milliways_bar | Entries tagged with melou

Careful observers may notice a few differences in Melou when he enters the bar tonight. He hasn't aged any more and he still looks worn out, but there's a slight limp now, and his sword is missing.

It may also be worth noting that for those who know him well enough to tell, he appears... defeated. There's no fight in him left as he hovers near the door for several minutes before heading over to the fire and crouching down in front of it.

He'll take what warmth he can get, for what little time he'll have it.

[OOC: This is Melou's last entrance into Milliways, and will remain open so long as anyone wishes to tag him.]

latino_menace

Ramon is in a Mood. This will be immediately apparant by the way he is out back in the freezing cold, blasting hell out of targets with a machine gun or two.

Feel free to interrupt. Just stay out of the firing line.

dragon_twin

It's been yet another while that Melou's been here. Yet another birthday has gone by - he's 20 now - and he'd almost begun to forget that Milliways ever existed.

But he didn't entirely, so he's just momentarily confused when he walks in tonight, tired and haggard looking. His shoulder slump slightly as he walks to the nearest table and sits down heavily, laying his sword across the top. He asks the first available waitrat for a large glass of water and just a bit of bread.

Anything more and he'd feel too guilty.

dragon_twin

Melou stomps in from the lake door and takes a seat at one of the nearest tables. He doesn't look overly happy to be here, but he resigns himself to it and orders a jug of water and a glass from a waitrat.

And then he gets down to the business of sharpening his knife, his sword resting in top of the table. It will likely be next.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Yesterday Mary turned twelve.

She's rather proud of herself for this achievement.

However, growing older does have certain uncomfortable side effects. The frocks that her uncle bought her when she first came to Misselthwaite are starting to fit less comfortably than they used to; her legs seem longer all of a sudden, causing her stockings to stretch more and tear more easily, and her sensible shoes are pinching her toes terribly.

Which is why, despite the pleasing fact that she is now twelve, she is sitting on a chair regarding her feet with a rather sour expression.

dragon_twin

It's been a long time since Melou found himself in this particular place. Longer than perhaps those who last saw him realize. It's not something he should really be surprised about, but the way things are going outside, he'll have to be forgiven for being a little taken aback.

He stands just within the door for a few moments, blinking and getting his bearings, sword in hand, before he finally relaxes. It's another few minutes after that before he makes his way to a chair, lays his weapon across the table and manages to obtain a wet cloth from a waitrat and begins to wipe the dirt and blood off his face.

If he remembers correctly, he has a room here, but he'll be damned if has the key anymore.

dragon_twin

Melou isn't in the bar as much as he used to be as of late. Whether there's some big, cosmic reason for that, he really doesn't know. More importantly, he doesn't care.

Today is one of those days when he is at Milliways and seeing as how outside of it he doesn't have even remotely the comforts of home that he's used to, Melou is taking full advantage of what the bar has to offer.

After a shower up in his and Angela's room and a large dinner, he's relaxing by the fire with a glass of scotch. And he plans on having many more.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

OOM: Not a Glad Reunion...

Angela comes into the bar, a little flushed and irritated, and orders water from the bar. Even if she could use something a little stronger right now.

Even so, after a little while of sitting down and being away from the house, however, she's feeling much more relaxed and happy.

She'll deal with home later. It'll all turn out okay.

dragon_twin

Melou is still in the bar. On top of that, he's still angry. Maybe more! This can only be accounted for due to the large sign it took him forever to read and figure out, but now that he has, there is additional ire to what he had simply just from being a girl.

Being a girl, as he's discovered, sucks.

So there is a teenage girl, scowling in a chair near the observation window and swearing creatively in ancient Welsh. With a sword. Approach at your own risk.

dragon_twin

There is a tallish girl sitting at a table, with her head in her hands. She's on the thin side, with long, dark brown hair. None of this is unusual, unless you notice that she's wearing very old fashioned clothes that are not only too big for her, but appear to be boy's clothes.

She'd think the sword should be unusual too, but this is Milliways after all.

Also? She looks pissed off. This is the last time Melou eats anything just randomly lying around.

dragon_twin

Melou heads directly for a booth when he enters this evening. Sadly, drinking isn't an option tonight, not when he's going to be heading off on a boat tomorrow. He figures his stomach will be queasy enough without a hangover.

Once seated, he spreads out some vellum sheets and sets to writing what looks like letters. Whether or not you can tell to whom, well, that depends entirely on how good your ancient Brythonic code is.

dragon_twin

Melou is settled in a chair by the observation window. He has no drink tonight. It tends not to go well with knife sharpening, which is what he is doing. His sword may be next.

It appears that preparations for something or other have begun.

hippodamio

Feeling as if he has swum well out of his depth, Hektor enters the Bar once more- but this time he has come on purpose, and bowing to the goddess from his first step through the door. "Lady," he says as he comes upright, "my father has set me a task, and I do not know that I can do it alone. I have already made offerings to Poseidon Hippios and to Apollo, but this is a different thing, I think."

He chews the inside of his cheek a moment before setting the fullest wineskin he has yet brought atop the Bar.

"Lady, I have got to tame a horse full-grown who has killed three men. My honor is in it, and the horse's life. Whatever help you might see fit to give, I would be most grateful for it."

[[OOC: ~~I have to go to bed, but I'll gladly answer tags in the morning.~~ Awake now, and good for tags.]]

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

"...I don't want to do that," Angela says firmly, as she pushes open the door, talking on her cell phone. "I don't do photoshoots like that, and you know that. No, I don't want to talk about it anymore, Marlene. ...Marlene?" Finally, she notices that she's not precisely where she intended to be.

It isn't the first time she's been brought here unexpectedly, and it probably won't be the last.

"Oh, thank goodness," she says, and goes to get a milkshake, bringing it back to the table, slinging her bag down beside her and turning off her cellphone.

She needs a break from Los Angeles. Just for a few minutes.

dragon_twin

[OOM: May Day isn't what it used to be.]

Melou heads directly for the bar when he enters today. This isn't all that unusual. What is unusual is that he orders two drinks and downs them both, one right after the other.

A third is collected and he then heads for a table where he sits, folding his arms on the surface and his chin on his hands. It's either going to be a long night, or a short one he probably won't remember tomorrow.

dragon_twin

Melou is quite possibly never going to agree to babysit again, because it seems whenever he does, they end up here. Which might not be a bad thing now that he thinks of it, because hey, people here likes babies don't they, and he can potentially get someone to help him. Or at least hold Rhoslyn for a while.

For now, Melou and a two year old not-quite princess are sitting in a booth, one with coffee and another with juice. Neither look particularly pleased.

white_flowers

Even though she's blissfully unaware of recent communication between Milliways' Security staff, the woman -- still known to many as Blodwen Rowlands, even if she's more likely to go by 'Angie North' these days -- dressed in white is not so much of a fool as to be entirely careless.

Especially given a certain conversation.

And so, when she walks in through the front door, the first thing she does is look around the room for familiar faces. After a moment, she smiles and relaxes, then moves to a table by the lake window. She settles there with a cup of tea, occasionally glancing out at the greening spring.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela comes downstairs, rubbing her eyes, her kitten in her arms. They've both been sleeping too much, too long. People aren't around as much, and she's unhappy and bored.

When she sees the door, she doesn't know whether to feel happy or nervous about it. She looks down at Anwen. "I guess we should be writing a note, shouldn't we. Or...maybe several notes." The kitten rubs up against Angela's face.

So now she's sitting in her favorite booth, writing notes. She'll be leaving very soon.

queenofmay

Lady Marian has been gone a short while from the bar attending to the Ostara Festival and all its details at home, so she's gratefully settled into a chair nearby the wide window. Even the rumble of the people in the bar is a humble noise in comparison to the fairs and events from which she takes respite.

She's humming softly, while combing ravens feathers from her hair, and, occasionally, watching the universe end.

She'd love company.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary is sitting at the bar, with her notebook in front of her, frowning at it.

She's fallen behind on her survey, lately. There's still plenty of people on the List she hasn't had a chance to interview, and, she is sure, several more that ought to be interviewed that aren't even on it.

It is time to get back on track.

But first, there is a milkshake.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Still here.

Angela's sort of forgotten how long she's been here this time.

But she's making the best of things. Or trying to.

Right now, she's having pizza and a Coke and watching the goings-on. Anwen is beside her, sniffing occasionally at Angela's pizza and then turning back to her own saucer of milk.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is more than ready to go home. She's tired and bored and she's been sleeping far too much.

Right now, she's lying on her back on the couch with her slung over the back of it. Her hair is hanging over the arm of the couch and she's got a sleeping kitten on her stomach that she's stroking gently.

She definitely wouldn't mind conversation.

agirllost

Kim's surprised to find herself in the bar instead of CTU.

She felt exhausted and unable to stop seeing the images that kept playing in her mind.

Nowhere was safe.

Anyone could be a target. Anyone could be a killer. She'd needed to know that her world was still whole. But instead of a dark corner of CTU, she wound up here, still gripping her cell phone.

After a moment she relaxes a little and looks around for a familiar face.

badinlatin

Mal's in a decent enough mood this evening. Therefore:

Specials:

Anything with a color in the name

"Let's hear it."

[ooc: Please no new threads after 11:30 EST. Xiexie! ETA: Now in slowtime. Tagging all and resuming in morning.]