideas as to fleshing them out.*

*It's only been about forty-eight hours since the theft of the Scythe, and Andrew's shuttling nervously back and forth between Get The Plan Into Shape and What If None Of This Works?, and he could really use a break.*

*But for once, that's not why he's here tonight. This is, in fact, part of Get The Plan Into Shape.*

*Andrew's looking for help.*

[Not plotlocked, but likely to be plot-heavy. If you don't mind that, come on in!]

awesome_lilly

Thanksgiving had been... interesting. But in a mostly good way, until Lilly discovered her cable wasn't working. This happened occasionally, reception being a little extra tricky post-end of universe and all.

Unfortunately, this time it had happened right before a three-day marathon of Tentacles of Our Waves and Lilly was so not about to miss that.

Instead, she's put on cute pajamas, stolen the remote from Bar and colonized a comfy booth with a great view of the TV. There are pillows, sleeping bags, fruity drinks, not-so-fruity drinks and snacks.

Now all she needs are viewing buddies.

[ooc: Open to any and all tags all weekend long! See backroom post for details.]

kitchen_maid

[OOM: In Ambergeldar, Meg and Amy picnic. With discussion of enchanted princes, court fashion, and life in a fairy tale. Millitimed to well before the Pevensies left the bar.]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Lilly is still lying on a bed of pain (aka, resting comfortably on her couch) and getting visitors: Mal's mom has got it going on and Lilly is determined to let the senior population of the bar know about it, Puck and Lilly and the kids share a tender family moment marred only by comparing notes on suspicious friends *coughDuocough*, and Meg and Lilly generally BFF about.]

awesome_lilly

Lilly is not sulking. Mature dead women of twenty whatever who have stopped counting birthdays because hi, dead, do not sulk.

She might have a back booth, a raspberry vodka and ginger ale and a slightly pouty expression, but it's existentially pouty. After all, when one of your first bar BFFs and one of your first bar boyfriends have just ditched you for heaven, existential pouting is totally appropriate.

It just also sucks.

balletrat

[OOM: Sometime after all this love-in-idleness confusion, Meg got a chance to catch up with her roommate.

As usual, this leads to ~~dangerous~~ wonderful ideas!]

stilljustandrew

[Millitimed to sometime last week:
"I'll apply / To your eye, / Gentle lover, remedy."
- Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

"Because the remedy is the experience / This is a dangerous liaison / I said the comedy is that it's serious / This is a strange enough new play on words...."
- Jason Mraz, The Remedy]

(...Or to put the same thing another way: the antidote to love-in-idleness finally gets around to both Andrew Wells and River Tam.)

balletrat

[OOM: Meg comes back to the bar briefly from her Ambergeldan vacation, and finds herself offering to do Andrew a favor in the romance department. . .

Look, as far as she's concerned, at least Andrew and Sam Winchester make a better couple than Andrew and River Tam.]

kitchen_maid

Her Majesty, the Queen of Ambergeldar is in the bar this evening. She's dressed very grandly in a terribly regal gown, she's wearing an absurd number of jewels, and there's a tiara on the table at her elbow.

All of which make the fact that Amy is shelling peas rather incongruous, really.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[OoM: Meg finds Mordred outside, and they have a long conversation which ultimately just leaves her worried.

There is also talk of using ketchup as false blood]

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew in the bar.*

*He's looking a lot more cheerful than he did last time he was here.*

awesome_lilly

Puck's got the kids tonight. Lilly was wondering if she'd miss them, if maybe, just maybe she was starting to get attached to the nameless little poop factories.

Nope.

She's relaxing in a booth with a vodka tonic, a large order of fried paradoxes, and no maternal pangs whatsoever.

true_desire

As usual, the Endless claims the favored booth at the back of the room as if there had never been an absence: Who knows? With Desire, there may not have been... In spirit, or perhaps more accurately, in idea.

At any rate, Desire's making one of those increasingly rare physical appearances tonight, bare feet kicked up on the table and a double handful of exotic-scented cigarette and martini, patron-watching.
Depending on your luck, Desire may be looking for you.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Sometimes, melancholy just sneaks up on you. You see something, or hear something, and it reminds you of someone who's gone. It just happens.

So there's an Ace curled up on the couch with hot cocoa and a Doberman on the floor, Ace reading a book and Magic gnawing on a rawhide bone.

awesome_lilly

Mr. Robin "Puck" Goodfellow and his lovely bride, Mrs. Lilly Kane-Johns-Smith-Goodfellow are seated at a table with their two charming children, Girlbaby and Boybaby.

Puck is cheerfully making a saltshaker dance across the table for the general amusement of Girlbaby (her crying, no matter how precocious, has by now begun to grate). Boybaby is sadly sleeping through this particular show. Lilly is drinking and continuing to eye her children (and, frankly, her husband) with a certain amount of wariness.

And they say happy families are all alike.

[ooc: two pups, two muns, two babies! ~~here till whenever!~~ okay, we fell over. falling over? i love falling over! slowtimes all around!]

hopeitsworthit

OOM: Sam meets up with an old acquaintance, and Dean would so tap that.

The door opens.

"Dude, someone up there really wants us to get drunk today."

Dean turns to look back over his shoulder at Sam, grinning.

"And I ain't objecting. You? I mean--unless you were plannin' on calling that Meg chick."

That leer is a pretty clear message about what Dean thinks Sam might be wanting with a hot girl.

It's--well, Dean would never last this long, definitely.

Maybe Sam shoulda been a monk.

[ooc: Aspen and I love you all! *giggles with glee* But, uh, can we cap threads tonight? We are about to drown! They will be in again this weekend. Swear!]

stilljustandrew

*Out of Milliways: In Andrew's Notebook, a few days ago.*

*There's a geekboy in the bar. He's got a Coke and an order of fried paradoxes, and a book of short stories by Arthur C. Clarke.*

*Clearly all is well with the world.*

balletrat

[OOM: Two nights ago, Lilly and Meg had a chance to catch up. Featuring ducky decor and dead blondes.

Sometimes friends tell you what you want to hear; sometimes they tell you what you need to hear.]

mnt_mike

Previously, on a very special edition of Mike's day: Lilly comes home with company, and some surprising news.

And now tonight's fresh episode of: Happy Hour.

Mike's standing behind Bar. In front of him are two happily bouncing babies comfortably nestled...and bouncing...in Aquarium Bouncer seats.

"...and that's when I said to her. Nooooo Lupita. You cannot interfere in the fight between Santa and Satan. They are two natural enemies that must be left to settle their differences in piece...and on Mars..."

You only wish you had him around for your childhood bedtime stories.

Mike continues entertaining the kids, but he does put up a small slate with the night's specials written on them:

BABY ASPIRIN
FRAGILE BABY
TIE ME TO THE BEDPOST, BABY