milliways_bar | Entries tagged with naraht

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

When the Door opens this time, there is a sound of a great many sentients having one hell of a good time. Perhaps one may even glimpse them (Terrans, Andorians, Vulcans, Denebians, Romulans...) before the door closes behind Milliways' unsuspecting visitor.

Said visitor is would stand out even in the crowd he just left. He stands two meters tall and three meters wide and...well, quite frankly looks like a boulder who took it into its silly (non-existant) head to go for a walk.

Naraht pauses in the entry-way, taken slightly aback. Then he starts laughing.

"Perfect! I wasn't ready to stop celebrating yet!"

The long-absent Horta glides over to Bar. A few minutes later, he is quite comfortably settled beside her with a plate full of graphite and a sign...

Raise a toast to Ael i-Mhiessan t'Rllaillieu and your drink is on me!

The Horta's in a jovial (and perhaps slightly intoxicated) mood. Care to join him?

maj-ferretface.livejournal.com

Frank Burns sits at the bar with a pen and a legal pad. He scribbles furiously, bent low over the pad of paper with his tongue between his teeth. From time to time, he looks up, shooting sneaky, suspicious looks at the patrons around him.

The comparison to a small predatory rodent has never been so apt.

mendanddefend_archive

Watching the Front Door for any sign of Black Oil gets very, very boring. So Bob's decided to entertain himself by dragging a music stand over to his table and playing a few tunes on his new(ish) guitar.

He can still see the door, of course, but his attention is mostly focused on the sheet music in front of him. Tonight it's the John Mayer songbook.

So, to recap: blue guy, inna bar, playing "Neon."

[ooc: ~~Off to supper. Will pick up tags around 7:30 PST.~~ Back! Tag away!]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace has taken over a table, spreading her notes out all over it. Unlike the Doctor, she hasn't gone rogue. She still needs to send reports back to Gallifrey now and then about what she's up to. Of course, they already know what she's up to, making this more of an exercise of remembering who her bosses are.

This may have something to do with how furiously she's scribbling. Ace has never liked busy-work.

wizard_dresden

So, here we are, me and my air spirit, Bob, on duty for another evening.

On the specials board, written in a flowing old European-style hand - see, I do let Bob out from time-to-time - are tonight's drink specials...

Drink Specials
Muppet
Yellow Sock
Baby Doll

I am *so* gonna get shot for that.

[ooc: mun will disappear for about an hour at 2100 EST, until then - order up!]

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht missed the puppetization of Milliways this weekend. Why? Let's just say he had a little project of his own.

The results of said project are now "dancing" around each other in a clear patch of floor.

"WE REPRESENT THE LOLLYPOP GUILD! THE LOLLYPOP GUILD! THE LOLLYPOP GUILD..."

The Wizard of Oz performed by the mini!Dalek Dance Corps. Tremble!

supaahiro

Hiro has been busy -- very busy. But it's not the busy he wants. It's the busy, however, he delivers to Bar with a, "Purease give to the crew of... Sss...Su... Serenity. Delivery securetu!"

Bar takes the gift away, and Hiro sighs, content. The crew he's met has been so good to him (well, Jayne was scary, but that was logical, right?), it's only right to show them his appreciation.

Now done, he finds himself with his beer -- Sam Adams, since Mike got him started on it -- alone before the Observation Window.

There's a strange sense of melancholy to the man today; he looks at the emptiness on the other side of the booth, and he looks to the wall where the door should be.

"This is not how we roll," he sighs, and takes another swig.

Ando, at least, should be here. Charlie, he failed and lost forever.

a1enzo

Anyone passing near the Door may hear some faint sounds through it. *creak* "No..." *slam* *creak* "No..." *slam* *creak* "No no no!" *slam*

*creak* "YEAH!" crows Enzo, who has finally found Milliways in the upstairs hall closet. "I did it!"

The Highest Authority - his big sister - has just given Enzo permission to visit Milliways. Let the rampage begin!

[[OOC: It's darn late, but anyone who wants to slowtime, tag in!]]

Current Mood: jubilant

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Hello! There's a Horta at the Bar.

And he has something that might just be a recipe for trouble. You see, when he ordered some lunch, Bar also included three new toys. The controls are simple, so Naraht now has a team of tiny Daleks swarming around him, bumping into things and playfully chasing the occasional waitrat.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

The Door opens...

Hey! Here's someone you haven't seen in a while. A half-ton boulder glides in, and he's whistling something that sounds rather like "The Drunken Sailor".

He pauses as he enters the room. "Well I'll be a conglomerate! Milliways!"

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Naraht back to the fold.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

[OOM: World Without Magic, Albeit Greatly Delayed. Millitimed to back in July, when we started the blasted thing- with my sincerest apologies.

Quinn, Creedy, Naraht, Veronica Mars, and Dooku head off to Quinn and Creedy's world with the supplies and tools Quinn's acquired at Milliways. Mind you, Dooku wasn't planning on the trip, so you can imagine his surprise. Especially when the Force fails to function. There's a ruined hotel, an escape tunnel to be dug, and a near-miss with a dragon before the greatest trial of them all: a castle full of suspicious English. . .

Later in the day, after much work and many handwaved meetings, Veronica, Quinn and Creedy head for supper. There's discussion, and other things. And finally night falls.

You have my sincerest apologies for how long this took to get through. It won't happen again.]

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn was outside earlier, taking Ross out for a round of exercise to tire the stallion out, when he saw it: the faintly shimmering place just under the trees ahead. That would be where the way back to his world was going to open, if he kept moving forward.

It was time.

He's in the Bar now, having made the appropriate arrangements to get Lando's pallet of meds and weaponry out to where it would require minimal effort to move, and he's retrieved the Riddles' box from Bar. Ross's saddlebags are packed, and everything else- seeds, supplies, living plants, goats, etc.- is outside, safely sequestered and ready to go. Now he's just waiting for Creedy and any others who might still be willing to go.

He's gonna miss this place.

gone_byebye

Some time after all the dust settles...

The door opens again, admitting a slightly smoky, sweaty, stinky Ray. He looks like he's had the time of his life.

Possibly the people behind him do too.

"Bar?" he calls out, holding the door open. "Can we engage the St. Crispin's Day protocol, please? I don't have a brother, so just say everyone who fought with me today gets drinks on me tonight."

gone_byebye

[OOM:

Ray and his merry band of .... well, something... head back to his world for some righteous vengeance. Thanks to their excellent choices of personnel, getting in is remarkably easy. Johnny Destiny makes sure that a few basic things go the right way- well begun is half done, after all- and then bestows some luck on the other unwilling guests.

Foxtrot has his merry way with the security people before heading off with Danny Phantom and ruining Walter Peck's day. Agent K and Matilda dispense a little explosive justice on the initial investigator on the Stantz case- as well as giving the big man of the organization food for thought.

Kitt Knight, Michael Donighal, and Obi-Wan Kenobi teach the organization a thing or two about hiring weak-willed security guards- and about centralizing their power controls and network access in one place.

And the others, well.... they wreak just as much havoc as they possibly can, especially once they find Peck's office. Thanks to the tender mercies of Foxtrot and Danny, Peck is in an absolutely sterling state of mind when he arrives shortly thereafter.

The presence of multiple Egons Spengler does not help this AT ALL.

Chaos wrought, our heroes start their long trek back up, finally make it to the light of day (or its fluorescent analogue), and head for home- or the Bar...]

[Special Added Bonus: can you spot the Random Geek Encounters?]

gone_byebye

Ray is settled by the door-

No. No, that's not right. Settled implies that he's sitting calmly, and he's not. He's uncharacteristically tense. Normally if he's anticipating something he fairly vibrates in place, and right now he's... still. Absolutely, totally still, as he faces the door.

At least until it opens and re-admits Foxtrot X-Ray from his mission of earlier. Then Ray springs to his feet, crossing the space to the kitsune in two strides. There is murmuring, and conferring, and then Ray nods. "Right," he says, and looks around.

Ah. There.

Ray leaps up onto one of the tables and announces to all and sundry, "Excuse me! Excuse me, please! .... thank you.... Those of you who're aware of some unfortunate action on the part of some extremely unpleasant government agencies in my world may be interested to know that the gauntlet's been thrown down. Foliage Census reacted almost exactly the way we expected, so- it's time to go bust us some heads."

The wait-rats are looking at him as if they would dearly love to chew his ankles off, so he offers a weak, "Thank you," and climbs back down again.

gone_byebye

Ray makes his way down the stairs and out to lakeside, humming to himself. Egon's done some serious scanning work back in his world. There's an approximate location now. It's good.

He hasn't got his 'sabre just at the moment, but Bar was willing to give him a wooden practice sword, and he's perfectly capable of going through basic lightsabre drill techniques from memory. Which he might as well do while he works out how the heck everyone's going to get to the DC area.

one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com

...he's sitting in a corner reading a newspaper. Perhaps it's not the most exciting experience the world has ever known, but it's pretty damn lovely for a man who hasn't seen a new bit of print in some years. He's already read the "current events" for whatever world the previous occupant of the booth had been from and now he's on the funnies.

Damn. End of the universe and Dogbert's still a gas.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Somewhere in the middle of the day, Quinn slipped out of the Bar- a little to think, a lot to work with the horse properly. His arm still throbs where the stallion bit it, a reminder that failing to take the animal's needs seriously has consequences. Fortunately, the work is done now, so Quinn is back. He's got a table near the entrance, well-lit (something's got to cast the shadows for all those dark corners, after all!), and he's got dinner. It's all good, really.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht is at the Bar...and appears to be filling a rather large order. The Horta is wearing a kind of harness draped over his carapace and on either side are two large sacks.

The one on his right has a good many boxes which appear to be somewhat padded. The one on his left is half-full of more easily identifiable objects...toys to be specific.

Several of these appear on Bar's counter and are quickly placed in the bag.

Looks like Santa Horta's got plans for an early Christmas.

gone_byebye

Ray's had all the outside he can take today. He's in the Bar now, happily surrounded by people, and electricity, and civilization, and he's got an iPod earphone in one ear. Only the one, because as much as he's glad to listen to music again, he needs the other free in case someone wants to talk to him.

So there you go.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht is at a table, absently munching on granite and looking over some files projected on his holocomputer.

He asked Bar for some background on Walter Peck. She had it...files from ten different universes.

Naraht holds by the maxim "Know your enemy."

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

There is a Horta in the Bar.

That, by itself, has not been unusual for this last year. But, this time, Naraht is watching the area of the Door intently. On the table beside him are various devices and supplies: medikits, tricorders, folding stretchers, blankets. There is also a large, chilled keg full of Ray's Green Stuff standing by.

He's been in this position ever since the rescue party left last night...and he's not gonna budge until they get back.

blond-w-brain.livejournal.com

Blond-Egon walks into the bar in full array, and pins a note up on the board:

ATTENTION Those who have offered to assist with the rescue of Ray Stantz. We have received numerous offers of assistance, but for this part of the mission we believe it best to be a small team. Therefore, my counterpart and myself have picked those best suited to going. They are:

Foxtrot X-Ray
Daniel Fenton
Peter Venkman
Both Dr. Egon Spenglers

We appreciate your offers of assistance, and are certain that Ray will, as well. However, we do not know what the situation will be, and therefore feel it to be counterproductive to bring more than a small team with us. Anyone else who has wished to be involved in this rescue, we ask you stand by in case assistance is needed, whether medical, physical, spiritual or clerical. Regards, Dr. Egon Spengler (the blond one)

That done, Egon sits at a table, waiting for the forces to gather. He's sure that someone will be annoyed.

(( OOM: Gone to Montana to rescue Ray, back later. ))

gone_byebye

Last night got interesting in a hurry for Ray, and then headed off in the direction of other people entirely. No, really; of all the people in Bar, Ray was the only one who genuinely couldn't contribute to what Egon and the others were discussing. Oh, sure, he could lend assistance on paper or with engineering here, but the simple fact was that before anyone could go through with Egon's plans, Ray was going to have to go back to his world and stay there.

He's in the Bar this morning in case Egon or someone else wants to ask him questions about what's coming up, but he's good for conversation in general.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn's been about lately- you just haven't seen him. He's good enough at keeping a low profile when he needs to.

The Bar, however, has a note for him when he arrives. Thus he goes looking for certain people- but you could probably catch him if you tried, as he's not going far, really.