milliways_bar | Entries tagged with raphael

Raph expected today to go pretty smoothly.
He was to go to the orchard, pick up a few barrels of cider for the Inn, and then deliver them.
Easy peasy, right?

Wrong.
So wrong.
Wicked freakin' wrong.

Because just as he's got the last barrel up in his arms, so that way he can back into the open and waiting doorway to the Disgruntled Tortoise, the door...changes. The barroom he backs into isn't the one he's expecting, and he doesn't really notice until he very nearly backs down the singular step from the Front Door to the Main Seating area, and by then it's just too late.*
The door closes itself shut, and Raph?
Well he's trapped in Milliways with a ridiculous amount of Adam Young's finest aged cider.

"Oh...oh you gotta be kiddin' me. Seriously?!"
He turns his heavily laden and put upon ire in Bar's direction.

The Special's Board slowly clears itself, and one by one several Zs appear.

"Oh no! Oh no you don't! I got places to be today!" he calls after her futility, but by the time he and the barrel make it over to her she's long gone asleep.

"Goddess, you suck." he mutters as he slowly lowers the barrel to the ground.
After shaking his arms out a few times he'll wipe clean the Specials Board.
In his barely legible scrawl, Raph will write:

CIDER

Eventually he'll even be ready to serve said cider, but at the moment...he's still shaking his arms out.
That barrel was heavy, and it wasn't the only one he was lifting today.

*you're mileage may vary.

mnt_raph

The front door to the bar opens and in walks someone who hasn't been seen a whole lot recently.
Which isn't to say that he hasn't been around, but rather that he hasn't been seen.

Ninjas are wiley that way, after all.

These days he's a broad, bald, white guy who moves with the authority that comes with knowing that he can dish out more than most people can take, and take more than most people can dish out...punishment-wise. He's not dressed in black, exactly, but a very dark nearly-black shade of green, and on his thick black belt hang a pair of anachronistic-for-his outfit sai.

He moves towards Bar, and settles in his favorite spot by her side.
A knock on her top is all it takes to order his favorite beer, a sandwich, and a first aid kit he's not entirely aware he needs yet.
(There's spot of darker than dark-green forming on the left side of his back, about midway down.)

mnt_raph

Raph emerges from the Staff Hallway the vision of a man who's just taken a long hot shower in a place where indoor plumbing is the norm. He's actually smiling.

That is, of course, until he approaches Bar under the guise of snagging himself a Gatorade.
The moment his hand makes contact with Bar's top everything changes.
Gone are the wide-legged cotton pants and black tank-top he'd been wearing.
They've been replaced with a Captain America t-shirt and cargo shorts.
His once bare feet now sport flip flops.
And there might be a fanny pack.

A napkin appears on Bar's top, and in flowing script the following can be read:

Happy Independence Day, Raphael.
Keep an eye on things while I nap, won't you?
I want to be fresh for the fireworks tonight.

But before Raph can respond the napkin goes blank.

"...you've gotta be freakin' kiddin' me..."

But she's not, and he' knows it.
Remember how he was smiling before?
Yeah...not so much now.

whatisastiles

~~he wants to dance like uma thurman~~

~~cause baby you're a firework~~

~~it's like you're my mirror~~

~~aquí todos estamos bajo el mismo sol~~

shotty does not pick the radio station

[ooc: millitime like your life depends on it. we might have started this two years ago. jury's out.]

fry_sandhu

Some time after his Dad comes in, Fry leaves a load of tiny parcels at the bar.

( Autor, Gene, Charles Xavier, Gavroche, Matilda, Noriko, Raph, Mikey, Sherlock, Teja and Enzo )

It took a lot of 'putting bits together' off the internet, and he spends a few minutes worrying that he might have missed someone, in which case they're getting a lego robot minifigure.

headed4hell

Grace is pissed.

For the moment she's hiding it well beneath her casual disregard for anything around her other than the Budweiser in her hand, but her friends would notice something simmering under the disinterest.

Good thing they aren't here.

She'd left the bar and the surprise family cabal only to find Earl sitting at her counter with the freaking brochures she'd just thrown away. Belching, she deleted her sister's messages and ignored Earl's latest attempts to impress upon her the importance of family values. It was a relief when he flashed the wings and disappeared to Vegas or the Titanic or wherever the hell he said he was going. She doesn't care. She never cares.

But she doesn't feel like being alone. These days, that means finding Mike and making some trouble, so here she is, lurking around the main bar with a beer and a somewhat vacant expression, waiting for trouble. Yee-haw.

[OOC: Also for car keys, all are welcome, slowtime likely, etc.]

mnt_raph

[OOM: Olau
The one where Raph gets Hitched.^*]

* Those responsible for the link text have been sacked

realmrsreynolds

[Over the holidays: "Is Ginacorano a beer?"]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy hasn't got a lot of time before preparing for a very busy couple of days, but he drops off a collection of little packages at the tree. (Except for Gavroche who got his yesterday.) With each one comes a card the kids helped make and then copied.

( Enzo, Hannibal, Zhaan, Thirteen, Malcolm, Charles Xavier, Doc, Knox, any other medics/heroes/reducers of damage )

( Atton, Kate Barlow, Michaelangelo, Raphael, Sherlock, Will Scarlett, Gene Hunt, Ben Grimm, Javert, Teja, Amanda, Mia, Ginny, any other cops/heroes/fighters )

He also carefully deposits some presents Fry has been making from salt dough.
Some of them may take a little deciphering.

( Enzo, Hannibal, Charles Xavier, Atton, Kate Barlow, Mikey, Raph, Sherlock, Teja, Gene )

He hangs around a few minutes to check if anything is going on before heading back to the excited small people at home.

[ooc: Guppy and I have been kicking around for nearly nine years, we've talked to a lot of people - if you feel your pup is missing off this list please add yourself to the appropriate category, or if you have an overlap, pick one :)]

mnt_raph

"Miiiiiikeeeeeey," comes the bellow from the Security Office.

"Mike!" comes another from down the Staff Hallway.

It's followed by the sound of a door being kicked open and smacking against a wall.

Which is then, in turn, followed by the sound of the Staff Hallway door swinging open with a bang as Raphael bursts his way through.

In his hand he's clutching a note, and under his breath he's muttering any number of obscenities.

He's on the hunt for his brother, but by all means feel free to stop him in his search.

neverbelievedintheend

There was a kaiju attack on St. Lawrence Island today. The memorial service for Gunnar and Vic Tunari is scheduled for three days from now.

Pentecost is not about to admit it in front of everyone in the Shatterdome, but he needs to punch something.

Perhaps there will be an opportunity somewhere at Milliways.

haventlosthope

[Not-OOM: "Um, Aang? This place is weird."]

Despite Aang's assurances, Katara is still feeling rather uncomfortable in this place. It's new, doesn't make any sense, and it seems like everything in it is more foreign than anything she could have imagined.

She does set this feeling aside long enough to order water and seaweed bread from the Bar. It's one familiar thing, at least, and she picks up the plate and cup, carrying them over to a table with a good view of the barroom, as well as the door.

As she'd left her bag back with Sokka in her world, Katara chooses to cope with the fact that she has nothing else to do in this moment by breaking her bread into smaller and smaller pieces. But it's likely something will distract her before she takes this too far.

mnt_raph

Raph is seated at Bar in his usual spot. In one hand he has a plastic bottle of water, by his other is his stein filled to the brim with his favorite brew. Around his neck hangs his Security badge.

He looks a little...confused, if we're to be honest.

mnt_raph

When Raph sits himself down at his usual spot by Bar, on his usual barstool, and has taken a drink of his usual drink from his usual stein, Bar supplies him with some extra reading material.

The movement of the letters forming in the pooling ink on the napkin catches his eye, and he sips as the words take shape.

On a napkin, written in her usual flowing script, is the following message.

X-23 has requested that Thor
train your brother.

"Which one?"

The words shift and gel, reforming anew.

Michaelangelo, of course.

"Mikey. Get trained by Thor. That's the guy with the hammer, right?"

Yes.

There's a five count as this news sinks in.
It's a good thing that the man has the presence of mind to put down his beer, because in the wave of laughter that follows...it surely would have gotten tipped over.

That'd just be alcohol abuse.

hecu_marine

Shephard came in from the Greenbrier today with about half a pound of bullsquid bacon and a detailed set of instructions on how to turn freshly killed, inedible-to-humans bullsquid flesh into same. These were left with Bar for Grace Augustine, to be delivered along with all the other samples he snagged for her. Hey, it's important information about the body chemistry of an alien species, she'd probably want to know.

Then he went up to his room.

Now, understand, nine tenths of Shephard's Milliways room is taken up by notebooks. If they're not filled with everything he wrote down back when he still had both his original hands and was trying to copy out all the war-wisdom that salmon he caught with the absinthe fairy's help gave him, they're filled with the life histories of every single Marine who died since Black Mesa, at least as far as he's been able to copy them out. (There were a lot of them. It's a work in progress.) The remaining ten per cent is where he sleeps and stores his clothes and tools, and, well...

"Hey, Bar? You mind tellin' Security some son of a bitch got into my room'n took three of my knives?" he says. "I been over the whole fuckin' place 'bout six times so far'n I did not take them out myself."

A napkin appears; Shephard examines the contents and nods. "Thanks," he says, and stomps off to do some sharpening on the ones that remain.

This is not a happy jarhead right now.

k_in_black

Agent K is at the bar, enjoying a glass of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon, and minding his own business until somebody decides to help him mind it.

[And unless he gets Milli-timed into this disaster in the making.]

never_misses

Sam's in a corner booth, tonight - one that commands a good view of the bar proper despite being so out of the way, because old habits die hard - with quite a spread of newspapers in front of him.
He'd balked when the Bar presented him with the stack, especially since it seemed to be about politics. He's always found politics boring, as he missed the era when it was acceptable to put a contract on one's opponent or a leader you didn't like, and debates are quite frankly boring, when all people do is attempt to reason out the issues at hand.
But then he found out this was about Earth politics, and that stuff turned out to be fascinating. Seriously, why doesn't Bistort get messy elections like this?

(The answer, as with most things, is A Wizard Did It. Maybe now that Mizzamir's dead things will shake up a bit; after all, it'll be the first election he hasn't been around to supervise.)

cute_bruiser

BOOM.

The door flies open and a young woman cannonballs through it, hitting the floor with a thud and skidding along the floor until she comes gently to rest against the bar in a tangle of limbs and long brown hair.

She realises where she is, however, and starts to laugh. It's a rather out-of-breath sort of laugh, but she does eventually disentangle herself and sit up, her back against the side of the counter and her eyes still glowing pink.

A twenty-six-year-old Molly Hayes (pink boots, black jumpsuit emblazoned with a large pink Y across the torso, adamantium gauntlets, pink stripes in her hair) flips up her visor and switches off her powers, surveying her surroundings with a grin. Bar seems to like her making dramatic entrances, but she doesn't mind too much.

"Good to see you too, Bar."

aleister_author

Tyler staggers down from his room and to the bar. He has had better mornings.

"Oooh. Poor life choices why do I make you?"

Mostly because having your brains smashed in, either by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick or the cheaper cousin that is a used and broken length of two by four, generally leads to a hangover of some sort.

"Painkillers. Painkillers and water. Please."

No loud noises, please.

raptorcanaria

In the gym, under a tarp and placed out of the way in a corner, is a motorcycle. Most people don't notice it, because they come in to use the workout equipment and why would you get distracted by motor vehicles up here when there's a garage of infinite size below you?

Dinah notices things. She also knows this bike because she met the owner when she was a teenager, and has seen it sit under that cover for years now.

It's all very well building a motorcycle from scratch, but you've got to show some respect for these things, even if you have other things.

Which is why, every so often, she pulls off the tarp and checks the vehicle underneath, keeps an eye out for rust, lubes the cylinders, changes the never-burned fuel, re-waxes the surfaces.

It's not her motorcycle, but someone's got to do it.

If the strains of The Joshua Tree coming out of the gym aren't enough to put you off, you'll find the florist in unflattering coveralls, her hair covered in a scarf (It's red with a yellow flash, and was $2 for a set of six), finishing off her work with a complete wipe down.

mnt_raph

[OOM: "Deep in the belly of the ship, past where the stores of salted meat and ale are kept, there's a secret alcove in the maze of the stacked cargo crates in the hold. It's here that Raph's door between Milliways and Tortall is located, and it's here that he makes his stealthy entrance."

starring: Alanna and Raph]

hecu_marine

Shephard would like nothing more, just at the moment, than to sit back somewhere quiet and have a drink. It's been a busy day. Unfortunately, in addition to all his other responsibilities, he's still got a whole pack of dogs to look after, so instead of holing up at the bar somewhere he's out back watching nine or ten blue-striped alien eyeball dogs run around like maniacs, chasing demon rabbits and wrestling with each other.

He's got an Alternian troll-made data tablet balanced on his right knee, and he's writing on it with a stylus held in his black-gloved hand, but he's not paying attention to whatever it is he's writing.

Feel free to bother him. The dogs won't mind.

to_serve

[OOM: Kate's investigation of the missing children is not going well. Kate also learns that life, like Gotham, likes to kick you in the teeth and stab you in the kidneys when you are down. Warnings for allusions to drowning maybe?]

Thump. Thwack.

Someone is doing their best to ruin the heavy bag outside today. That someone is wearing black and red and has a prominent bat symbol on her chest. That someone also usually wears a cape (which is currently draped over a branch) but is forgoing it as she puts everything into the punching bag. Punching bags aren't ones for being confused by capes anyway. That certain someone is using punches, elbow jabs, kicks, knees and any other part of her body to do some serious damage to the bag.

You might even think that someone is trying to get something out of their system but you'd have to ask that someone yourselves cause she scares this narrator when she gets like this.

knightoftheswan

The Knight is starting to find himself traveling back and forth between Heinrich's kingdom and Milliways. He's not entirely sure what to make of it. This strange bar of burning stars is still so very new to him.

So when he first gets the napkin, he doesn't even hesitate to say, "No."

Another napkin.

"I don't see how it would be good for me."

Yet another napkin. And it's about here that Lohengrin realizes he's arguing with a sentient bar that's keeping track of his tab.

He doesn't say anything else, taking some of his outerwear off and rolling up his sleeves before getting behind the bar. The specials board remains blank; he wouldn't know what to put up there even if he wanted to do this.

So give him something to do besides leaning against the bar and boggling at all of the equipment.

[OOC: And I'm off to bed. This is still open for any interested parties and tags will be picked up tomorrow.]

awesome_lilly

Lilly's been in and out of bar more often recently than she has in... well. Her personal clock is very timey-wimey these days.

Still, if she's going to be spending more time here, she needs a room again. So she's perched on a bar stool, discussing accommodations with Bar.

"Okay, what have you got in tasteful yet luxurious suites? And just so you know, the hot tub is not optional."