milliways_bar | Entries tagged with mimi marquez

live-infear.livejournal.com

Gordon had been stepping into the restaurant where he's been working lately to pay the bills. This... is not it. It's a lot nicer than a crappy restaurant in mid-90's Alphabet City.

He manages to keep most of the surprise out of his expression, though - he's remarkably calm for someone whose place of occupation has been replaced by an unfamiliar bar. So rather than panicking, he just tilts his head ever so slightly to one side and surveys the room quietly. He supposes his boss didn't just decide to remodel without mentioning it to him, so...

[OOC: Gordon from RENT. RENT characters who know the Man would do well to note that Gordon looks rather like him - though most of them should know Gordon from Life Support anyway.]

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

There is a NYU course catalog in a booth near the bar.

It's attached to a Hispanic dancer, who's slouched in the booth flipping through it.

Not too far away is an acceptance letter.

She wanted to do it by herself, and lo and behold, she did.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

[[OOM: April visits the loft, and gets things sort of emotionally finalized with Roger.

And then she and Mimi make Roger horny by being huggy and kissy (purely platonically)]]

lvpd_sidle

Sara's had a lot on her mind lately, and the thought of telling the others about Alison Coffin slipped her mind completely the previous night.

She goes up to Bar and leaves letters for the interested parties.

( Guys )

That done, she heads out the door.

[ooc: This primarily affects the RENT crew and associated pups.]

Current Mood: worried

whychoosefear.livejournal.com

The sign is up, and Paul is sitting nearby, talking quietly with Ali.

"--I'm not sure how many second chances I should give him, Paul."

"How many has he had?"

"...I've lost count."

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

Mimi.

Bar.

Tea.

Amenable to company.

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

Lo and behold, there is a Mimi in the bar, sitting at a booth with a cup of tea.

She's here hoping to run into a couple of old friends, but new ones are also welcome.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

The door to the bar opens, slowly, and a telephoto film camera lens peeks through the crack. After a moment, it retracts, and Mark walks through, looking just a bit more relieved than he really ought to in the situation. Striding over to the bar, he pulls out a film pen and scribbles something on some small pieces of storyboard paper. "Bar, can you give this to the people in question? Thanks." He pets Bar as the papers disappear and are replaced by a to-go cup of iced tea. "Thanks. I'll be back later." And with that, he goes back out the door.

( To Collins, Angel, Joanne, Mimi, April, Arthur Dent, Queen Faith, and Sara )

[ooc: If I forgot someone that Mark knows and would warn, let me know. Or just pretend you got one. Thanks!]

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which there is a film premiere, a big damn party and a surprise party In short, Today For You knows how to throw a party the right way. Some threads might be still going on. Whoops.]

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

Mimi's in the bar, in a dress that....well, you can tell she bought it with her boyfriend in mind.

Not that she objects to sharing it with the general public.

mitanarchist

The door opens and Collins comes in, grinning. "Thank you for showing up when I want you to," he says to Bar, patting her top.

He takes the drink she brought up for him back with him to a booth, settling down with it and a book. Sometimes, it's just nice to get away.

[ooc: Same pup. New mun. La!]

mitanarchist

Collins has vodka in a paper cup.
Collins is in big chair by the fire.
Collins is falling asleep.
Come wake up Collins, please?

lvpd_sidle

Sara is in the bar this evening. This, in and of itself, is not unusual.

The distracted smile on her face and constant rubbing of her left hand, however, is.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOC: In which Mark makes a rather large investment.]

The door opens, and Mark walks in with an odd look on his face. He gets a tea from Bar, and sits down at a booth, pulling out a few scripts and a red pen. Looks like someone's going back to script screening.

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

There is a Mimi in the bar, stretching.

Her ankle is propped on the top of her booth, and her other leg is on the table part.

It's good to be bendy.

(It makes Roger happy, at least.)

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

A very astute man once said that a marriage is made up of two people who are willing to swear that only the other one snores. In this case, well, by the time Mark wakes up, the entire bar will know that he snores. Curled up in a booth, arms cuddling his camera, Mark snores away, oblivious to the entire world. Wake him up?

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

There are two dark, curly heads of hair bent close together on the sofa by the fireplace.

One belongs to Mimi, the other to Faith.

They're giggling together, and occasionally one of them will say something along the line of 'He did what?'

If your name is Mark Cohen, you should be afraid.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April inna bar!

Just... waiting for something disasterous to happen.

~~Thanks a lot, Whistler.~~

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

The door opens, and a huge laundry basket walks through, followed by a blonde filmmaker. He puts the basket on a table, finally taking in his surroundings. Damn. This isn't the Loft. Oh, well. There's just about everything in that basket. Doing laundry in the same place as forty people gets some odd combinations. If it's around in '99, it might just be there.

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

It's always struck her as a little unfair, really, that Mark found the bar first. Found Angel first.

Angel was -her- best friend, after all, long before the others ever knew her.

So although she's glad that Mark and Joanne found the place, she's always been a little jealous too - jealous that they can go and hug Angel when they please, and she can't.

Until now.

Mimi Marquez enters Milliways for the first time, and unlike most of the new arrivals, she knows within seconds exactly where she is, and starts -grinning-, looking around the room for one well-known, well-loved face.

handcuff-dance.livejournal.com

The door opens and Mimi Marquez finds herself back in the strange bar again.

She turns back to the door, and is surprised to see that unlike her last decidedly unplanned visit here - the door the brought her here is now gone. She reaches out a hand, hoping it's just a trick of the light and but meets only empty, open air.

Her heart starts to pound rapidly in her chest, and she desperately scans the crowd for a familiar face.

Thankfully she sees one and quickly makes her way over.

handcuff-dance.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Knocking on Heaven's Door? ]]

Mimi steps through the door, feeling solid ground under her feet - and the very real, very solid weight of her body. The sudden change in sensation is odd. She takes another step, her limbs responding sluggishly, and she feels as though she's trying to move through molasses.

She's disoriented - confused.

She looks around - and realizes she has no idea where she is.

This doesn't look like heaven. For that matter, it doesn't look like hell either.

It looks like a bar.

"Madre del Dios.." she whispers.

[[ooc: I have to leave for work. Slowtimes = welcome.]]