milliways_bar | Entries tagged with michael carpenter

By New Year's Eve, everyone who has ordered something directly from the Bar has received an invitation to Emcee's party, no matter what their means of communication. Or if they've perused the notice board, they've seen a flyer making note of it. Along with emphasizing a fun, casual, and inclusive atmosphere, the invitation provides directions on how to find said celebration: just follow the arrows.

On the night of the party, neon-colored arrow decals that light up if stepped on have been placed on the floor, pointing to the elevator. In the elevator, more arrows point to the button for the garage. And in the garage, even more arrows lead down the aisles between cars, planes, and spaceships. Not sure where you're going? Several of Jay's hive drones are flitting around, making sure no one gets lost. They all guide guests toward a modest, single craft-sized hangar. Except tonight, it's not housing an aircraft (which is now outside next to it, with the note Property of Sahaal on it), but Emcee's New Year's Eve party.

Closed red velvet curtains hang in the wide, open doorway. Pinned to the curtains is a sign that reads WELCOME, and under that, BE KIND. It's an attitude that Emcee hopes is not too difficult to adhere to.

Step through, won't you?

Inside, the party is likely in full swing.

Above, twin mirror balls, one at each end of the room, spin in tandem, casting twinkling lights over everything. The light shifts colors every so now and then, from gold to pastels to rainbows. Placed among the gantries are devices that will release silver confetti onto the crowd below at midnight. The walls are draped with more velvet curtains, hiding the cold steel and providing decorative sound insulation, as upbeat music pumps through the speakers.

On the back wall there's a large digital clock counting down the time.

Meanwhile, Emcee is around, wearing impeccable makeup that will most likely be sweated off before the end of the night; tight, cropped black leather trousers; and a white tank top with the word HOT spelled out with tiny red kisses.

Find your host anywhere, anywhere at all, if he doesn't find you first.

[OOC: Millitimed to New Year's Eve, but open forever! Threadhop, mingle, arrive as couples, have fun!]

battle_butler

There is an Alfred sat at the bar.

He's enjoying a full English breakfast.

[OOC: Hey, I'm back! Here, have a post-canon Alfred]

witchfinder_general

On this fine May Sunday afternoon, there are several people out by Javert's little church -- which is 'the church' for all intents and purposes by now.

Father Harman, of course, who is busy pasting a rather elaborate exlibris into the inside cover of a stack of new hymn books
Teja, who is checking all the hinges and locks on the door, and polishing the metal
Dorian Gray, who is admiring the workmanship and sometimes asking questions of the other two
and finally Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who had been collecting the last of the wild garlic in the woods and now strolls around the church with his basket of pungent herbs that give an almost heathen counterpoint to the lingering scent of cold incense.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you would like, or you might get several -- but never an uninvited Hannibal, of course!]]

onceholyknight

The door opens and Michael strides in. Not limps - strides, as strongly as he ever did, with Amoracchius in its sheath through his belt.

As he enters, his clothing changes - to that of a Jedi Knight, of course - and while the sword doesn't become a lightsaber, it does blaze with its own light so that at first glance, you might think it was one.

He stops and looks down at himself, bemused. "Huh."

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Sparky moves to the other side of the door. Guppy asks Fran not to get a new dog without consulting him.]

Guppy is in a booth, writing a note. Curled up on his feet is a small white dachshund puppy, who has apparently chosen the one member of the household who doesn't like dogs that much to attach himself to.

So far Guppy is mostly ignoring the puppy, except to occasionally lean down and offer it a biscuit. Instead he is mostly concentrating on the note, which he does without the need for a dictionary.

( Javert )

He carefully holds the puppy's collar as he sends the note off the bar with a waitrat, and when the puppy doesn't chase after the rat, rewards it with another biscuit.

onceholyknight

Michael comes through the front door carrying a bundle in his free hand. It's made up of slashed and tattered grey wool, somewhat bloodstained, and what looks like the corners of soiled bandages poking out of it.

He heads straight for the fire and tosses it in, then sits down with a sigh.

bigarmy_strangepants

Apparently, it's Ragnar's turn to be in Milliways.

Today, he comes in through the front door, from his own hall in Kattegat; and he's carrying a baby of about six months.

He looks around hopefully, of course, trying to find Athelstan, in the hope of introducing little Sigurd to him; but as he doesn't seem to be in luck yet again, Ragnar sits down with the baby in a chair by the fireplace and orders a cup of strong ale from a rat.

As far as he can tell, there's nothing wrong with being drunk in charge of a baby.

onceholyknight

The door handle tilts down unusually slowly, as if it's being pushed down with the weight of a body rather than operated by someone with fingers.

The reason for this becomes clear when an enormous shaggy grey dog noses his way through the gap, makes an inquisitive sound, then pads over to lie by the fire and watch the room with somewhat unnervingly intelligent eyes.

athelstanthescribe

Athelstan is curled up by the fire - with a scarf wound high up his throat, as he asked about them - eating a roast dinner and working on his polar bear carving, which is looking much less rough than it was.

Ichabod is not far away, long legs folded awkwardly to not be in anybody's way, staring quietly at the golem doll and thinking.

Cadfael is at a table, studying what looks to be a 17th century herbalist's text.

Giovanni is out at the practice range, doing sword work regardless of the cold.

Nancy is in a friendly napkin debate with Bar about what would go into the best Christmas dinners for hungry children.

Jonathan is at his favourite table with a massive pile of old books. (New tattoos peek out from under his collar and sleeves.)

Michael is also in the vicinity of the fire, sitting where he can stretch out his stiff leg, writing in a journal.

Roshaun is out for a walk, not even seeming to notice the cold, although he has made a deference to it by wearing a long-sleeved tunic.

Norrington has strolled in from the ship and set up at a table, looking for any old friends who might be about.

And Gavroche, as so often, is sitting by the Bar, drinking a milkshake and watching the comings and goings in the room.

[ooc: Tag one, tag more if you like, say who you want or get someone at random!]

heatherandsteel

The door opens again to Quentin who quickly disguise himself in a magical scent of heather and steel as he curses, "Maeve's tits, your timing is awful."

There are scratches on his cheek and hands, he and Raj were sparring in Goldengreen when Toby and the Duke entered. He had been meaning to get ready to head back to Shadowed Hills, not here. That's why he's grumbling as he heads towards the counter, as long as he's here, he can wash his face.

Tiny tag: Quentin (October Daye)

onceholyknight

"Molly?" Michael opens the door, glances up to see what's on the other side, and decides to finish his call before he steps in. "Molly, I know you've been listening to these messages. Call home, please, the Jawas miss you."

That done, he heads for his favourite place by the fire.

ostro_goth

It is warm Tuesday afternoon, and there is quite a number of people around outside:

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is by the fire pit, with a cooking cart that contains everything he needs -- plates and vegetables, bread, oil, spices, knives and cutting boards, glasses and cutlery. In a bowl, there are the parts of some marinated animal. There is enough of the meat, and everything else, to feed quite a number of people. The grill is ready, but Dr. Lecter is still building the fire.
Teja is outside the forge, taking a break. He's sitting in the surprisingly warm afternoon sun, in his leather apron with bare arms, a large mug of cold water in his hands, and cats all over him. If he closes his eyes, it is merely against the brightness, and within a moment or two, he will rise again and take up his work.
Dorian Gray is in the garden, wistfully looking at the late blooms, sighing as he sees the first hellebore flowers and the flowering heathers. Winter is near, and with it, the cold and damp.
Father Pearse Harman is in the forest, by the church building site, quietly sitting on a log and contemplating the place. The cross has been moved inside, and the progress on the church is very noticeable.
Katrina Crane is in the herb garden, picking springs of the remaining herbs. She is trying to ignore the moody fop who is melodramatically sighing over flowers nearby.
Madame Thénardier is wandering around outside, lingering near the fire pit, wondering what the food on the cart is, and what she might have to do to get to try some of that, as the scent of the exotic spices wafting over is very unusual, and quite the draw to her.
Lady Margolotta von Überwald is inside, away from the window in a nook by the fireplace, drinking tea, knitting, and generally looking like a mild, harmless lady of indeterminate age, and in no way the most influential vampire on the Discworld. She will even offer you tea.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want. In the garden, you might get both Dorian and Katrina, if you like.]]

cook_the_rude

( Cut for spoilers for Hannibal S2E13 - Mizumono )

[[OOC: ~~Not plot-locked, but please ping or PM when you tag.~~ Now closed to new threads. Warning for blood, violence and psychological manipulation in all threads as well as in the linked recap and gifset.]]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

The door opens on a dimly lit corridor marked with signs pointing the way to A Ring and the robot laboratory. Ellen's looking a little wild-eyed at the moment, but still has enough presence of mind to check left and right of her position before stepping through. "Um," she says to no one in particular. "Bar? Can I get a-"

A piece of paper and a broad-tipped marker appear.

"Thank you," Ellen says, and shortly a new sign goes up on the bulletin board.

Information/Volunteers Wanted

If Anyone Here Is From An Earth With Both A Washington, DC And A Philadelphia
And If You Happen To Know Much About The Route Between The Two
Or About The City Of Philadelphia Itself
I Could Really Use Some Assistance

Please Contact Ellen Park/Paladin 101 If You Can Help
Leave A Note With The Bar If I'm Not Here

She produces a reasonable facsimile of the Brotherhood emblem at the bottom of the document, then attaches an old instant-camera photograph to the lower edge for the benefit of people who might not know where to look for her. Once the poster's up, she's getting a drink and a place to sit near the fire.

runningred

{OOM: Eye of the Storm. Trigger warnings for murder, trafficking of children, allusions to child abuse.}

Jay comes in calmly, a baby asleep in his armoured jacket and a little girl of four holding his hand. His helmet hangs from his belt, covered in blood. His suit is covered in blood. In fact there isn’t much of him but his hands that are clean of it.

His face is impassive, his eyes flat. He’s done what he needed to do. Milliways seems to take him by surprise but he accepts it and leads the little girl over to the couch, laying the baby down in a nest of blankets. He moves mechanically, like he’s sleep walking.

baptizemyself

It's beautiful bright sunny day. The squid is chilling in the lake. The demon bunnies are skirting the edge of the forrest, looking for easy prey. And there is a party going on.

Why?

Why not!

Who needs a reason to have a good old fashioned lake party?

Certainly not us!

[OOC: Happy Tenth Anniversary, Milliways! You know the drill! Tag one, tag all, threadhop! Enjoy!]

street_sparrow

Bright and early, Gavroche is up and about at the church site, beginning work to keep it safe from the elements - and from encroaching plant life, with which he's having an earnest debate about where else it could grow.

Others to help with the task would be more than welcome.

[ooc: Open to all! Tag, counter-tag, thread-hop, the more the merrier.]

ostro_goth

Even before he begins work in the forge today (luckily, his current commission is for trinkets, not blades), Teja takes care of the horses -- his own Bramble, and Cheval, the young horse from Gotland that is in Javert's care. He's not going to take the horse back to his people just yet; none knows if and when Javert will return, and surely, for some weeks, the horse will be as well in Milliways, among the other horses he knows.

Half a year old, Cheval is young and boisterous, well cared for, and well accustomed to his stable mates; he shall be a joy to train, soon, and a joy to ride proudly among other Goths, to race against other horses -- he is fast, that much one can already see.

Teja is taking the horses to their pasture this morning, so they may spend the day grazing under the open sky, seeking shade under some trees when they need to, and race each other when their mood strikes them. They share their pasture with the mare Darjeeling, also in Javert's care, for her owner, some princess Teja has never met. But he does not mind taking her out, also, as she is Cheval's and Bramble's friend, and horses like each others company, being herd animals as they are.

He is leaning on the fence, watching them race each other around the pasture in the morning light, full of energy and equine cheer. Today, he must seek out those involved with Javert and his church, one way or another, and make sure that nothing fall fallow that should be taken care of, so all will be waiting for the man's return that he may wish to have again.

road_to_calvary

It is very rare for Valjean to feel vexed at someone. There was the incident in the Gorbeau tenement, when he had to defend his own life. There is Marius. There have been a number of times with Javert, though that tends more towards frustration than anything.

And then there is now. He has tried to walk it off, and succeeded to some degree. Still, his thoughts will not leave him alone. So it is a rather quiet Valjean in the bar this evening, staring at the fish in the fire without seeing them, supper untouched at his side.

never_shall_yield

Javert is back to sitting in his usual corner booth, as far away from people as possible. No wine tonight either; only water to go with his bread and cheese supper. He has a piece of paper in front of him, but for once there is no sign of building designs. It has the numbers 1 to 5 down one side, and he is staring at it as though the sum of his existence depends on filling in the gaps.

After a while, he writes 'there would be no Christian church here without me' next to number 1. Then he stares at it a bit longer...and then draws a line through it, because it is just not good enough.

It seems as though he will be here a while.

[Tiny!tag: Cosette Fauchelevent]

will_scarlett

Since Richard's return, life has changed for Will and he's still not certain what to feel of his new world. Once the king reestablished himself, he and his court have gone to rule as Robin goes between them and the work of healing Nottingham. At court, Will or John have always been by his side just as they are his stewards at Locksley and one of the other men who remained is there too. None of them quite fit, but its an honor for the king to hold Robin in such respect but even Robin doesn't find it simple to step back into the life that was once his. Marian is his wife and together they continue to bring hope, but for all that everything is better, there are shadows and memories from the bad times nearby.

Today Will has been trying to make sense of maps and charters with Allan and Tuck to figure out how to settle a land dispute that was put on hold by the Sheriff's abuses. He opens the door of the library in his new greens to show he is still Robin's man with ink on his hands and stares before going to the counter with a sigh, "Been too long."

In return he gets a napkin and smiles before moving behind the counter to find some specials and look for familiar faces. He wonders what's become of Marlowe, he would understand that even a happy ending is complicated.

Happy Hour
Promised Land Martini
Happy Ending
Gunfire
Whiskey
Wine
Rum

Once the special's are carefully written, being a steward has put his writing and reading to good use, he pours himself a generous measure of one of the good bourbons and sits down on the stool.

(OOC: Open until the next Happy Hour goes up. Will is officially through the main plot of his canon.)

runningred

Jay is busy in the garage. He has projects, a commission, new technology to explore, music up loud and workshop full of mess. Perfectly distracted from thinking too hard about anything other than building things.

There are three bikes, or parts of bikes in progress –

A matt black cowled bike that looks like something dangerously alive.

Something red and far simpler, more like a bicycle with an engine.

And a frame up on supports that might or might not be a motorcycle. However it seems to be missing wheels, or space for wheels.

Utterly botherable. Especially if you come bearing food. He forgets to eat when he’s tinkering.

witchfinder_general

The rains of the previous days have now abated, and the ground of the building site, while not dry, is at least no longer squelching with wetness, and the foundation trenches aren't awash any more.

There is a cross in the place where the altar will go, the foundation stone is sitting in pride of place, inscribed and ready, with the ropes at hand to lower it into place.

Father Harman has found himself a clerical collar and a small travelling stole to indicate that he is the celebrant here; he has also brought a small electronic organ and a small metal water bucket with an aspergillum. His text and the leaflets for the tiny congregations are in a simple black folder.

He's standing by the foundation stone with Javert, ready to begin when the congregation is complete.

[[OOC: First thread is Father Harman with Javert and Valjean, doing the actual ceremony and setting the stone in place. In the following subthreads, people can react and talk afterwards. If your charrie was invited (or expressly disinvited, in the case of one alien anthropologist) -- you know who you are. Otherwise, there is no reason why anybody shouldn't accidentally wander by and/or come to investigate the sound of people singing, if you really want to.]]

onceholyknight

Michael enters the bar today, walking with some difficulty as he has his cane in one hand and a sleeping and tear-stained eight-year-old girl slumped on his shoulder.

He heads for the fire and settles the girl on his lap, humming a quiet lullaby to soothe her back to sleep.

His own face is lined with grief and worry as he contemplates the flames.

[ooc: Michael has just gone through the very end of Changes, and a bit beyond. Spoilers beware, but open to all indefinitely.]

witchfinder_general

Father Harman is sitting by the fireplace, with a big old tome open in his lap, a cup of tea in his hand, apparently deep in thought.

He will be glad, truth be told, if anybody startles him out of his ruminations.