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[In the cells, during Christmas week:

(Part 1 can be found here.)

Moist, being less than a fan of incarceration in general, stops by to check on Natasha and bring books.

On hearing the news, Clint Barton shows up with a care package for Natasha. The resulting conversation between him, Natasha, and the guy who shot her once upon a time in Odessa is somewhat ... complicated.

Katya drops by to scold her fellow Russians for not just causing trouble, but getting caught at it.

Rikki Barnes visits to inform her uncle that he's not being the best example, and then regales him and Natasha with tales of adventure in rescuing Santa Claus.

Father Harman arrives on a mission of mercy for Bucky, which is unfortunately met with a good deal of skepticism.

In contrast, Sunshine shows up with a cinnamon roll, which receives a much more pleased response from both Bucky and Natasha... even though their chat also ends up revealing an alias or two.

A distressed Pabu brings Bolin to help. Congratulations, Bucky and Natasha, you've upset the fire ferret!

Coulson comes in to check on Natasha and even updates her on the reality TV she's missing. Alas, the Winter Soldier's not especially pleased with this particular visitor.

Some time after that, Director Fury arrives to investigate the situation for himself. Turns out he knows more than either of them realized ... but really, who's surprised?

Finally, late at night near the end of the week, the strain of the past and present together proves to be a little too much for Natasha and Bucky both. X takes them to the greenhouse to work off some of their sentence in gardening, and a lot of things are finally dealt with.*


*contains references and allusions to experimentation and trauma]


[OOC: millitimed back almost a month, with my sincere apologies for the delay in posting!]
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Dr. Horrible stumbles into the bar, clutching his left arm like it's about to fall off.

(As a matter of fact, that's not too far from the truth-- the good guys usually pack a mean punch.)

To the ordinary Milliways customer, he might not look any different from usual: deer-in-the-headlights eyes, slightly hunched stance, gloves and goggles intact. The sharp-eyed observer, however, will notice that Dr. Horrible is dressed in white, not red. He seems... somehow... less evil.

With a rabbit-like glance around the bar, Dr. Horrible moves away from the doorway. You can find him (barely) standing or, before long, gently trembling in a booth.


[ooc: open for the weekend!]

Happy Hour

Oct. 18th, 2010 06:31 pm
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[personal profile] wizard_howell
It's a tired and subdued wizard who straggles into the bar tonight, rests his head on Bar's surface, and is presented with the option to tend. Never one to resist a challenge, regardless of how weary he might be, he nods resolutely. A wave of his hand later, the specials are up on the board.

Baby Aspirin
Morgan's Mountain
Witch's Brew #2 (#1 is busy)


At the very bottom, in tiny golden letters:

Bydd y dyn hwn yn talu am bopeth!*


It's only money, right?




*Drinks are on Howl's tab tonight.


ETA: and we're closed to new threads. Thank you, everyone.



Tag: Alba DeTamble
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[personal profile] sleazeoverstyle
HEY.

Yeah, he means to be here, and thank friggin' fuck it's Saturday night, and tomorrow's his day off in any world no matter how he slices it. Cradling his left arm by the elbow, he moves over to the bar, sits his ass down, and orders a shot of somethin' strong.

Tonight, he needs it.


Tasty Tag: The Fledgling
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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
Moist is at a table, playing solitaire. He looks pretty damn pleased about that fact, considering it looks like he's losing.
But he's good enough at the game, by now, that he could manage a conversation while he's at it.
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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
it didn't occur to Moist until he came into the bar that he's been dry for a year now. He knew it'd been a while, but... well.
Nothing like your new favorite holiday to remind you.
None of this year's options sounded very appealing - for one thing, none of them were the middle ground between this and perpetual sogginess that he's pretty sure now he won't ever see - so he's at a table, having lunch and fiddling with some of the Legos.
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Moist is at a table, reading a newspaper.
...Well, we say 'reading.' But it's more like rolling his eyes at the Hammerwatch articles - really, do they need more than one per day? Especially since he hasn't done much of anything lately. Jeez. (He may or may not be drawing a singing-cowboy getup on one of the photos.)
Long story short, he could probably do with a distraction.
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[Out of Milliways: "Very good, Mister Weisfelt. Did they tell you my name?"]

Artie drags himself out of the hallway entrance and into the bar proper. He looks like he hasn't slept in a couple of days. That would be because he hasn't.

He stops off at the Bar just long enough to leave a short note for Security, ) then plunks himself down in a corner booth with a plate of waffles and a mug of tea the size of his head.

[Open until it scrolls. tinytags: A Gothic Winter Tale, Arthur "Artie" Nielsen, Vlad Dracula]
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Moist has actually read through the entirety of that list the guy looking into the vampire problem gave him.
Well, nearly so, anyway. The damn thing's 40 pages long, and he's not exactly made of free time. But he's down toward the end now, which he figures has to count for something. He'll probably be done with it the next time he sees the guy.

Was there unusually thick fog in the area?

...He's gonna go with 'no' on that one.

(OOC: Open till it scrolls.)
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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
So last night started out okay. Coreen got made into a tasty snack by someone, and that's bad; the guy was trying to research the whole thing, which is good.
But then they sidetracked into Milliways and the guy gave him a list and... Moist has a feeling the guy's used to being able to put things in boxes? And Milliways probably isn't going to fit into a box. Any box. Anywhere in the multiverse.
But he's reading through the whole list anyway. Might as well humor the guy and see if that makes things make any more sense; so far the answer's no.

Was the atmosphere unusually humid or dry at any time?

...Moist facepalms.
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Agent Nielsen really shouldn't be here. He's got too many things to take care of back home, and doesn't entirely trust this realm, in general.

But the encounter he had the other day convinced him that maybe it would be a good idea to stick around, just for a little while. He went back to the Warehouse just long enough to pack a couple of changes of clothes and every book he could find about vampiric lore (which wasn't as many as you'd figure), and rented a room at Milliways.

This, it could be argued, is just another part of his job as a Warehouse agent. After all, if there's a vampire here, it could potentially get through the door to their world, and he has to do everything in his power to keep that from happening, right?

...well, maybe it's not that likely. But what Mrs. Frederick doesn't know won't hurt her.

In any case, Artie has commandeered a corner booth for himself, and said booth is strewn with books and notes and other, less identifiable things. The man himself is sipping a cup of strong tea and scribbling furiously on a legal pad.

He's botherable, if you can get his attention.

[tinytags: A Gothic Winter Tale, Arthur "Artie" Nielsen, Rem the Shinigami]
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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
So the other night was... good. Really, really good.
Of course, Moist can never play a Henchmen's Union poker game again, but that's all right. Once was enough to make the point, and anyway, it's a lot more fun to just watch.
He has a brief conversation with Bar that includes splitting what's left of the pot (he put some away at home, just in case) among his own tab, Doc's, Penny's, and Coreen's. It's not much, compared to one of Conflict Diamond's heists (for example), but it's something. Anyway, he'd already bought Christmas presents, so he couldn't think of anything else to do with it.
After the tab enhancement, he gets a couple glasses of water and stakes out a table.
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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
(OOM:

Knowing how stories work is almost all the battle.

For example, when an obvious innocent sits down with [four] experienced card sharpers and says "How do you play this game, then?", someone is about to be shaken down until their teeth fall out.

--Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad)
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[personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx is still here, and still sick. Every time she thinks she's getting better, she has another coughing fit or dizzy spell and starts feeling awful again. At the moment, she's just sitting at a table in the bar, trying to read over her intelligence notes without going cross-eyed.

She does this for several minutes in silence. Then, out of nowhere, she starts singing, quietly at first, but gradually building up in intensity and volume... )

[tinytag: IMDb Flu]
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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
Specials:
hot cider (hard or not)
hot chocolate


It seems to be cold in a lot of places, so Moist figures warm drinks are the way to go.
Between customers, he's poking at a ThinkGeek catalog. Because, well, what do you get the mad scientist who has everything?
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Rumor has it that the Union's poker night is coming up soon. In the interest of preparation, Moist is practicing.
...Well, as much as you can call poker-solitaire against a handheld system 'practicing.' But it's better than nothing, all things considered.
Which is not to say he'd mind an interruption. If all else fails, the handset will wait.
[identity profile] laundry-buddy.livejournal.com
Billy stumbles in, bleary-eyed and red-nosed.

He's feeling odd today. This morning, he got the urge to put on a suit. Now, every time his eyes sweep across the bar and sees a chick (woman), a number from 1 to 10 pops into his head.

He staggers into a sitting position at the bar, and rubs his head. Tension-type headache, caused by fatigue and likely untreated depression.

Whaaat... is going on here? 

Let's find out.

[tiny tag: imdb flu, featuring Doogie Howser and Barney Stinson.]

[open until it falls off the front page.]

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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
There is no cowboy getup today, which Moist appreciates.
On the other hand, when he asks Bar for a snack, he gets a plate of snickerdoodles, a glass of milk, and a small collection of newspaper clippings. The cookies give him an idea of what that's about, considering the dream he had the other night; when he finds his mother's obituary in the pile, he knows that was right, at least.
So: Thoughtful henchman is thoughtful. He'll probably share the cookies, if anyone were to ask.

[tiny tired tag: Penny]
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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
(OOM:

How am I supposed to remember you
When you won't let me forget?
)


Moist is still in the cowboy getup - which, considering it's Halloween proper, doesn't really surprise him.
But even with the weirdness of the night, he's not doing too badly, on the whole. Which isn't to say he'd mind company, to go with his late-night snack.
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"...Oh, hell no."
Who Moist is addressing isn't immediately clear, but it's a safe guess that it has to do with a certain sudden change in attire.
"Seriously. I look like a reject from the Monkees, or something. No."
There's a moment's hesitation, and the getup is replaced by fairly standard cowboy gear.

Moist facepalms, but he doesn't protest. Singing telegram posse is better than... whatever the hell that was.

(OOC: Open all weekend, or till he gets another post, whichever comes first.)
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Moist doesn't hesitate in accepting the Bar's offer of a bartending shift; they're fun, and it's been a while. But then there's the matter of coming up with specials, and nothing in the various books on hand is all that appealing.
Until he spots Conflict Diamond on the other side of the room, and grins. She's got enough concoctions to her name to make this fun.
And so, after a brief discussion, the board reads:

Specials:
Bad Horse
Bait and Switch
Pink Pummeler
smoothies


Happy hour's on; two bartenders, no waiting.
Or, well, less waiting, once Conflict Diamond is done scouring the shelves for suitable fruit liqueurs.

(OOC: Tag one or both of 'em, leave it to chance, threadhop, have fun!)
[identity profile] laundry-buddy.livejournal.com
The doctor is in. In the bar, that is-- sitting at the bar, rubbing his eyes with tiredness and drinking what appears to be an extremely intense energy drink. He's left his microscopic goggles on, absent-mindedly.

Someone might want to let him know why the table appears to be so close.

[open until sideways-eight.]
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Moist figures it's high time he stopped being so bothered by the recent arrivals here. Or, well, at least it's high time he stopped acting like it was obvious. So he's at a table, with a sandwich (not having to start with stale bread just to have something he can still hold onto by the time he's done is a novelty that has yet to wear off) and a book (ditto non-waterproofed paper).
He wouldn't say no to company.
[personal profile] ladyfirestarter
There's a redheaded woman in the bar tonight. She's very tired, but that's nothing new; she's almost gotten used to the low energy levels.

Right now she's sitting at the bar with a cup of the best coffee in the multiverse, debating with herself as to whether she wants conversation or not.

Come help her make up her mind.
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[personal profile] kemo_soggy
Moist is on one of the couches by the fire, asleep. (The book would appear to indicate this isn't what he had in mind when he sat down. And, well, good thing this didn't happen four months ago?)
Someone might want to wake him up. Just a thought.

(Eco-friendly recycled post. Open till it falls off the page.)