milliways_bar | Entries tagged with renee montoya

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Conversations with bar napkins:

"How have I managed to rack up a bar tab that big so quickly?"

You keep buying your girlfriend wine and expensive gifts.

"Did you have to make it sound so judgmental?"

You could always go home and not pay for the room.

"Or I could just stop paying for the room I'm not actually sleeping in."

Are you going to tell her that or am I?

"Weren't you going to go to sleep?"

HAPPY HOUR
Specials: Anything non-alcoholic
Answer a question, get 10% off.
Yes, this is a free drink every ten questions.

srspirate

What is this?

A lively tune?

Your host is inspired to dance!

Those who enter the bar today may notice more than the usual commotion. There is music, a table tucked in a corner for receiving gifts, and a festive banner. It has flamingos on it. Pink ones.

In addition, there is a modest sandwich board set on the Bar with the following proclamation in festive script:

La Fête Spectaculaire!
Dinah Lance Party
Anything served in the half-shell is free
Do try the coconut punch
Follow the rose petals
➸

A scattering of rose petals lead the way outside, along the path to the beach.

(OoC: Welcome to the cross-community going away party/housewarming for

innerbrat & Dinah Lance! [details and announcement] This is a standard party post; shenanigans and thread-hopping are encouraged. For your convenience, an OoC thread has been set up at the end of the post for communicating, plotting, and sending some OoC love and well-wishes to the lovely Debi. Debi and I can be found on AIM as well and in crackchat off and on all weekend. So please stop by! Thanks everybody, let's have some fun and show Debi some love. ♥

ETA: Just as an aside, the "bring a present or duel" thing was entirely for the lulz. Your pups aren't obligated to one or the other unless they want to, and this remains completely open to everyone! XD)

baptizemyself

Helena has never been very good at relaxing. It's something she's been working on though - Renee's influence. The woman insists on meditating at least 20 minutes a day, and while that is not Helena's idea of relaxing, the idea has certainly stuck.

That's why today, on this gloriously sunny day, you'll find her down by the Caribbean inlet on a sun lounger, with a very thick book: War of the Worlds by HG Wells, the reading material inspired by her encounter with the woman herself.

52_dropoff

The first thing anyone will notice about Charlie tonight? A very black left eye. The sort that you would put a steak over in a cartoon.

Charlie is content to use a bag of frozen peas, which is actually more effective. If almost as silly looking.

If you ask, he might tell you why he's got that black eye. Or not.

baptizemyself

When the napkin arrives with Helena's coffee asking her to tend bar, Bar (capital B) has helpfully provided Helena with a list of specials. Helena reads the napkin and raises an eyebrow, shaking her head.

"You think you're sooo funny, don't you?" she asks, screwing the napkin up and moving around behind the bar.

Still, she dutifully writes them up on the specials board.

Specials
Tattooed Love Goddess
Lady Love Fizz
Latin Love
Cherry Lover
25% off all specials.
50% off if you don't order one of the specials.

The last line was Helena's addition. Cocktail making is not one of Helena's strong points.

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Renee comes in from the lake door, a sarong wrapped around the lower half of her bathing suit, a towel being rubbed vigorously in her hair, and she heads straight for the Bar, where she gets a button down shirt to cover her upper body and a napkin.

"Alright, but only 'cause you're pretty."

She doesn't bother buttoning up the shirt, because she's too busy rocking the fresh-from-the-ocean Caribbean beach look.

Dry Happy Hour
Virgin Pina Colada
Fruit Punch
Papaya Milkshake

10 percent off your drink for every question you answer.

52_dropoff

Charlie sits on a rafter, thinking. He's got his mask on for the first time in a long while. Since sometimes he does his best thinking that way. Clearly, he's got a lot on his mind.

He doesn't expect any company up here, but he also wouldn't mind if someone decided to visit nonetheless.

baptizemyself

There's a woman in a Lycra runing shorts and a sports bra beating the stuffing out of a punching bag hanging from a tree out in the grounds of Milliways. Good as it is for going through the motions, she'd much prefer sparring with someone.

Anyone game?

Current Mood: energetic

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[OOM: I'll take off my disguise,
The mask you met me in,
'Cause I've got something for you to see.

spit_it_out

Bruce has been around, but keeping a low profile. There seems to have been something going on around here, but he refrained from asking anyone, or getting involved. He can't really afford to.

Today though, it seems better. Like something's been resolved. So instead of taking food back upstairs to his room, he sits by the Observation Window - though he spends as much time watching the bar, as the universe exploding.

Forgive him if he looks your way. He's trying not to catch anyone's eye, but sometimes it's inevitable.

[OOC: ~~Will be around, on and off, for the next twelve hours, or so. There'll be some slowtime here and there, but I won't stop tagging until after midnight GMT~~.

Ahahaha, you're all fantastic. But I must crash now, even though I'd rather stay up and watch the election. Will pick up slows tomorrow! Thanks to all for tagging. <333]

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Renee is contemplating going home.

She is doing this contemplation by being at the lakeside, where the larger boulders are, standing on one hand and bending her legs back towards her occiput.

Hey, it helps her think.

gordon_gcpd

[OOM: Gotham - Three sets of D.N.A.]

When the door opens, the man that walks in isn't immediately surprised by the shock of walking into a bar, because he was headed into a bar when the door to the End of the Universes caught him unaware and redirected him towards Milliways instead.

If he looks tired, well, that's because he is. He's very tired, but he told the other guys from the MCU that he'd meet them here after he got finished for a drink or two, and there's no real point to going home when all he's going to do is crawl into the shower and then into bed beside his already-sleeping wife.

Three steps into the bar, however, things start to click. Something is not normal, here. And suddenly, Lieutenant Jim Gordon is no longer tired. His hand falls to his right hip and hovers above his sidearm as he takes in the scene around him.

This is not the bar he intended on walking into tonight.

[First entrance post! Brief note: Jim is set in the middle of TDK, so there are no spoilers for TDKR. Post is open until I say it's not; feel free to tag away. EDIT, 12am EST - slowtimes, please! ALSO - please, if you DO tag in after the thread w/ the Waco Kid, please act as if Jim has already been given the 'welcome speech' and is at the bar with a drink. I can only thread the 'shock and awe' so many times. :D]

gotham_knocking

This is a momentous day in Gotham. But Alex Knox doesn't know that. He knows that it's a sad day. CIRCUS TRAGEDY is spelled out in big letters on the front page of all the papers. Three dead, one teenaged boy left all alone. Sad, and (given Gotham) probably suspicious.

But as for how Dick Grayson is and who he might be, that is something Knox can't know.

Come say hi.

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Well, Renee admits to herself, it's probably about time for this.

So she doffs her hat, folds up her coat on a convenient shelf, and writes on the board::

Happy Hour Specials
Fire in the Sky
Sunset Island
Ginger beer

10% off for every question you answer.

She'll have a ginger beer herself while she's waiting.

againsttherules

As a consequence of not having a folder to store his dissertation in, Jack is stood behind the bar when a napkin appears.

He looks at it for a second, then looks around him. "I really do have this to be doing." he says as he taps the folder.

It promptly vanishes, a second napkin appearing in it's place.

"Oh, ok."

The board is found and Jack has no hesitations as he writes a neat sign up:

Happy Hour Specials

Guinness
Foster's
Whiskey
Orange Juice

"Happy Hour is up, people."

[tiny tag: Jack West, Antinoos]

[ooc: Bed time for me, now, Still up for slow time tags, though, if any want them]

baptizemyself

What does an unemployed, former JLA superhero do during the day, I hear you ask?

They train. Then they train some more. And while they train they have a modified ham radio tuned into the Gotham police frequency so they can keep a track of any Mafia related crimes in the city. That's how Helena first found out about the Reese abduction for the first time. Since it wasn't Mafia related she didn't pay much attention.

Of course other days they take their fancy overly expensive Lamborghini, purchased with their ill gotten inheritance money, and drive to their favourite diner in the city. And sometimes, if they're really lucky, by chance they come across one the Baby Reese abductors, whom the police have been looking for for four days now, buying chilli dogs and warm milk.

So instead of sticking around for lunch they order a latte to go, and follow the perp out of the diner.

Only instead of the door opening onto the street, it opens into the place the superhero least wants to be. The door clicks shut behind her and disappears.

Damn it.

againsttherules

The door opens, and a young man walks through. He's carrying a thick pile of loose papers.

"Hmmm, I was wondering when this place would show up again."

Jack West has just walked into the bar again. He doesn't hesitate to head over to the bar, get himself a pint of water, before heading for a booth, to sit down and work.

Probably wouldn't mind a distraction, given the look on his face.

[tiny tag: Jack West jr]

[ooc: open until it scrolls. Jack has wound up bartending, but will still be heading to a corner to get some work done when his shift finishes. Both bartending and this are still open for slow-time threads if people want to tag in.]

to_serve

Gotham is a funny city which will always manage to surprise you no matter how jaded you become. Still when a derelict building turns out to house such a nice bar, one can't be blamed. True, derelict buildings holding bars is nothing new, but one as nice as this? Or as noisy and bright as this? She should have seen or heard some indication of what was inside which means either she's slipping or something funny is going on and since she knows her game is top, something is definitely funny. Quickly, before the door can close she reaches behind her to catch it; it's always good to be sure of your exits.

Now where did that idiot junkie who thinks his next fix is more important that a kids insulin dose go...

[Tiny Tag: Kate Kane (Batwoman), Artemis Crock]

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"This place looks like Gotham."

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It is really damn cold outside - both in Renee's world and at the bar. Really damn cold.

And this is why Renee Montoya is choosing to do her yoga on the beach in the Caribbean inlet. Screw the cold.

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[Out of Milliways: Not brightest day, but Blackest Night:
How can we escape their sight?

"Can you feel nothing, Renee Montoya?"]

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Renee has short hair now.

She's actually had short hair for a while since a slowtimed thread, but you'd be forgiven for not noticing, because she doesn't spend a lot of time in bar proper, when she could be outside meditating or working out.

She's only really here now because when she came to get a cup of tea, she was presented with a napkin.

"Alright, it's long past due, anyway."

A minute later and the specials are up:

HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS
Sangria (non-alcoholic)
Ginger beer
Arnold Palmer

10% of your drink with every question you answer

She adjusts her fedora on her head and leans back to finish her tea before it gets cold.

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Renee doesn't care that midsummer's come and passed - she's still convinced that you'd have to be crazy to swim in the cold fresh water of the majority of the lake. She's been giving herself a workout strictly in the Caribbean Sea.

Now, she's sitting on the beach, wearing a practical two piece on a large blue beech towel, her head bent forward and her hair hanging in long wet drapes around her face as she pulls her fingers through it, trying to comb out the knots.

Sea water and sand hates long hair

baptizemyself

Helena. Bar. Coffee. Book.

Have at.

[OOC: Low maintenance post to try and get me back into the swing of RP. Nothing too taxing please. I'm pingable at requiem2adream86 on AIM.]

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If you'd been thinking that Renee has been avoiding the bar to stay in her room and heal, you'd be absolutely right.

Right now, though, there's an ex-cop out on the training grounds, standing on one had on a railing, her legs bent back over her head. There's just not enough space in her room for her usual style of meditation.