milliways_bar | Entries tagged with michael bluth

ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com

While not one usually to succumb to such things, Dominic has taken one of the couches by the fire, back against one of the arms, legs stretched out on the seat. There's a folder on his lap, and he's going through the contents in a somewhat detached manner. He's slightly more involved in the fact that the jukebox (apparently dormant - or at least in a good mood - for the moment) has begun playing an aria, and he's always had a terrible weakness for opera. If you think he's humming along to it, it may not be completely your imagination.

Dick Winters is sitting at the bar, with a glass of water by his elbow that has largely been abandoned (although not on purpose). His boots are hooked up on the rungs of the stool he's sitting on, and on the counter in front of him are spread a couple of maps. He's trying not to take up too much room, but if he's in your way, feel free to tell him to move.

Although he's still not the biggest fan of the bar (it's a variable quantity, and he likes constants when it comes to his everyday life), Topher's learning how to settle in. And, okay, he still doesn't really like the rats (they're neat and all, but they're still kind of bizarre), and Bar still freaks him out, but really, he's doing better. Today finds him holed up in a booth with an old-school GameBoy and a number of cartridges, which, incidentally, are his own, and not Bar-provided.

Michael has recently discovered that his brother-in-law is posing as an English nanny in order to try to bond with his daughter. Understandably, he is not in the best of moods about this, especially since Tobias' attempts to get himself discovered have been growing increasingly distressing. When he comes in, he makes a beeline directly for the bar and gets himself a glass of scotch. He tries not to drink (his mother already drinks more than enough for the whole family), but some days, it's just hard.

The possibilities that Bar offers are endless, and Paul has never been one not to take advantage of that. Or at least, up until he got his bar tab. Remarkably, it isn't that high (he's been bailed out a couple of times and he's never had anything more exotic than an Aqua Velva - and not even those recently), so he's decided to pay it off now. As such, the contents of his pockets litter the space in front of him, ranging from ticket stubs to spare change to newspaper clippings.

Having secured a table, Septimus is sitting with his feet propped up on one of the empty chairs, spurs for once not on his heels but in his hands. (They were his father's, once.) Chances are he wouldn't mind a conversation, but this tends to vary from second to second.

( ooc: otherwise known as the 'rog neglects her pups and is trying to make up for it' post. this is open for forever and a day. and remember, slowtime is our best friend. )

hadyougoing

By the time Ava has gone upstairs, showered, and come back down in a tank top and little sweater (aaaand the very lovely, very ambitious high heels that she found just lying there by the door), she feels generally more relaxed.

A vodka-and-raspberry-lemonade helps with this.

So although she is keeping an eye out for Andrew and various others, after a few minutes her expression is downright gleeful. This is not only due to the alcohol, but because she is writing thoughtfully in a page of a notebook:

Hey Riley!

I just wanted to say

(She just wants to say that she did find the universe that has Flavor of Love starring chefs.

But okay.

It's not really a just.)

[ooc: Hey darlings! I'm essentially in bed, but post is open to new tags until I say so! Subject to slowtime. <333]

beenbornearlier.livejournal.com

Dick Winters comes in with a slight limp. It's nothing he'll complain about, not really. He sits down at the nearest (unoccupied) table, taking off his helmet and placing it on the tabletop once he's properly settled. The bar as a whole is still something he's not completely at ease with, but the brief reprieve is still something he appreciates. Besides, after seeing one of his best friends almost get killed, he's ready to sit down for a bit. The only surprise comes in the form of a small bowl of vanilla ice cream, which, were he more aware of the disparity between what time it is on his side of the door and what time it is here, would make a little more sense. (It is, to be technical, his birthday.)

(Michael Bluth wasn't really having one of his best days. After leading an assorted group of people down to Mexico in order to search for his father, he had driven back up to Newport without realizing that he had effectively stranded his son's girlfriend in a foreign country when he was supposed to have been getting to know her a little bit better. Unsurprisingly, this came as something of an unwelcome shock to both Michael and his son, and they had hightailed the staircar right back across the border as soon as they realized what had happened.) As such, when Michael comes into the bar, he immediately makes a beeline for the bar itself, sitting down at the counter and patting the surface once.

"I'll have a -- you know what, a scotch would be nice."

Septimus has, since his arrival, been patched up. Unfortunately, this has failed to put him in a better mood. Lacking his sword (although still in possession of its sheath in addition to a couple of daggers), when he steps outside, it is not for practice but rather for a brief escape from the general bustle of the bar. He has never been overly fond of large amounts of company and the afterlife is proving no exception.

( tiny tag: septimus )

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

(A quiet dinner.

The words were music for Michael Bluth's ears. The second one alone was good enough. Quiet was something that never happened in the Bluth family, and although Milliways wasn't quiet in the conventional sense, it wasn't having a love affair with hating the Bluths.

It was in a relatively peaceful state of mind that Michael found himself sitting at the bar, despite just having gotten out of a fiasco involving a psychotic public relations woman and his psychotic family.)

"Uh -- turkey sandwich. And just water, please. Thank you."

beenbornearlier.livejournal.com

As far as Dick Winters is concerned, if he spends time in Milliways, he might as well use it while being productive. In this case, he's opted for a swim out in the lake. If one is so inclined, they'll be able to spot a head of red-copper hair bobbing in and out of the water, and a small, neatly folded pile of clothing and a white towel by the shore of the lake.

The goddess Athena is being generally unproductive, and simply contemplating some gender-bending.

Because, obviously, this is a great use of her bar-bestowed time. If any relatives happen to go by, she denies the fact that she is flipping through a men's fashion magazine.

(It was being one of those days for Michael Bluth. As a matter of fact, he had recently been experiencing a string of 'one of those days'. Unsurprisingly, these were all, in part, due to his family.

Consequently, when he once again found himself in the bar at the end of the universe, he took full advantage of it.)

In the meanwhile, Methos has dropped any attitude of 'I could kill you if I wanted to,' and decided to take a nap in one of the booths. His back is against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, chin down against his sweater. His feet are, as a matter of fact, sticking out into the aisle. If this happens to inconvenience you, well. We're sorry.

Paul Avery has found himself a place at the bar with a glass of coca-cola and some nachos.

He is also, notably, accompanied by a pot of morning glory and a small cactus with a pink flower on it. (And he seems, all in all, rather pleased about this.)

A man in a typical prison uniform is also lounging about at the bar, tongue periodically flickering out to run over his dry lips. Between his hands he's tossing a piece of cloth wrapped around something else. What's under that cloth is anyone's guess.

[ ooc: since this is kind of a ridiculous potluck, open for forever and a day! ]

mgnfcntsteiner.livejournal.com

It is with great smugness that Grimmer hustles into the bar.

He wasn't expecting the bar, you see (who ever is?). He was aiming for the fire escape outside his hotel window. But either way, he's secure in the knowledge that when he steps back out that door, he'll be free from the apparent thugs that were sent to give him a "message".

They didn't surprise him. Thugs is what you get when you start harassing once high-profile political refugees. And so, unconcerned, Grimmer takes a seat at the bar and orders himself a nice hot breakfast and a glass of orange juice.

Life is good, and he is botherable.

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

Michael did not go through any drastic changes last Cubefall. This year, however, one option in particular caused him to double take.

[ footage: michael is being confronted by a vidscreen, and is staring at it slack-jawed.

he remains like this for some time. ]

Once he's chosen his option, there is no longer a figure at the Bar.

Instead, anyone who approaches may have their actions narrated and commented upon by the voice of Ron Howard.

No, really.

The change that Paul Avery has chosen isn't that drastic either. As opposed to the usual, scruffy Paul Avery, there is currently a very clean, dressed-in-a-perfectly-pressed-suit Paul Avery.

He figures he might as well see what being cleaned up for a few days is like.

Well, it takes no effort on his part.

Why the hell not.

Outside, by the lake, there is a horseman of the Apocalypse.

Methos ... isn't entirely sure what drove him to choose this reconfiguration. His old outfit fits like a glove, and the war paint on his face feels like a second skin, and the fact that his hair is back to its old length almost doesn't register. Sword held firmly in one hand, he seems to be deep in thought.

We wouldn't recommend sneaking up on him.

That ginger bunny? The one with the glasses?

Might just be Doc Potter.

Just might.

Jekyll is feeling a little skittery tonight. This is because his reconfiguration involved getting rid of Hyde. Sitting in a booth, he reaches up every now and then to check his forehead and ears. Living, for once, without the voice in the back of his head is somewhat disconcerting.

He can't say he's unhappy about it, but the poor doctor definitely seems a little out of it.

A few days of freedom. He doesn't know what he wouldn't give for it to last forever. For once, there is no Hyde to rebuke him when he thinks he would like to live with that part of his personality erased entirely.

[ ooc: post open for the duration of forever and a half. ]

hadyougoing

Ava staggers downstairs in her pajamas and orders a cup of coffee before realizing that it is actually late afternoon.

Give her a break, will you? It's been a long night of summoning demons who were, in hindsight, probably a little too powerful for her. But hey, she's still alive to tell the tale-- and how are you gonna up your game if you never challenge yourself?

She picks bits of dried blood out of her pajama shorts in irritation. (The shorts are yellow, and have puffy cartoon sheep on them.)

Mmm, coffee.

whitestshoes.livejournal.com

Since the mun herself is celebrating the brief freedom she has before the onslaught of finals (blarg), she's thrown many of her pups in for your interacting pleasure.

Pam Beesly, to her credit, is sitting very happily in the corner, munching on an incredibly large pretzel as she surveys her surroundings. Approach on warning of extreme giddiness. It's probably the result of a sugar rush.

In terms of the others? Well, let's have a looksee.

The girl named Chuck, on the other hand, sits at the bar with a box of freshly baked triple-berry pie - a box which displays the Pie Hole's unmistakable logo, as a matter of fact.

For what cheers people up like a pie?

Chuck can't think of anything else - except perhaps the emotional Heimlich of a friendly hug.

The resident Librarian's nose is buried in a book.

Strike that. The resident Librarian's nose is buried in about five books, which he's using to trace the origins of (if someone is close enough to read what he's currently working on) the Spear of Destiny.

Never mind the fact that he sort of stole his books from the Library. Shhh. He won't tell if you won't.

If anyone's looking for the carnie worker, she'll be outside at the beach, sitting in the sand and having what is likely to be the first of many smokes.

The other day, she bought herself a silver flask - mostly because she thought it was cool, but also due to some Milliways influence, and every now and then she takes a break from her smokes to sip from her flask.

A responsible young adult, to say the least.

And lastly, we have Saffron, curled up in a booth and idly flipping through a magazine Bar's given her to read. (It's actually the latest issue of Cosmopolitan.)

A drink sits nearby, but she doesn't touch it much, studying the advertisements just as carefully as she reads the articles, marveling at how much the world's changed.

[ooc: open for tags pretty much forever so people can save me from the inevitable doldrums brought on by finals.]

[tiny tags: pam beesly, chuck charles, em lewin]

[tags daring to tag: ellen (vault 101 dweller), kissin' kate barlow, carlisle cullen, henry jekyll/edward hyde, methos, doc potter, ben wade]

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

(After spending a relatively long amount of time around his family, Michael Bluth found it a great relief to be in Milliways once more. Feeling the need to stretch his legs following a particularly odd encounter -

( breakfast with mrs. featherbottom )

- he took the opportunity to better get to know the bar. This involved finding the garage. This, all in all, would not have upset him if not for the fact that the garage was, curiously enough, housing a stair car. Seeing this, he couldn't not investigate.

Despite this not being a very good reason whatsoever, it was the only explanation for the stair car currently being driven around the Milliways back yard.)

[ ooc: mun fleeing soon, unfortunately. however, post is completely open to tagging! ]

gotaheadstart.livejournal.com

Cuddy still doesn't really know why she signed up for this. (The mun does, though: because she enjoys torturing this one.)

But, since she's actually standing behind the bar now, she decides to have a little fun with it, and she does know a thing or two about mixing drinks. She's standing nervously, hands fidgeting with each other, and if anyone cares to look at the specials board behind her, there's an obvious theme going:

SPECIALS

Doctor
Doctor-Patient Relationship
Just What The Doctor Ordered
The Witch Doctor
The Medicine

And so she leans against the bar and waits, even pouring herself a miniature glass of the Medicine to calm her nerves.

[tiny tag with huntington's: thirteen]

[tiny creepy tag: the old firm]

agloriousthing

The sounds of young women being kissed and swept off their feet comes in behind the Pirate King as he enters the Bar with a smile. When he goes to get his sherry, he's given a note and smiles as he starts to write on the board.

Specials
Sherry
Rum
English Pirate
Sex with the Bartender"
Black Flag
Kiss the Bartender and your drink's free, keep kissing the Bartender and see what happens.

Then he smiles, pours himself a small glass of sherry and keeps humming under his breath.

Tiny Tags: The Pirate King, Charles Monroe, Gilbert Cocteau, Pan
(OOC: Open until I fall over. Sadly I couldn't find a youtube link of the moment I want but the Pirate King is entering between this and this moment.
Now that lj is not made of fail, threadhop, enjoy and if you wanted to tag tonight and lj didn't let you, this is open until it falls off the page.)

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

Christmas is not one of Michael Bluth's favorite holidays.

( and for very good reason )

Reaching the bar, he sits down heavily on a barstool, and, after ordering a mug of coffee, promptly sets about falling half-asleep.

tiny tag: ava wilson

madolyn-madden.livejournal.com

There was a period of time in which Madolyn thought the door wouldn't come back, and it had all been a weird dream of some sort. A dream that didn't explain a lot of what had been carried back into her own world. Needless to say, there's a certain amount of relief on her face as she comes into Milliways today. She heads straight for the bar, getting a glass of lemonade and settling down to people-watch.

The new offices are done, and all in all everything's been going well.

This is not quite so on Paul Avery's side of the world. He's still relatively at the same point in time as he was when he last arrived: moving onto the houseboat. So when he comes in, he's carrying a heavy-looking cardboard box almost overflowing with papers. In the space of three steps, he manages to set them down of a table, not seeming to care whether it's occupied or not. He just needs a place to set things down.

On the other end of the bar, Jekyll has fallen asleep in a booth, both sleeves rolled up, face just narrowly missing a set of test tubes. Said tubes are filled with a clear liquid, and just by them is a wooden box. It's not clear what these are, or what they're for, but at any rate, Jekyll would probably appreciate being woken up. He's not the sort of guy who sleeps on the job often, and, as it happens, the vials are rather important to him.

Jack and Tyler are sitting next to each other at the bar, Jack hunched over a bottle of beer, Tyler sitting sideways with one arm on the counter, giving a once-over to everyone who passes by.

Michael Bluth, being a much more subtle sort of individual, is at his own table, working through a crossword and trying to forget about what has recently been happening in the Bluth family. These events involve the Japanese, a jetpack, and a mole costume. Oh, and a smattering of disasters. So, not the best day ever.

Athena, unlike the rest of the bunch, is outside. She's sitting by the lake, knees tucked up to her chest, hands on her ankles. It's a rather lovely day, as far as she's concerned, and she doesn't intend to go inside any time soon.

[ OOC: Or, 'Jesus, I haven't been on in a long time.' All are taggable, just specify which one you'd like!

Un petit tags: Athena, Paul Avery, Henry Jekyll/Edward Hyde, Ouranos, Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles ]

whitestshoes.livejournal.com

The woman walking into Milliways tonight has been there plenty of times before.

But it's actually gotten to the point where Pam's almost happy to be snatched up when the opportunity presents itself. Anything to get her away from an eight-hour day of taking messages for Michael. She's pretty sure she has permanent phone ear, and as she takes a seat at the bar, she rubs her lobe absently, looking around for anyone she's met here already or perhaps an unfamiliar face to approach.

Fancy New Beesly is trying to work on being much more social. Care to help her in that endeavor?

[tiny tag: Pam Beesly]

[Thread has moved to slowtime in favor of bed, but tags are still open!]

notordnrybubbly.livejournal.com

Tally has lived very happily in her world. She chalked up that Other Place she went where no one had even heard of the operation and even adults were Uglies as a very, very bad nightmare. She has kept extra busy trying to not think about it. She was on her way to meet Shay for more hoverboarding. But when she walked through the door..

She found herself face to face in her nightmare.

She stands there in shock.
"Oh no. Not again."

justdidntseeit

[ oom: cast me gently into morning for the night has been unkind ]

More than eighteen hours, two hot showers and three cups of coffee later, Kate still isn't sure what happened — if it happened at all.

She's in a booth near the back of the room, working on a mug of hot chocolate and a crossword.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ ( '70s sitcom Three's _______ ) welcome.

[ tiny plot tag: thy kingdom come ]

[ ooc: millitimed to monday ]

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

Michael's been drifting in and out, really.

Presently? The Bar's only Bluth is sitting at a booth, indulging in a glass of water.

Feel free to tell him he ought to be drinking something more alcoholic.

betty_roberts

Betty was rather relieved to find this place today. She has hours and hours of scripts to write, and this lets her get a good headstart on that project.

So there's a young woman from the early forties settled at one of the tables not too far from the fireplace, clattering away on her trusty (if very, very noisy) portable manual typewriter.

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

During the last few days, Michael has been brewing his own tea and coffee. There are two full pots of both on his table, accompanied by a couple of spare mugs and cups. He himself is drinking coffee.

Feel free to stop by and grab a cup or two of your nonalcoholic drink of choice. Or chat. You know. Whichever.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Remember remember
Valerie's outside on the lake shore, enveloped in a thick sweater, watching the sky.
The Fifth of November
Gunpowder treason and plot
It's dark, and chilly; the stars are clear. Valerie rather likes it, though. And she's started a small bonfire in an old firepit, which keeps the cold off a bit.
I know of no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Ever should be forgot.
It's a nice night. Quiet.

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

[ ooc; Recycled. ]

Michael has spent a few (long) days in the bar, getting the hang of things and generally trying to keep out of the way of anything nasty-looking.

A cup of Earl Grey tea sits forgotten on a coffee table opposite a couch, since he's dozed off after making an attempt to read. The book in question is lying open on his chest, spine towards the ceiling. His feet are sticking off the end of the couch. Forgive him if this trips you up at all. His feet didn't mean it. Honest.

the_cupbearer

Cupbearer in the Bar!

He's not lounging around and people-watching or reading or even drinking, for once. Instead, he's at the Bar, apparently having another try at modernity. After his excursion to New Orleans, it seemed like a fair goal - so he's sitting on a stool, back in jeans and a t-shirt, with a small, video game console in hand.

A not-so-observent viewer might note, though, that said console is a good bit behind the present day...and someone looking over his shoulder would probably realize that Pong is no longer the height of gaming technology.

On the other hand, it's driving him absolutely nuts.

"This thing is impossible!!"

perpetualstate.livejournal.com

Michael has spent a few (long) days in the bar, getting the hang of things and generally trying to keep out of the way of anything nasty-looking.

A cup of Earl Grey tea sits forgotten on a coffee table opposite a couch, since he's dozed off after making an attempt to read. The book in question is lying open on his chest, spine towards the ceiling. His feet are sticking off the end of the couch. Forgive him if this trips you up at all. His feet didn't mean it. Honest.

badinlatin

It's a simple one, the special this evening.

Whisky. Yes, there's a difference between -EY and -Y.

Come find out what it is.

[ooc: ~~Immediate slowtime at eleven pm EST.~~ Slow brane night, therefore early close. Sorry.]