milliways_bar | Entries tagged with river tam

"It's *what* day, subjectively?" yelps a figure in Starfleet reds, from the direction of Bar. Someone's local universal time is oh so very not synching up with the end of the multiverse, again.

Shortly thereafter (Sariel is no more sure of when she'll have a door again as anyone else, save the gal behind the keyboard) there are a double handful of gifts left with Bar.

( Gifts ahoy. )

((OOC: Open to reactions, but I'm about to get out of here for RL festivities. I'll be back on Tuesday, and so will Sariel!))

visible_sariel

At some point during the local holiday, Sariel finds a door long enough to leave gifts for River Tam, Leela Sevateem, Captain Kirk, Dale Harding, Turanga Leela, Ellen Park, Charles Xavier, Yrael, Will Scarlett, and Sameth.

She'll be in again shortly.

wolflord_andain

There comes a time in the life of a Lord of the andain where one has to make a choice.

That is why Galadan is currently dressed like a Rim-dweller from River and Gabriel's world. The andain of Fionavar are now in the good hands of Kevin -- Ceridwen's son -- just to set the fox (or in this case deer) in amongst the hens, and he is, perhaps for the first time in his entire existence, a free --

Let's call him a man.

The Tacitus is waiting just on the other side of the door. So one more drink, and then he'll take his leave.

visible_sariel

At some point over local Christmas, the door went briefly swish-y. Twice. There were then a handful of gifts left with Bar.

The gift giver of an ensign will be back, say true. At least, she will if her door ever decides to stay stable for more than ten minutes at a time...!

visible_sariel

At some point during the twenty-fourth of local December, Sariel deposits a number of gifts with Bar. There's also a moment of quiet conversation after the packages vanish, but that could very well have something to do with gifts too, considering the minor flicker the tab board just went through.

((OOC: This post is open to reactions. My previous one is still open to threads. I needed to get this up as I'm elsewhere for RL holidayness from tomorrow morning.))

visible_sariel

Sariel - still without a door, still far off the calendar of her own world and determined to observe this reality's own - leaves a number of parcels with Bar during the evening.

( Captain Kirk )

( Dale Harding )

( Scurlock )

( Ellen Park )

( Leela Sevateem )

( River Tam )

( Turanga Leela )

( Will Scarlett )

( Yrael )

((OOC: Millitimed to Christmas Eve. This post brought to you by Chanter going offline from tomorrow mid morning to somewhere late Friday North American central time for RL Christmas.))

Tiny the other spacefaring Leela!tag: Turanga Leela (Futurama)

nerves_of_ice

[After this.]

He fades into a little-used corridor, disables the security alarm, and shoves his way out one of the museum's side doors, his only thought to keep moving.

Instead, he freezes upon realizing that the treacherous door's opened into that bar again, not onto the back-alley street.

I can't - he comes here, I've seen him here, he might --

Instinct takes over, and he slides to one side of the door as it swings shut, ducking his head so that the hood hides his face better, darting glances around the room.

But there's no sign of his previous mission --

-- his last target --

-- Steve --

-- no sign at all. After a long second, he slips further into the bar.

He's going to need food soon, and a couple of hours down. Here's as good as anywhere. After that, he can get back to what comes next.

[OOC: not plotlocked, open until it scrolls. millitime fully in effect as needed! ETA: and slowtime in effect as of 9 AM GMT/ 2 AM Mountain time, Sunday Nov. 30. Thanks all!]

badinlatin

[OOM: This could have gone better.]

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: Maxwell's Multiverse Mystery Tour Part 2: Santo]

visible_sariel

At some point during the actual holiday (ignore the OOC timestamp, the mun just got home), Sariel leaves a number of gifts with Bar.

enjoy, everyone.

maxwellsdemon02

About five years ago, Duo Maxwell showed up in Miliways. Not for the first time. For the last time.

See, his timeline got a little mixed up, thanks to Milliways. But it's all come full circle, now.

Duo left his past self a warning. He should have been a little more proactive about it.

Tonight, the front door opens, and Duo darts in, shutting it quickly behind himself. He's wearing a faded t-shirt and jeans with ragged cuffs and holes in both knees. All his clothes are streaked liberally with what looks like thick, black dust.

There's a yellowing bruise that spreads from his cheek down to his jaw, and his lip is scabbed over. His eyes are bright and feverish, and he is holding his left arm stiffly to his side.

He glances up sharply, noticing exactly where he is, and then sags a little against the door. "Christ," he says. "Really?"

maxwellsdemon02

Duo wanders into Milliways, merrily nodding along to some song stuck in his head. It changes to whistling as he meanders out the back door, headed to the lake.

He flops down in some dappled shade under a tree by the lakeside. He ditches his boots and rolls up the legs of his jeans, dangling his feet in the warm water of the shallows.

Ahh, summer. He does miss seasons occasionally.

hadyougoing

The lakeside door bangs open, and two figures stand illuminated in a flash of lightning.

(Behind them in the distance, there's a cheery honk; then two headlights recede into the trees.)

They're both tired, dirty, and redolent of sulfur and general burnination. Mike has one leg in a makeshift splint; Ava's bruised and having a really bad hair day.

They stare around at the bar as if surprised it's there.

Or maybe they're surprised that they're there.

[ooc: ~~Post-cannibal Ava and Mike for all your tagging needs! Tag either or both.~~ And we're for sleep! Catch you on the flip side.]

maxwellsdemon02

So, Duo saw the poster. He is prepared.

Whenever Nepeta next appears in the bar, she will receive a dozen roses...with all the flowers chopped off, so only the thorny stems remain. Also a packet of glow-in-the-dark stars with adhesive on the back. ( And a note: )

Having dealt with his nemesis, he also leaves something for his girlfriend. A bag of chocolate covered blueberries, this year.

There's a ( note for her too )

Then he's gone again.

othercaptjack

It's pretty hard to say when Jack was last in the bar - since leaving Earth his doors have been few and far between, and he's not entirely sure how linear his appearances are in any case.

But it's never exactly a surprise any more. Not much is.

He heads for the bar in a swirl of blue coat (a replica, now - but some constants are comforting), and trails his fingers softly along her edge with a faint smile.

"Hi honey," he says. "How's things?"

After a few minutes chatting quietly, he vaults across the bar and grabs a chalkboard.

HAPPY HOUR

Black Russian

White Russian

Red Russian

He strips off the coat and stows it away under the bar, then starts to investigate the bottles behind him while he waits for orders.

[OOC: Closed to new threads, and existing ones paused for slowtime/fade, as you guys like. Back tomorrow!]

ambriel

Ambriel is sitting at one of the tables in the main bar area.

There's a glass of ice water slowly warming to room temperature at the angel's elbow. Ambriel seems mostly occupied with staring at the front door.

Without blinking. For some time now.

Yep.

river_meimei

River's totally been around the bar now and then, though your character may or may not have crossed paths with her. Totally! Any impression that her mun has barely played for ages is both irrelevant and probably all in your mind.

Glad we've got that established.

She's sitting barefoot and crosslegged on one of the couches. In front of her on the coffee table is a small and delicately painted (but structurally sturdy) teapot and one handle-less cup. The teapot is filled with steaming lavender tea. She's got a plate of small savory biscuits to accompany it.

New Year's* is for being fancy! If you feel like it. Even if it's technically a few days past.

River looks pretty content with herself.

*In River's world, Christmas, the old calendar New Year, and the Chinese lunar New Year have mostly been conflated into a secular and merchandizing-heavy holiday of present-giving on January 1st. So if you got a present from her -- and if you think you should, you probably did! -- it came on the 1st.

visible_sariel

At some point during the day, Sariel leaves a number of Christmas presents for Captain Kirk, Charles Xavier, Dale Harding, Demeter, Ellen Park, Leela Sevateem, Noriko Ashida, River Tam, Scurlock, Turanga Leela, Will Scarlett, and Yrael.

2020sight

Epimetheus has settled into a table. Feet up on the opposite chair? Check. Whiskey on the table? Check. Guitar in his lap? Check.

A certain un-invitation propped up on the table next to the whiskey, making him snicker every time he glances at it?

Double check.

Nita also has a table and a drink, but in her case it's a pot of strong black tea. Her manual is open on the table; it's projecting, in silvery-blue lines, a 3D map of what looks like a series of mountain ranges and canyons. Nita is frowning in concentration -- and a little bemusement -- as the projection slowly pans along a particularly stark set of conical mountains.

And last but not least, Carmela has laid claim to a stool at the Bar and ordered a drink that is bright purple, sparkly, and heavily frothed at the top.

She does have a tablet with her that's currently displaying a celebrity gossip website (the text is in no earthly language, but there's something about the formatting that's unmistakably reminiscent of Gawker, and it's just possible that one of the pictures in the article is of a much-loved British actor with great cheekbones). That's just there if she gets bored of people watching, though, and really, what are the odds of that?

[ooc: NaNoWriMo is over! Rejoice with me! Open 'till it scrolls, slowtimes are my favorite thing ever.]

puckishly

In that classic joke setup known the multiverse over, a claustrophobic fairy walks into a bar.

The reasons behind his claustrophobia may have something to do with his attire, which includes in no particular order shoes, cufflinks, a shirt with far more buttons than is really necessary, and a waistcoat.

Following him is a far less claustrophobic but just as buttoned-up assassin.

If his face bent that way, it's possible he would currently look apologetic. Then again, he might just look entertained. It's about even odds there.

The fairy makes for a couch, where he begs a tankard of something alcoholic of one of the rats and proceeds to slouch as hard as possible, unbuttoning things as he goes.*

*No Milliways rules were broken ~~yet~~ in the making of this entrance post.

[ooc: As the saying goes: two pups two muns! Tag either or both by or on a couch.]

nerves_of_ice

When Bucky reports for KP as ordered, he finds to his bemusement that the Milliways kitchen (at least during the major meal shifts) is run by a small team of rats. He does his best to explain his sentence to the one who seems to be orchestrating everything while waving a wooden spoon.

Either they understand him better than he does them, or it's not the first time someone's been sent down for this kind of service. He suspects it's the latter.

Eventually it all gets sorted out, and Bucky finds himself with instructions to bus tables and wash dishes as needed. One of the rats brings him a large industrial apron; after a couple of minutes of protest, he gives up and ties it on over his fatigues, grateful that he's only wearing an army-issue shirt and pants, but not his jacket.

Whistling cheerfully, he sets to work, alternating between washing up each batch of dishes in the kitchen by making rounds through the bar to clear tables.

[ooc: Bucky's sentence is a week long, and hence this post is open all week! Catch him in the kitchen, in the bar, or anywhere in between. All tags will be answered, with occasional breaks for needs of the mun's RL schedule. Thanks!]

bannion_sight

[OOM: 3:33 AM.]

Kim looks tired when she comes through the door. She brushes her white hair back from her face and sinks gratefully into a nearby booth.

"Coffee, please," she tells a passing waitrat. "And lots of it."

gabriel_tam

Today's session of the Council of Seven was both long and excruciatingly boring. By the time it's over, Gabriel is just grateful to escape the seemingly-endless discussions.

On impulse, he opens the door to Milliways before leaving his office for the evening. Perhaps unwinding over the paper and with a glass of his favorite whiskey will help wash away the taste of Parliamentary negotiations.

simon_doctor

[Out of Milliways: Immediately after the incident last week, Simon has a helpful talk about it with an old friend.]

Simon's been in the bar a little more frequently than usual, lately; he's been keeping a close eye on his patient, and keeping another eye out for a certain other fellow, whose name he never did get.

Right now he's got a mug of coffee, and a table near the bar with a good view of the infirmary corridor. Just in case.