milliways_bar | Entries tagged with punie tanaka

Duck places one foot slowly after another, dragging her toes, as she slumps her way into the bar.

Pique won't talk to her; Fakir is expelled; Mytho is -- Mytho is she doesn't even know what, and she doesn't have any idea what's going on.

Sitting at a table in Milliways might not actually help with any of that, but it's better than listening to Lilie go on and on about how she and Pique are going to have a battle --

-- not that she's annoyed with Lilie! She's happy Lilie is having fun! Lilie is her only friend right now who isn't sad or upset, and that counts for something, right?

(Okay maybe she's a little tiny bit annoyed with Lilie. But she doesn't know what to do with that feeling, so Milliways it is!)

lyricaltokarev

[OOM: Food always tastes better when it's made with love!]

Flowers from the greenhouse are all well and good, but the wild flowers outdoors are almost more attractive at this time of year. This would explain why there is a happy teenage magical princess at one of the tables, presiding over a pair of plain glass vases and a sizeable collection of freshly cut lilacs spread out on a sheet of newsprint. There's a mixture of white, pink, and purple lilacs, and a few rarer stems of purple edged with white. Some of the flowers need a bit more trimming, so she's cheerfully working away at them with her garden snips, preparing to arrange them in the vases.

(At her side is a square-shaped object wrapped and tied in a brightly colored furoshiki made of silk.)

fairytaleknight

What just happened?

As Fakir reaches the Goldkrone smithy, he's thinking it through: I saw Rue. I wanted to ask her what she did to Mytho. I grabbed her by the shoulders.

Fakir holds the doorknob, lost in thought.

Then Duck tried to stop me. And then Mytho was pulling me, and I reached back--

I didn't mean to hit him. But I did. And the whole school saw us.

I don't care what they think of me. I deserve it anyway. I've hurt him before.

Fakir opens the door and walks in before he notices that he's come to Milliways instead of his foster father's house. Good. At least the people here at Milliways don't go to school with him. (With a few exceptions.)

balancingminds

His conversations with Gene and Guppy have left Charles worried about Autor.

What he's doing is familiar as Charles spent a good part of his childhood observing and listening as he tried to figure out what to say, what he shouldn't say and how to not be thought mad. What helped him the most was Raven who would point out when he was being strange and rude. Though he also was willing to listen because he knew that people didn't like him and wanted them to.

He takes another sip of his Scotch and listens to Milliways with a search for any thoughts of Autor as he flips through the Sunday New York Times

(OOC: Charles is more actively listening than he normally does. Please add thoughts in narration and if they are thinking about Autor but not focusing with Charles, feel free to tag the thoughts in. Then Charles may come and talk to them. All threads happen before the one with Autor. Thank you.)

herr_bookman

"But musing what an easy thing it were to mix our opiates in a larger cup," Autor says, patting the counter in preparation to hop over it. "And drink, and not perceive"—and here he hops—"sleep deepening lead his truer kinsman up, like undistinguished Night, darkening the skirts of Eve.*"

After a few minutes of setting up his prior preparations, the boy reaches for the specials board. "Good night, Bar."

Bitter Chocolate Aria
Hot chocolate & one croissant

Submission Sonata
Virgin strawberry & wasabi daiquiri

Ode to Blood
Giga ant eggs, sour apple juice, seltzer water, flavored ice

Fiery Trigon
Grenadine, lemon juice, apple juice, passion fruit juice, & cinnamon

Silent Overture
Free coffee if you can prove that you’re knighted

Note: Virgin bar.

[This post is open forever.]

*Ode to Sleep , Richard Chenevix Trench

herr_bookman

Two mountains of books surround a skinny boy in the library today. Two mountains, and a disappointing gap where a third should be.

After having stopped by home for an inventory record, Autor--standing on a stool, no less--ignores his swollen knuckles to grasp the book at the top of the left stack. He dutifully flips to the end, crosses a name off of his list, and moves the book to the stockpile on his right.

Close observation reveals that he's wearing a silver ring.

Botherable, but somewhat annoyed.

herr_bookman

[OOM: Lunar, finale.
Don't want to leave you
Sorry to grieve you
It's traveling time, and I must move on.]

After Autor stows the carpet he'd picked up on Lunar, he meets Mia for dinner downstairs as planned. He was relieved to find Bar didn't mind giving him a room again.

"Mia," he says, nodding politely as he seats himself. "Thank you for hosting me on Lunar." Then he glances down at his plate. "Though I have to confess, I missed real eggs."

"Giga ant eggs are real," she says, smiling. "Though if you mean chicken eggs, well, Lunar has those, too. That restaurant is just snooty."

Autor blinks, and the fork halfway to his mouth hangs in the air. "Wherein 'snooty' equates to 'horrific'?"

She laughs. "No, 'snooty' in this case just means fancy foods, which are not always so tasty."

And the kid grins.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns! Tag one or both. ETA: Calling slowtimes.]

lyricaltokarev

[OOM, in an unfortunate high school somewhere in Japan: Good students shouldn't daydream in class!]

The seasons in Japan and Milliways don't properly overlap for Punie. If they did, she'd only just be starting the school year, and all the cherry trees on the school grounds would be in full and fragrant blossom. But even though it isn't springtime in her Japan, it is springtime outside the bar, and she has managed to find a single cherry tree that is awash in small, pale pink petals.

Cherry blossom viewing is one of the Earth traditions that she likes best. There simply isn't a good equivalent in Magical Land. So she has found a blanket and a large pot of green tea, and is happily sitting beneath the tree with her legs tucked neatly underneath her, enjoying the tree's sweet fragrance and picking the odd stray petal out of her teacup.

herr_bookman

It's a special occasion for Autor! So he's going to celebrate it by testing his homemade grenades on the practice range.

Come blow stuff up with him! Or, you know, stop him before he does some real damage.

unglitched

So last week, Vanellope got some advice on how to get into Milliways more reliably. Unfortunately, it's taken her this long to actually get back in to Milliways to test that out. But now she's here, so there you go!

As soon as she's confirmed where she is, the little player character makes a beeline for the nearest table, grabs a fistful of napkins out of the dispenser, and stuffs them into the pocket of her hoodie. She then turns around and walks back out the door.

Or tries to. The moment she tries to cross the threshhold she bumps into a grid of lights which is only momentarily visible before fading again.

"Aw, come on!" she protests in the general direction of the door. "You've gotta be kidding me!"

hadyougoing

Ava Wilson has, by now, had several showers.

So she doesn't have greasepaint on her cheeks or dirt on her feet, and in fact looks generally fresh and well-rested for the first time in awhile. She also has on a magical necklace! (You may not notice the magic part; but you're very likely to notice its three pretty gems, one of which has a Charter Mark on it.)

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL

Paintball (green creme de menthe + baileys)

[ooc: hello friends! here until i'm not. tag at will! email artistformerlyknownas at gmail dot com for schemes, dreams, and ... uh. poptarts? i'm thinking of having poptarts for dessert.]

masterofgunfu

Andrea has discovered a new game, a game she likes very much. Only problem is she's never played it. So what's a girl to do? Well, there's always the immortal words of Abigail Van Buren, "If you want to go to parties but aren't invited, host your own" and so Andrea posts the following notice:

Dear Milliways,
I have recently discovered a game popular on some worlds called Paintball. The basic idea is that you use CO2 guns which fire small, thin-shelled balls filled with paint that shatter and splatter the target in a not harmful way. You play this game with a group of people, testing your skills against your friends or other players. I would like to try this game out and so am hosting a game to begin this afternoon at 13:00 local time.

There will be an orientation to discuss rules of conduct and ensure proper equipment is had by all. I have made arrangements with Bar to pay for the rental and all the ammo you would like, so just ask for a catalog of weapons to chose from.

Eye protection is required but anything else is solely up to you.

See you in at the forest edge!
Andrea Nash.

When she makes the arrangements with Bar, Bar suggests she warn Security and so she leaves a note for any Security member; noting her plans and the hope this is permissible on the grounds. She hadn't been aware there was a security force nor that there were rules to be had here.

paya_tan

Oh, the life of a magical princess' mascot! What a knockabout, whirlwind round of excitement it is at a Japanese high school, especially when the bigger, older girls get it into their heads that Punie is their enemy! Oh, the mayhem and glory on the sporting field and in the infirmary afterwards!

It's the kind of thing that leaves a fellow wanting a drink, and so Paya-tan takes his leave of the princess and heads for the nearest watering hole. Milliways is the lucky place.

But there's one catch this time. Well, that's all right. Paya's worked that kind of job before. He glances at the Specials board and takes down the chalk.

herr_bookman

After his ~~honorable contest~~ ~~scuffle~~ honorable contest with Lohengrin, Autor had to take a few seconds--or minutes--or hours keeping his head between his knees at the stables. He'd just charged a man--no, a knight--with a sword. The Knight, in fact, who had every cause to kill him, but didn't.

The residual adrenaline was enough to make him sick.

Thankfully, he was able to recover himself and head to the bar, where he was hit with Bizet. Ah, good, he thinks, at least things are somewhat normal on that front. He can't even see Oswin, but he orders her a spiced chai anyway and pens a note. The writing is far from his usual precise script; a shoulder wound does make penmanship a bit tricky when you're right-handed. Rester à l'écart de mon catalogue sur fiches.

Autor asks the rat to wait until he's long gone before sending it out. Task done, he saunters off to the infirmary to be patched up for the second (or maybe third) time in a week.

Catch him here, there, or anywhere, wearing a blazer covered in blood.

lyricaltokarev

When the door to the bar opens, a distant bell is ringing and the talk and chatter of students drifts in from the other side. The short blonde teenager who walks through the door looks cheerful and perky and ready for a new school day.

Her cheerfulness and perkiness fades into confusion as she looks around her at the unexpected scene.

"Oh!" One hand goes up to clutch the large heart-shaped pendant at her chest. "This isn't the classroom. And I didn't sense any magic, so it can't be someone from home...." She blinks with wide-eyed wonder, intrigued by this change in her daily routine.

Punie Tanaka, princess and heir to the throne of Magical Land, has found Milliways.

(And on the other side of the door, the entire nation of Japan breathes a collective sigh of relief.)

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Once again, there is an Archie in the bar. As his custom, he's got his tea and a watchful look on his face. He is watching, and some part of him is waiting...

((Yep, still cursed.))

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is curled in a booth, staring into his coffee as he stirs it. He had a decent night, with the exception of Bianca having to come over....but it's impossible to tell what's on his mind at the moment. Only one way to find out, right?

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

The clearing is empty but it won't be for long. The moon is just starting to peek her head up and start her song. Time for a Pack meeting.
Time for a hunt.

[OOC: Placeholder for me. Please tag in, party style. I will be along later tonight. Bunnies are fair game again, stag hunt many be later.]

someonesdog

The door swings open onto a rain drenched cobbled street and a young woman in a high fantasy guards' uniform steps in, removing her helmet an shaking out wet ash-blonde hari before proceeding to the Bar.

Angua's back. Been a while.

animation-inc.livejournal.com

Once again

Vampie Executioner in the bar.

If you have a bone to pick with her, tonight seems to be the night to do it. Come on down!

Edited to add:

She's gotten her browning, her firestarter, a uzi, and a whole -shit- load of Amunition from Bar. Pissed off Executioner on a rampage.

She takes all of the stuff outside, to a convienant fence. She goes back in for a lot of bottles and cans. Setting them up, she begins to shoot things.

Very much with the shooting. There's a lot of shooting. There's a lot of angry Animator shooting the shit out of cans and bottles. Much shooting. Lots of shooting. So much shootings.