milliways_bar | Entries tagged with petrie

[OOM: Circumstances and people change, and sometimes you don't realize how much until you take a step back and really look around.]

Alanna and Adam haven't been in the bar together -- or at all, in Adam's case -- since they moved, but here they are, hand in hand and looking content. Both seem as if they have been spending a great deal of time outdoors; fairly recently, judging by the mud on their boots.

While Adam chooses a table, Alanna disappears into the office and returns a few moments later with a small stack of papers. She pins her security badge to her shirt and looks down at the table with a smile.

Adam has cider and food waiting.

petriedino.livejournal.com

There is, once again, a very small winged dinosaur swooping and diving around the bar.

Watch your heads.

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.]

petriedino.livejournal.com

Petrie is in the rafters, where he has been since whenever he woke up yesterday.

He can't quite figure out how to get down, right now.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Today is a day like any other. The sun is shining, the birds are crapping on the heads of those unwary who venture outside beneath the trees, and there's a heaping portion of potent magical food set out for unsuspecting bar patrons.

The curry has bided its time.

And it has waited long enough.

It slops placidly within its enormous bowl. Beside it is jasmine rice; behind it is a dusty trickle of curry powder. The very suspicious might think that it looks like the curry is trying to send some of its powder into a nearby jug of water, but they're clearly delusional and paranoid.

The fact that the entire display might not be there when certain patrons look -- patrons who have had some experience with curry -- is just . . . a trick of the light.

duck-bill.livejournal.com

Well, looky here.

There are some small creatures of varying sizes in the tree-cave - sorry, bar. A yellow one, a brown one, and a green one.

Cera marches in proudly, Petrie fluttering overhead and Ducky trailing behind, urging Spike to hurry.

"Found it!"

It took almost twenty minutes to find the right cave. The end of an Epic Quest!

[OOC: Tag one, or tag 'em all.]

clumsy_auror

Today.

Is a special day.

Today is a day when Nymphadora Tonks is not screaming her head off in agony as she attempts to push a squirming, screeching bowling ball out of her body.

However, it is the first anniversary of that blessed event!

Accordingly, the Tonks-Wrangle family is arrayed around one of the bar tables, festive paper hats on their heads and a nice frosted cake on the table with the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANTHONY!" and a green "1" candle on the top. Even Ellie has seen fit to join the party; she's looking up at the table hopefully, ready to catch any stray bits of frosting that should happen her way.

There's no telling how long the cake will remain intact, given the gleam in Anthony's eye.

petriedino.livejournal.com

There is a very small pterodactyl flying around the bar, somewhere near head level.

For reasons known only to Bar, he is wearing a tutu. And fairy wings.

no_justice

It happens rather suddenly.

One second the bar is going about its day to day collective business, around the present-stacked sleigh pulled by boars.

The next second everyone in bar finds themselves sitting in front of a vast pile of Late Cretaceous angiosperm leaves. And there's spare leaves for anyone not quite in the bar proper at this exact moment.

Happy Hogswatch everyone?

aj_crawley

Crowley stole the Sunday papers, this morning, before Aziraphael could read them.

It's pretty great that he was in a position to, really, but not quite so wonderful is the reason he did.

He's not reading them, exactly - they're open to the story that's of, ah, particular interest, but Crowley seems more interested in his coffee, and in sporadically checking his watch.

He should be going. He - a glance at the paper - really should be going. And he will. Really.

Any second now.

attic-girl.livejournal.com

Fuchsia has appropriated a table somewhere that affords a fairly good view of the bar and the other patrons. She's decided, it seems, to spend the entire day in the bar proper, and be social. Or to try, anyway.

She isn't just sitting there, of course. She's obtained some paper and a pencil and is actually getting back in the habit of drawing. The bar provides so many interesting subjects, after all.

petriedino.livejournal.com

The door turns briefly into the opening of the hollow tree, and Petrie flutters through, with Spike plodding along on the ground below him.

They head towards the Bar to get food.

mnt_mike

Just because you haven't seen him, well that doesn't mean he hasn't been here.
Actually, considering the bond between him, Bernard, and Bar...chances are pretty damn good that here's the only place he can be at the moment.

Mike's seated at Bar.
There's a checkerboard in front of him.
Right now Red is kicking Black's butt.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!"

Guess which color he is...

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

Dworkin is at the base of a tree, listening to the sound of the wind whistling over his head. Feeling the texture of the grass beneath his fingers, and tasting the last few breaths of summer air.

"When I consider everything that grows," he mumbles to himself, and lets his eyes close. The hunch in his back is more pronounced, these days, and sitting is a relief for his twisted leg.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April inna bar.

Not a particularly happy April, but an April nonetheless.

Feel free to try to cheer her up.

slayer_fray

There's a loud rap on the back door, followed by the sound of someone running away, and the distant sound of someone wheeling away heavy machinery.

Oh, and for those patrons with exceptional hearing, a stream of cursing.

"Rutting hell. I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna get big again, then I'm gonna kill that evil dickhead."

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!]

beautiful_ann

Sunday evening, and Ann's somehow found herself in Milliways again.

Of course, just because she's spending Sunday evening in a bar doesn't mean there aren't things to be taken care of. She's settled into a booth mending a blouse carefully and sipping coffee between stitches. It's a calm little scene.

wereoutofajob.livejournal.com

Last night Alan Grant went up to 115 for a shower and ended up falling asleep.

So terrified he's sprinted downstairs, hat on his head. He thrusts money on the bartop and throws open the door-

Only to stare openmouthed.

Everything last night wasn't a dream.

Minutes later there is a palentologist with a glass of water and a pad of paper bought and paid for. He's got a crumpled fax spread out in front of him, and a Procompsognathus triassicus being sketched out on the pad of paper. Drawing helps relax him. Although it should be noted the detailed sketch of the "compy" is being surrounded by doodles of what appear to be a family of Utahraptors.

dukeorsquire.livejournal.com

A rather attractive young (is he young? it's hard to say) man comes in through the front door, brushing rain off his shoulders. It takes him a moment to realise that he is not, in fact, in the stables at Camelot.

"Oh, good Gog," he says softly. "Gawain's the one who wanted to go questing, not me!"

He sighs, and wanders over to the fire, because in his experience, inexplicable things tend to get explained. Sooner or later. And he's rather damp.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Mark is in the bar.

Oh. You want more detail? Fine. Mark is at a table in the bar, with a textbook, a script, a camera, three pens of various sorts, a messenger bag, and a pot of coffee, with requisite cup. His attention, however, is not drawn to any of those things. He seems to be pale-y gaping at a piece of paper. In fact, he has been doing this for the past fifteen minutes.

Perhaps someone should cut in.

petriedino.livejournal.com

The door opens and Petrie flies in.

And is rather startled to find himself dressed in a tutu, with a lovely pair of extra wings.

grimy-brian.livejournal.com

Brian is singing quietly to himself.

"Wooooah I'm an alien,
I'm a Brian alien
I'm an alien inna baaaar!"

He finds a table, sits under it.

No reason.

Current Mood: cheerful

petriedino.livejournal.com

After his visit to Happy Hour, there is a small drunken - and low-flying - pterodactyl in the bar.

Better keep your head down.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie, sitting behind the Bar with a Coke and notebook and dusty book closes all three and sticks them under the Bar, tearing a sheet of paper out of his notebook first. He copies his selections from The Barman's Bestiary down carefully.

Happy Hour Specials

Zoo Night! All drinks with animal-names are on special. A selection of examples below:

Kentucky Mule
Goldfish
Somebird
Green Tree Frog
Rattlesnake Cocktail
White Spider
Dragonfly

Nonhuman patrons drink half-price.

"Evening, everybody. Specials are on the board, and as always, Bar does a damn good dinner, too. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour."