milliways_bar | Entries tagged with nico di angelo

Duck is so happy to be person-shaped Duck again! SO HAPPY! Super happy.

So happy that she is not even going to worry about her assignment that is due tomorrow, or the fact that Lilie keeps squeaking things about all the points of resemblance between Duck and a turtle.

So happy that she is completely not watching where she is going, as she bounces towards the bar for an afternoon snack.

- hey, how did that table get there?

basic_powers

"Ohcrapohcrapohcrap!" Says the fast moving blur of human making for the Bar like his life depends on it.

His life doesn't depend on it, but he asked for doing Happy Hour tonight. And showing up 2 hours late is not helpful, even IF he did get stuck having to file a police report. Don't ask.

With a hurried leap over the surface of Bar, Beauford Tannen hastily scrawls out the specials for this evening.

Sorry I'm late!
Happy Hour Specials
Masked Vigilantte
Sno-cone Martini
Revenant
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Half off on all Wine selections

With that, a still panting 'tender is ready to service your late night needs. And since he's late..

[ The mun had a run in with a deer. Neither the mun or the car were damaged badly, but a tow truck AND police report were needed. No Venison was gained from this event, much to our sorrow.

Open til it scrolls]

Current Mood: stressed

basic_powers

A few days ago, this young man gave a promise to a young boy who was Bound. Thus, there's a note being deposited at the bar.

( A Note for Nico diAngelo )

Note left, Beauford's going to wait in one of the booths with one of his textbooks to wait. The cover reads 'POWERS: Metahuman activity and effect over the past century'.

He's entirely botherable. If you don't mind the book and the person he's waiting for taking priority.

{Tiny expectant tag: Nico diAngelo}

the_ghostking

There's a grumpy little demigod sitting by the fire with a glass of milk and a plate of what appears to be hearty looking pancakes.

They're part of a relatively healthy breakfast! ... only Nico doesn't seem to be paying them any attention whatsoever.

His mind, after all, is on other things.

Like. Did Thalia have to be so mean? What's her problem anyway? It's not like he was lying or anything.

This whole 'dealing with people from the past' thing is confusing.

[ooc: not plot-locked by any means!
however; my right wrist appears to be in a bit of a state atm so I will have to reply to all tags tomorrow. so sorry!]

tiny!tag: nico di angelo, thalia grace

wheatencrown

Demeter's feeling quite happy, her daughter is home and she's spent the entire day gardening and cooking with her.

So when she finds the Bar, she calls something in Greek behind her before stepping through.

She goes to Bar and orders a glass of retsina as she waits to see who's around tonight.

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

There is music coming from a corner of the bar, over by the fireplace.

Data is sitting there with his violin, with perfect posture that is clearly not taking advantage of the comfortable-looking chair that he is occupying. He is playing a Mozart piece in E minor to technical perfection, though not with any particular feeling. And anyone with a sharp ear for music will notice that the piano part is missing. (Which is also made obvious by the occasional pause in his playing.)

He keeps pausing at the end of the piece too, seemingly pondering something before he starts it up again.

You may catch him in the middle of his piece, or during one of these pauses. He would not mind the distraction—he has practiced this piece hundreds of times.

[OOC: Slowtimes might be a little difficult this week, but I will pick them up! Open 'til it scrolls. Also: if anyone has another thread with me that they'd still like to continue, let me know! I'd love to. ^_^]

[OOC edit: Alas, I shall have to leave soon. :( I'll pick up slowtimes as quickly as I can. Luv u all! <3]

gone_byebye

"Morning, Bar," says Ray as he comes through the door, dripping and in uniform. The two tend to go hand in hand. "Sorry about the mess, but if I attempt an ectoplasmic decontamination at home I'm never going to hear the end of it from Dr. Venkman. Can I get whatever you've got in the way of coffee that wouldn't so much wake the dead as just make them stir in their sleep? Thanks."

[tinytag: Nico di Angelo]

fleecy-seeker.livejournal.com

"Can I get a plate of cheese enchiladas and about six peanut butter sandwiches wrapped up to go? Just the sandwiches, I'll eat the enchiladas here," Grover asks Bar in a calm voice.

Wait, Grover calm? Something has to be up.

[Tiny Fleecy Tag: Grover Underwood]

pickyourmoments

Chandler's always known that eventually, he'd get caught. You can only skive off of work to go to a bar so many times before someone notices. He'd just never expected that someone to be the Bar.

He's being put to work, because he keeps ditching work. That's the way he sees it. He's never tended a bar. He's never even waited tables. He's had one job his entire life, and that was statistical anayalsys and data reconfiguration. Still, he goes behind the Bar, and fumbles around, trying to figure out what it is he's meant to be doing. Eventually, he comes up with a plan.

Happy Hour
Apologies in advance for the new guy

SPECIALS

Rum and Coke/Rum and Diet Coke
Chocolate Milk
Coffee

And that exhausts the list of things he can make on his own. Grabbing a Yoo-hoo for himself, he sits back and waits for something to happen.

Fake!Tag: Chandler Bing

the_ghostking

It is, by all rights, an ordinary day at the bar.

But when the door opens next, letting in a chilly, almost eerie breeze, those sitting nearest the exit might inadvertently feel a shiver crawl up and down their spine.

(They may not understand why. Or they might.)

The reason is because Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, has entered the bar.

Wearing an oversized dark leather bomber jacket and baggy pants, his hair looking as though it's badly in need of a decent haircut, his skin pale and almost sallow - like he's spent far too much of his time underground - he steps past the threshold and into the main space.

He looks frustrated and angry, but beneath that is a mingled expression of confusion and sadness. The boy's been through a lot.

"This isn't going to help me," he grumps immediately, turning to his right - where there is no one there to answer back. "Hey - where did -"

Someone help a poor boy out.

[ooc: I love this first EP so much I'm using it again. :3 Open forever!

tiny!tag: nico di angelo]

flybywash

Naomi's first birthday is coming up in a week and a half. Her first birthday.

Wash is torn somewhere between feeling pride, feeling amazed and baffled at the whole I-could-swear-I-held-her-in-the-crook-of-my-arm-yesterday thing, and just feeling old.

He's also parked out in a booth, milkshake plunked in the center of the table and his datapad close at hand. He's supposed to be re-checking the flight coordinates to their next drop. What he's really doing is making a surreptitious list of birthday gifts for his daughter.

Nobody'll notice if he sneaks "live baby dinosaur" on there, will they?

[ooc: this is Wash's last EP before his retirement. Everyone's welcome to tag, and this post'll stay open for as long as people want to tag, but tonight, any threads after the first four or five will have to be slowtimed like crazy so my brain doesn't explode.]

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam emerges from the staff quarters, not in a frock for once - it's way too hot to dress up - instead shirtless and bandana'd. He bounces over to the Bar and gets ready to start his shift.

He is observed. By beady little eyes. Two pairs, in fact. One of the owners of which also has wings. Please insert your own ominous music of choice here. He notices them after a moment, and peers. "...hi there."

"Hello."

A second's blinking later, he falls back on his actual job, which is to serve drinks. "Anything I can get you?"

Ducky tilts her head deliberatively to one side. "No thank you, I am fine!"

Petrie flutters up to click along the Bar towards Adam, peering at the rag in his hands. "What are you doing?"

"Tending bar, little buddy. You okay there?"

"We are very well, thank you. Or... I am. Petrie, are you well?"

"What are you doing?" That comes from the other side of the bar, from a small orange Triceratops accompanied by an equally small, but silent, Stegosaurus

"Talking to the human-bartending!" Petrie chirps. "Hello Cera, hello Spike!"

Ducky peers into a bowl of bright pink cherries. "What are these?"

"Cherries", Adam tells her. "Fruit, you'd probably like them." He tilts his head at the small creatures, getting an idea. "...hey. How'd you guys like to help me out tonight?"

"Help out?" exclaims Cera. "Would you let us?"

"Is it the same as help ing?" asks Ducky, proving that even tiny minds can produce terrible puns.

Adam cracks up. "More or less, yeah. Come on up here."

"Okay!"

[ooc: three muns, four dinobabies, one human bartender. Have at!]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Indy, Mel, and their wards arrive at a floor that is definitely not the garage. Unfortunate events transpire that deny the party a quick return, and a monster of an adventure unfolds as they try and get back. It makes Mel and Indy's recent grab look like a walk in the park.

Rated PG-13 for violence, incredible action sequences and a solitary expletive.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Some time after Mike has eaten, he sends Mel up to get some rest. When she wakes, a new project presents itself, in the form of a bored explorer. Plans for a day of fun are made and embarked upon.

But all is not as it seems?

To be continued...]

princeinexile

[OOM: After tangling with Stephanie and being interrupted by Cera, Zuko is marched into the cells. There, he is taunted by Stephanie for a good part of the day, has to deal with getting his dog of the cells, Melaka wants a damn explanation behind the crying dinosaur, and then sees his mentor, who he basically tells to naff off. However, this is not the end of things, for he ends the day seeing his uncle, Iroh, who due to milli!circumstances, Zuko has not laid eyes on in over two years. It is not the best reunion ever.

The next day, Steph is sprung and Zuko shares snark.

And that is one hell of a day and half in the cells. He still has a day and a half more to go.]

jedipilot.livejournal.com

As much as Jaina loves her father, she's never exactly been one to listen when he tells her not to do something. Running away from Threepio as a kid, sneaking off to visit Zekk as a teen. And paying off a part of his tab now, even though she knows Han doesn't want her too.

But he is her father and she does have enough credits to cover some of it right now, and well, Solos are a stubborn bunch.

So when Jaina goes to the bar this morning to order a plate of bluefruit for breakfast, she also makes sure to drop off some credits - enough to pay a third of her father's tab. Jaina smiles, pleased with herself, and then wanders off to a booth to enjoy her meal.