milliways_bar | Entries tagged with puss in boots

Anyone who walks out by the lake this morning will be greeted by an interesting sight.

First, there's a four-foot-tall purple unicorn, which to some patrons would be a spectacle in and of itself. But what's more interesting is what she's doing.

The unicorn's horn is glowing with an aura of magenta light. So are a number of demon bunnies, who are coasting through the air in figure-eight patterns.

The bunnies seem nonplussed by this. At least they're not agitated enough to breathe any fire... yet.

stilljustandrew

Two figures emerge from the corridor that leads to the Security Office, moving slowly. It's Ava Wilson and Andrew Wells; they seem tired, or stiff, or dizzy, or possibly all three.

Wait.

Make that three figures. Sort of.

Perched on Andrew's shoulder, alert and looking around, is a familiar arachnoid shape.

[Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both!]

bprd_agent_red

The front door opens, and a conversation drifts inside.

"Some more tuna?"

"No, no thank you."

"How about salmon? I've got plenty of that."

"Mmm, no, that is alright."

"I think Manning might have some caviar somewhere. I can turn his office upside down if you'd like some of that."

"No thank you, amigo, I am completely stuffed."

"Oh. Okay."

"But... I could use a drink."

"Yeah? Well, let's go then."

Enter two patrons; one, a big tall red guy (sans-trenchcoat for once), and sitting on his shoulder, an orange cat in boots, hat and cape.

The pair head straight for the bar. Red takes a seat at the counter, and Puss gives a cheerful greeting to Bar, happy that she made it through the chaos okay.

"Beer."

"Leche, por favor."

[ooc: Well, I reckon it had to happen. Two pups, one mun, tag one or both.]

bprd_agent_red

[oom: He's got a thing for cats]

madeyoudodge

Cathy's sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, crosslegged and leaning on her elbows, creating some sort of popsicle stick masterpiece with great concentration.

She is wearing an old t-shirt and a paired of ripped old jeans that she's cut off just above the knees; her curly hair held back in a ponytail. This is because her project includes glue and glitter and little jewelly-things! It's possible her hands are somewhat covered in combinations of the above.

There is totally enough to share! :DD

[OOC: open for ages! If you need to ping me, I will be in crackchat as TLvop when available! (Feel free to tag even when I am not currently available)]

cat_wth_panache

On a table in the corner there is an orange tabby pacing back and forth, hands gesturing excitedly, cape billowing with each turn, and his booted feet thunking with every step.

He's dictating to a rather annoyed looking wait rat.

Pausing for a moment, Puss munches on some popcorn shrimp from a plate sitting on the table, and takes the pad to see what the rat has written.

"Mmm-hmm. Uh-huh-- Hey! I did not say it like that!"

The rat squeaks, and an argument starts over artistic license.

Feel free to interupt.

cat_wth_panache

[oom: An adventure begins]

The front door opens to a sandy beach, blue skies, roaring waves, sunken ship in the background, and a miserable looking feline.

Puss steps in shivering, boots squelching, and fur dripping.

He pulls in a relieved breath when he sees where he's at, and heads straight for the counter.

"Warm milk, por favor."

cat_wth_panache

Puss in Boots is at the counter tonight, or rather ontop of it, carefully laying out newspapers over Bar's surface.

Anyone curious as to what he's doing might take note of the pumpkin and book sitting not too far away.

There are plenty of pictures and tools for anyone interested and if you ask nicely Bar will most likely provide a pumpkin of your very own.

[ooc: Open for Car Keys with Billy Kaplan and Hel or anyone who wants to join the fun. Edit: Going to bed now, tags for slows are love.]

[tiny tags: Billy Kaplan, Diego]

paragonsoldier.livejournal.com

Shepard thought she was walking into the bathroom in her new apartment on the Citadel, but it looks like she's ended up in Milliways instead. She sighs, but she's generally in a good mood - and this will give her a little extra chance to relax before the Normandy heads out into the Traverse and the Verge again. While the crew will have their work cut out for them, Shepard, at least, is looking forward to going back on duty.

For now, she heads to the Bar, takes a seat and orders herself a Scotch on the rocks.

[Tinytag: Commander Shepard]

[OOC: Car Keys bait for Bob the Guardian and Puss in Boots]

almosthonorable

[ Q: What's a pet- and house-sitting mun to do when she realizes the NIN show she thought she was going to tonight is actually tomorrow?

A: She gives a cowboy an EP, ohhellsyesshedoes. ]

Ben's at the bar, sketchbook by his elbow and omnipresent whiskey in front of him.

"Miss Bar, you remember that water glass you gave me a lil' bit back?"

A beat and a slight head-tilt at the counter.

"What was that, anyway?"

Instead of an explanatory napkin, a book appears.

Ben quirks an eyebrow.

And starts reading.

It's research.

[ tiny tags: dan evans, the russian astronaut ]

redcatalina.livejournal.com

A rather peaceful Catalina is seated by the fireplace. This time she does not have a book; her sword and dagger are resting near at hand, but she does not seem to be eager to use them.

The last few days were good, and she wants to enjoy the peace before going back home.

[ Catalina Erantzo ]

i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com

Boo is depressed.

She's been kind of down lately, since Kate left. Bill has helped some, but Boo can feel him missing Kate too, so it's not always so much of a comfort.
She's taken to sleeping in Kate's room instead of her ~~booth~~ Fairy Castle at night. She plays in her castle and is generally around it, but she doesn't sleep there, except for the occasional cat nap. At night she sleeps in Kate's room. She wants to be near Ted and Fred.
And, possibly most importantly, the bed smells like Kate.

The casual observer would see a small toddler laying on the floor in front of what looks (accurately) like a booth surrounded by plastic castle walls with blankets around it.
The observer who has met Boo well would notice that the toddler, who is usually bouncing around and making lots of noise, is unusually subdued.
The observer who knows Boo well will notice the sad look in her eyes, and the lack of glitter and Bill objects (excluding a small backpack).
The amazingly keen observer would notice that the fairy castle behind her is mostly empty, since Boo has carried the majority of its contents upstairs.

Feel free to try and make her feel better.

[[OOC: Open to new tags until Sunday!]]

notascreensaver

There's a tired looking Game sprite seated in a booth. On the table in front of her is a stack of README files and a half-finished mug of Java. She's staring blearily at a README in her hand whilst propping up her head with the other and looks to be in serious danger of dozing off.

Some conversation might help.

derewigejude.livejournal.com

There we have, as so many times before, the door opening to admit a new patron.

But this one is different: he does not seem startled by entering Milliways instead of wherever he was going. He does not pause to look around, he does not ask the usual startled questions many do.

No, this one simply crosses the room towards the counter. He does not look old, but he moves like an old man, or like an explorer crossing the last few miles of desert before reaching an oases: tired but firm steps, carefully measured.

His looks are odd as well. He seems weary and worn out, like someone under the burden of an impossible weight, who has to keep moving with it. No 'moving or getting crushed by it', just moving. He radiates an odd feel of helplessness, but he does not look helpless. His eyes are hard, but tired and dulled at the edges from seeing too much.

The Wanderer comes to the counter, and in a slow motion, places a single silver coin on the counter. It fades away slowly, and in its place a large much of warm broth appears, the scent making that dull, resigned expression not light up, but relax a trifle.

A rough calloused hand comes up, holding to the mug and bringing it to the man's lips.

Fuel for the wandering.

Milliways, welcome Isaac Matathias Laquedem.

[ The Wandering Jew ] [ Carlotta Brown ]

igottawrite.livejournal.com

Somewhere in this bar is Matt Albie's talent.

If you happen to find it, please send it over to the table near the window. You'll recognize its owner by the piles of wadded-up paper littering the floor.

Oh, and if he's hit you in the head or some other part of the body with a never-was-going-to-be-funny-why-does-anyone-think-they-can-make-it-in-comedy ex-sketch treatments... he didn't, actually. He's not responsible. It was probably something one of the actors did, anyway.

It's only Wednesday. They have until Friday to be funny. No need to panic just yet.

If only Matt wasn't so good at panicking.

a1enzo

Wheeeee. Enzo had all cycle free today. Nothing to do but await his grades tomorrow, and then go home for break and the WEDDINGOMGYAY!

For now, guitar practice. Small sprite sitting sideways in an armchair, noodling out Magic Smoke on the Water.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

It had been a while. He's been around, but very busy with his potions shop and trade deals between Lunar and Wizarding World. Also there was the Goddess festival in Burg that he attended with Mia, her friend Momiji from here, and several of her (getting to be their) friends from there.

He was currently relaxing with some tea, and some pumpkin pasties and a meat pie. Was feeling a bit nostalgic for comforts of home.

He hadn't noticed the ...oddly ...familiar arrival yet, but give him a moment.

(ooc: some slow for classes)

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon has gotten as much glitter out of his hair (see: critical crafts time failure yesterday) as is possible without shaving his head. From here on out it's up to his abilities to ignore potential glitter and pull it off as though he means to look like that. Yes. Cough cough. ANYway. Spoon is mostly glitter free, entirely free of other crafts-related ills, and intent on having a cup of sweet and milky tea before he goes back to Yorkshire.

It's just one of those days when he really wants milky tea. And possibly a small someone, he's pretty flexible as to species, age, and gender, to cuddle and encourage.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi's got her knitting going at a fairly rapid pace, even for herself (not, however, an augmented pace. She's just going at a good clip). The first part of the commission for Marian is done and has been left with Bar, and she's got a drink at her side. Her Security badge is set on a small table with her usual assortment of signs ("Don't eat this, your larynx will explode", "Security Counselor", "Jewelry Commissions"). All in all, she's having a nice, quiet hour or two before she goes home to have a nice, quiet night with Whistler.

eirenikos

Accident-prone Goddess inna bar. She can be found sprawled on a sofa in jeans and a fitted vest, paying very little attention to the goings on around her, including the latte sitting forlornly on a side table.

Eirene? Is currently trying to figure out a portable cd player.

[tiny tag: Eirene]

guppy_sandhu

Everything is set out ready for Life Support. Chairs, food, the usual.

Life Support
Open to all

One Miniver, and a Guppy who just got bleeped but will be back as soon as he can.

[ooc: ~~I.e. Guppy's mun will be back just after ten GMT. But it's a circle, so threadhop away!~~ Back, sorry about that]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate had a good practice earlier today. The joint session in the infirmary the other day with Dr. Crowe meeting with her and Will helped matters, and she had finished up plans for her and Will's vacation up in the mountains. So now she was in the bar having a light dinner. Keeping an eye out for familiar and not so familiar faces.

cat_wth_panache

Puss comes in unaware of of the call for tabs. When he walks up to Bar and sees the sign he gives an easy smile and wave, "No problemo!"

Hopping up onto the counter he pulls off his boot and dumps out a little pouch that jingles with coins. It sits on the counter and disappears, reappearing empty and with a reciept. A reciept saying he still has more to pay.

"Eh...small problem." Frowning he puts the boot back on, strokes his whiskers as he ponders a moment and this his face alights with an idea. "Señora, I shall have the rest for you soon. I promise. May I have a sign of my own and a pen?"

The items appear and he takes them and settles into a booth in the corner, appropriately shadowed for business purposes. He writes on the sign and sets it up, waiting. It reads:

Canciónes Por Su Amor
(songs for the one you love)
Give your love the gift of serenade as performed
by one of great skill, style, and panache
Puss in Boots

Come, messages of love should not wait.

Come inquire about his services.

[OOC: For more info see this post
Note: this post is open through Monday for any interested pups]

bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com

The door opens, showing a hint of candlelight in a dark room on the other side before Barbossa steps through, blocking the sight as he closes the door behind his back. There's one neatly folded and sealed sheet of paper in one hand and a nice green apple in the other. With a faint smile, he sets both together on a corner of the counter, the letter clearly addressed.

( To Jack Sparrow )

This done, he places a silver piece of eight on the countertop.
"Señora, would you be so kind as to provide me with some rum and a small pitcher of lime juice? It'd do me a power of good."

After which he limps over to a booth to settle down with his drink and the small leather-bound book he has been carrying around lately.

river_meimei

River's perched on one arm of an armchair by the fire, her feet propped on the other arm. On the table behind her is a half-eaten bowl of baby carrots (and another bowl of hummus, apparently for dipping) and a mostly-neglected mug of green tea. Draped across her lap is a white shawl embroidered with tiny lavender flowers. Tucked under the bowl of hummus is the accompanying note.)

(It was a Christmas gift; apparently it's been a while since River actually ordered from the bar when she came in.)

She alternates between watching the room, dreamily, and watching her fingers move over soft fabric with equal attention.