milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ryoko hakubi

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

Cy's wearing a t-shirt that says:

JUMP CITY ZOO

GROUNDHOG DAY PARTY!

There's a stylized drawing of a green groundhog.

Guess where Cy's been. And ask him why the groundhog is green and whether Jump City is going to have six more weeks of winter.

notimewarp

Tim's back in the Bar for the first time in the few days. He's been doing a good job at avoiding it, ever since the scrap he'd had with Enzo.

Today, when he finally decided to crawl out of his bedroom, the Bar was not going to let him out of it, though. When he opened his bedroom door and saw the Bar waiting for him, he just shut it straight away. He and the Bar played this game for a solid five minutes before Tim finally gave in.

So, still in his jimjams, he shuffles across the floor, hoping to get a cup of tea or something. And with his tea, he receives a pair of packages. The first one, his PSX, he's thrilled about. The second one, he's rather a bit confused over. What the hell is Rock Band, and why hasn't he heard of it before?

And now, he's a bit torn. He'd wanted to just forget the whole ordeal. Now, he's not sure if he should be excited over the new game, or feeling like a considerable arsehole.

benloserz.livejournal.com

Still in his paramedic uniform, Ben is entertained with a book, his own music player, a milkshake and fries. He just came in from the world, and is trying to keep his mind busy to not think about certain things.

The young man sure looks like he needs a real distraction, since he is not actually reading, just fiddling with the book and his snack sits very much untouched. Most likely he is not hearing whatever is playing either.

[Open until it takes the great leap off the front page]

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

It's been a long time. Even if it hasn't been all that long, to Ryoko it feels like a lifetime. She's walking with her nose in one of the three books she's carrying, and it takes tripping over a chair to make her look up.

Startled, she looks around, taking off her reading glasses. 'Mixed feelings' only just covers her expression, but she walks up to the bar, orders a triple-shot latte and finds a table. Ryoko's going to figure out this Subspace: The Endless Frontier book if it takes her the rest of her human life. Luckily, just about every book Washuu wrote has a Dummies guide, and she's got that one too.

Once the caffeine kicks in, Ryoko will be too hopped up to seriously concentrate, so she's botherable.

feederofpigeons.livejournal.com

The odd sound of wet rubber slapping against the sleek floor should be explained if one were to look to the entrance, from where Control was walking in, looking calm and content with himself. If one had only caught glimpse of his face rather than what he was wearing, they probably would have incorrectly assumed that he was just another patron walking in with a smile.

Most people, however, noticed his outfit first.

He was dressed normally, as any sensible man could be, in black pinstriped suit jacket, a white dress shirt and a flower decorated red tie that completely failed to cooperate with either of them. This formal appearance held true right down to his waist, from where he was clad only in his striped boxers and a pair of neon green flippers.

He was also, as could be expected when one is wearing a pair of neon green flippers, sopping wet, the water from his sleeves coalescing at his shirt cuffs before dripping off onto the floor. If one was a detective, or just someone who noticed these things, they could probably guess that he had just come from the lake. Barely ten minutes ago, in fact, if the rather large puddle that Control had managed to create was anything to go by. He ignored the water and waddled his flipper clad feet to the Bar, sat down, crossed his ankles, and asked for a cup of coffee.

The story may be an interesting one. And detrimental to the mental health.

[OOC: Completely useless excuse to use that picture? You don't say.]

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

Ryoko, still wearing bandages around her neck and wrists, is wandering around. She sits at a table, staring wistfully at the rafters, then she gets up to go outside and look at the sky. The air outside is too cold to stand there for long, so she borrows a coat from Bar.

The worst part? Her feet are firmly on the ground. Lying in bed to recover from nearly bleeding to death didn't make it clear, but now she can tell what is really bothering her.

The sky is no longer hers.

[ooc: Tag inside or outside as you please, and slows are always welcome.]

amanofletters.livejournal.com

Watson was in the Bar, a surprising sight, considering the mun had been avoiding him for some reason for nearly a week. Explanations will be given by claims that he had been musing in his own room for a while, writing.

Beside him, he placed a note.

( For any persons looking for Ryoko Hakubi and Ben Winchester. )

Perhaps it was not in the best interests of the doctor to immediately pull out a cigarette and start smoking, but one would have to keep in mind that smoking was considered perfectly safe in his time. He needed the relief anyway.

benloserz.livejournal.com

[[ OOM! Finding Washuu wasn't a problem; getting back alive was another matter entirely... ]]

The door swings open with force, hitting the wall, and Ben jumps in, bruised, nose bleeding, a black eye, lack of shirt showing a few other light injuries, and... carrying someone!

People might recognize Ryoko, and anybody can see the blood and the makeshift bandages. Collapsing to his knees, the teenage guy uses what is left of his strenght to call out...

"MEDIC!"

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

Something is troubling Ryoko. She can't figure out what it is, but something is wrong. Washuu's been gone for nearly a week, but that shouldn't be unusual, shouldn't be cause for alarm. The little scientist often disappeared for weeks at a time, so why is Ryoko concerned now?

So there's a space pirate at the bar, staring at the Door and trying to decide what to do next and trying to think why she's even worried at all.

mrmoneypenny.livejournal.com

So, New Year's.

A certain Villiers sits at the bar quietly, sipping at a French Connection and bar-watching. He is disturbingly new, still unadjusted to the strangeness that occurs in Milliways, and has nothing to do at the moment.

Feel free to traumatize him. Or, perhaps, just pop in to say hi. The boy needs friends!

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

Ryoko's done drinking for a while. Mostly. Now she's just got an armful of somethings carefully wrapped in a blanket. She's claimed a booth and she's looking for a poet, but anyone's company is welcome.

amanofletters.livejournal.com

A Door burst open and an exhausted and hurried Watson stumbled in, looking somewhat worse for the wear in every sense of the phrase. He was sporting some bruises and some cuts on his face, making it clear to anyone who was around to observe him that he had just gotten into, or escaped out of, a struggle only some few minutes ago. He stopped a few moments to catch his breath before resuming his previous speed. However, he only took a few more paces from the Door before stopping again.

He came to an abrupt halt at the sight of the Bar, glancing around for a moment to confirm his location before rushing back to the non-existent Door to grab a non-existent handle. A few rather ungentlemanly words were muttered under his breath before he finally gave up and turned away, walking to the Bar with an air of exhausted resignation and in desperate need of some brandy and a handkerchief. And a smoke.

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

[OOM: A drunken challenge leads to a drunken acceptance. One done boldly, one done carefully. Guess which one was more fun.]

This is a space pirate who is entirely too pleased with herself. She's just about finished the bottle of sake, but it's too good not to keep going with.

Not only did Ryoko get to steal stuff because she wanted to, she got to steal really famous stuff, and there was no way she'd get caught.

She hasn't changed out of what she wore to the tower, incidentally, so there's a few bullet holes and a bit of blood Ryoko hasn't noticed yet. Come say hi, she'll buy anyone a drink (or many, even.)

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

Ryoko's sitting at the bar with two books. She's reading the book Ben gave her, and it's pretty good. (It's To Kill a Mockingbird.) Not her usual fare, but still compelling somehow. Next to her, so far untouched, is a book called The Internet For Dummies. The title's a little off-putting, but she's trying something new. Eventually.

She's got sake to spare, if anyone wants to join her.

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

There are two Hakubis in the bar tonight, and there doesn't seem to be violence in the offing, so that's good. They're even chatting amicably, which is even odder. There's no chance of overhearing their conversation; some of it is not vocalized. It's probably just as well. Washuu's heading back to the lab tonight, come hell or high water, so it seems they may not see each other again for a while.

Ryoko's drinking sake, no surprise there; Little Washuu is too, but that's just uncommon, not unusual.

They are both botherable.

[ooc: Tag one or t'other or both.]

2020sight

Epimetheus likes to lay low during the holidays. They're flashy, loud, and busy -- and the people he spends most of his time with don't ask for much for Christmas besides an extra rubdown or portion of food, anyway.

So he's at a table, boots up on a table, sipping what appears to be eggnog (one good thing about Christmas) and reading a paper that looks to be a couple months old.

. . . Yes, okay, that's not that different from his usual behavior.

greatestgenius.livejournal.com

[oom: A long talk with her daughter was long overdue.]

Now that that's out of the way, Little Washuu can start thinking about getting back to work for real. She has a key to drop off, either with its owner or with Bar. She's also going to have one more meal before she goes back to neglecting herself for science. She'll eat then go back to the lab.

At least, that's the plan before she realizes her feet are stuck to the ground near the bar. "What the..." She looks up and sees the mistletoe. "Oh sure. Very funny. Well, 'tis the season." So for now there's a very grown-up scientist stuck to the floor. Little help?

trustydriver.livejournal.com

Day 3 and still no sign of the door. The Flying Squirrel has retreated outside, away from the crowds in the bar. If she stays indoors right now she's liable to start a fight out of sheer boredom and frustration.

Fortunately, once she got outside, she found a good alternative: the heavy bag.

There is a small woman in a gray leotard standing in the snow out back, practicing kung fu. Anyone watching will feel very glad that they're not her opponent.

alertcommando

The door opens, and a woman in BDU pants and a black tank top walks in, busy with her BDU belt and holsters; she has not noticed the change in scenario, but will be glad later with the fact the door closes but does not vanish.

When she is happy with the fit and sitting of her guns and basic tools, Tanya looks up... then around...

This is not her barracks. Or the mess hall. "What. The. Fuck?"

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

John was in the bar, sitting at the bar, and going over some notes about what he's heard of the disappearances. Tallying a list together, and checking it twice.

No, he's not a psychic Santa Claus, and he'd be welcome to meet people.

maxwellsdemon02

Someone is singing as the door opens.

"Mirai yori mo, ima ga kanjin- WHOA!" Coming into the bar with snow and ice caked on the bottom of his boots, Duo hits smooth and damp wood floor instead of a non-slip doormat.

Loaded down with a backpack and a MYSTERIOUS shopping bag, he slides forward several feet, narrowly avoids doing a split, and finally comes to a stop against a table. A small box flies out of the bag, but he kicks it back into the air, and it lands neatly back where it belongs.

There is nothing for it but to do jazz hands, after all that. So he does. "Ta-da!"

cheevy.livejournal.com

Miniver is in the bar!

He's curled up in a booth tonight with a book and a glass of hot mulled wine. That black eye he'd acquired earlier this week has faded to an off-color shadow.

He always likes company!

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny has learned something. Don’t mix muggle hair dye and rinsing spells. Because sometimes you learn there are worse things then being redheaded, or even greenheaded. She had help from Ravin, so after going to her world then back again in a hurry she learnt that being both a redhead and a greenhead is worse.

will_scarlett

The past few days have been good and so Will is down at the Bar later in the night with the American history book, its interesting reading.

He now understands better why John Adams was cursing Congress, nobles can be horrible men but at least they know how to make up their mind.

Also rich people don't seem to change ever, The Gilded Age was a rather too familiar time in America, and he has chips.

benloserz.livejournal.com

[[ From Here ]]

The door opens, and a voice is heard, with a surprised tone. "Wow. I guess we are lucky."

A moment later, Ben Winchester, the friendly Plain Common (Teenager) Guy guides a very pretty pink-haired teen girl in a nice school uniform into Milliways.

Some people might even recognize Washuu.

"Cool, so cheesecake for dessert?"

[All tags welcome, but Millitimed to after the fight]