milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sallie reynolds

The next time Sallie Reynolds or Michelangelo stops by the Bar, they will be delivered a typed note on high-quality stationery. The note says:

I wish to establish a new fund for the Bar, in addition to the two that already exist. The proposed Jubilee Fund will cover the tabs of individuals who live in circumstances of relative poverty in their time and place of origin. The Bar herself will decide who should benefit from the Jubilee Fund, what purchases will be covered, and what constitutes a reasonable expense or allowance.

With your permission, I will make a founding donation for the new fund. Simply ask Bar to deliver a reply to this message. She knows who I am, although as far as everyone else is concerned, I prefer to remain anonymous.

Thank you for your consideration.

The note is, of course, unsigned.

[OOC: Reactions only please. I will make a backroom post when the new fund is officially established, to explain how it works (although it will be pretty handwavey).]

realmrsreynolds

Sallie was an employer for a long time. You don't get to be an employer for that long if you don't keep good records.

X's paycheck is a little heavier this week, and includes an updated pay stub and the following explanation.

We've been working you too much, I think. I hope you know how much you are appreciated for the work you do here. If you feel like this is insufficient, please speak with me when you have a moment.

Sallie

PS - You have interesting friends.

[ooc: just a note.]

realmrsreynolds

[Before Ysalwen leaves for Kirkwall, Sallie and Ysa have a tiny chat.]

the_shaper

The Lord of Dreams listens, observes. Collects information. The dreams and nightmares he shapes through all the worlds there are (and then some) report. And when they return to him... he learns. He thinks.

And sometimes he acts.

At an indeterminate point during the day, Dream manifests in the bar. By the bar. By Bar.

"Good day to you, Sallie Reynolds. X-23 deserves a raise. I trust you will see it done."

[OOC: plotlocked to

realmrsreynolds pls!]

realmrsreynolds

Sallie's birthday was September 30th. She doesn't really count the number so much anymore, but it was pretty funny watching Splinter and Mike disagree on what to cook for dinner (they ended up making chicken teriyaki under Sallie's direct supervision).

Currently sitting on the customer side of the bar, Sallie's munching on a piece of cake left over from Friday's dinner. No candles though - fire hazard.

littleyellowboxes

Deadpool is sitting at a table in the bar. On this table is a plate containing the remains of a burger, a few empty beer cans, a few full beer cans, and a brand new 64 pack of crayons.

He is currently occupied with a coloring book that is not work safe, nor safe for the eyes of small, easily traumatized children.

Not that we're usually work safe anyway.

"Shhh. I think it's working. I feel calmer already!"

He's also online as weirdwardWiseacre if that's more your style.

realmrsreynolds

Sallie's behind the bar today for a more-or-less lunchtime shift. The benefits to this shift includes: not having to watch Splinter's shows with him, and meeting up with a different crowd than the one that floats in after hours.

Bar herself has a little bit of a different attitude about it, and projects a sign above Sallie's head.

Enh, why not.

[ooc: Bedtime. D: I'm an old lady. But I am around tomorrow if interested!]

freedom_is_grey

She wakes up out in the forest, Liranan's tongue licking at her face. This is interspersed with loud, sharp barks, rough-edged as if he's been making that noise for quite some time.

"What? I -- "

Those dreams, it was very --

She stands, reaching up to gently touch her head, her hair falling disheveled down her back.

"I suppose I must have needed that nap. I -- "

Her hand rests on top of Liranan's head as she murmurs, "Shh. I'm fine. I don't think -- no, it wasn't a demon. I'm fine, I promise. Let's go back."

Ysalwen leaves behind a faint frost-covered imprint of her body, earth trembling under her feet as she takes the first few steps back toward the bar.

The Fade, too, remembers what was. Even here.

If only briefly.

Mage and mabari make their way back to the bar, settling into a booth with a hefty amount of foodstuffs before both of them. Ysalwen herself is still a little drowsy-eyed, but it will pass. Soon. (That's about when she'll notice her bare feet. What happened to her shoes?)

realmrsreynolds

Sallie has five different binders spread out across a table and is appearing to attempt a color-coordination scheme to the papers amongst the various piles.

The labels on the binders are written in Mandarin characters, but you're more than welcome to ask whose secret documents she is doctoring.

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.

howtoactfereldan

Cullen got a package and a note.

At the moment, he's over by the bar, cradling the statue of Andraste in his hands and working to keep his composure. (It's been a difficult few days, but he's on an upswing.) Ci the mabari, meanwhile, is eyeing the tin that has all the treats in it and is very patiently waiting for Cullen to stop having feelings and give her what she's due.

realmrsreynolds

Sallie Reynolds, who lives in Milliways full time ~~despite her mun's incapacity to actually exist in game~~, every once in awhile debates a vacation.

Bar encourages this at times, and has provided a wide variety of travel brochures for her to peruse.

(If she chooses a handful, it makes it easier to coerce Splinter into going somewhere fun.)

[ooc: around for about 2 hours from posting.]

realmrsreynolds

"When?" Mal asks his mom. It's the first that he's spoken since Sallie finished explaining her plans, and she's happy for such a small question.

"Soon."

"Oh."

"Is that...bad? I made provision in -- "

"Ma, no. 'S all good. You're doin' what you need."

Sallie smiles. "Yeah. Maybe."

Later, there is a large-screen television set up in the main bar.

Sharknado marathon
An Earth cinematic classic

Movie 1 at 5 pm
Movie 2 at 7 pm
Movie 3 at 9 pm

Sallie is busying herself with the snacks. Come by and claim a seat!

realmrsreynolds

Splinter's stories are on, so Sallie moved her sewing machine out to a side table in the main bar in order to not be quite so disruptive while she's working on her project.

Whatever said project is currently looks like a BDSM harness.

[OOC: I'm around for the day.]

[Update: Off for pub trivia!]

realmrsreynolds

Most of the time, Bar's suggestions for Sallie's dinner are pretty spectacular. This one though, she is examining a little dubiously.

"Why is my pasta sauce green, m'dear?"

Next to her plate of never-before-seen pesto linguine, an ingredients list appears.

"Exactly what culture is that in love with basil?"

realmrsreynolds

It's November, in the bar and on Shadow, and Sallie has her mind towards planning something resembling a Thanksgiving dinner.

Considering how her understanding of the traditions come from the Winchester brothers and a bunch of ninjas, her plans are a little different than you might expect.

But regardless, Sallie's at the bar with an Earth-that-Was Joy of Cooking, and dogear-ing pages.

[ooc: Signing off at 9:30 pm for the night. Tags will be picked up after lunch tomorrow.]

realmrsreynolds

Sallie spends too much time fretting; Splinter says it's one of her better developed talents.

She comes back in to the bar from the back door with hay in her hair and her favorite shawl around her shoulders. It was a nice walk.

realmrsreynolds

Bar doesn't really keep all that many secrets. Although Nynaeve hasn't explicitly told anyone about the incident a few days ago, Bar still informs both Barmen with the appropriate amount of alacrity.

All outward calm, Sallie leaves several notes at the bar.

Zoe,

What the hell happened to my son that he came here to be treated for a gorram shot wound? Are you okay? What's going on? I don't see you much here, but you're not in range of vidfeed from Shadow, so I don't know what else to do. Please tell me you are okay.

Is Malcolm not being safe?

Sallie Reynolds
---
Simon,

Have you heard from Serenity lately? I am concerned about my son and his recent gunshot wound, and I cannot raise her on the vidfeed from home. Please let me know if you have any news.

I'm sorry I haven't reached out to you sooner - I hope all is well with you and Kaylee. Take care.

Sallie Reynolds
---
River,

What the hell?

Sallie
---
Inara,

Please tell me all is well, my daughter. I do worry.

Sallie

[ooc: closed to all but respondents if they desire a reply.]

witchfinder_general

When Father Harman slips into Milliways from his usual featureless blue office corridor, a note awaits him at the bar, answer to his own.

So he orders a pot of tea and two cups, and sits with that near the fireplace, keeping an eye out for a white-haired lady, and wondering why she addressed him as 'shepherd' -- it is of course a metaphor for a parish priest's position, but her note sounded as if it was something more, a title, the way Americans address almost all clerics as 'Reverend'.

He can ask when she turns up.

guppy_sandhu

Some time after this, Guppy leaves a note at the bar.

( Mike or Sallie )

After this he puts up his clinic sign and settles in the corner.

FREE WALK-IN CLINIC
THE DOCTOR IS IN

realmrsreynolds

[In the kitchens: All the feels.]

realmrsreynolds

In the Staff Wing: a party!

heard_of_her_now

An older lady enters the bar, her hands full of freshly-cut orchids.

She notices where she is - and more to the point, where she isn't - immediately, and her hand drops to the secateurs in her overcoat pocket... but does not withdraw with them, not yet.

(There are handguns discreetly holstered in her coat, too. She did the sewing herself.)

"Well," she says, playing for time as her eyes sweep the bar, assessing and cataloguing threats and counter-threats.

"This is unusual."

mnt_mike

Mike is seated at Bar.
His expression one of...horror.
Abject.
Utter.
Complete.
Horror.

His eyes dart left.
They dart right.

"I need an adult!"

[OOC Notes: Not for threading, just for reactions.
Mike doesn't hear the conversation, nor see in his mind's eye the goings on. What he experiences are impressions filtered through Bar.

But let's face it, even that...is probably still too much.]

havetubawilltravel

[Just after this]

And out of the blue - busting out of the forest and through the back door - comes a familiar pony.

...A pink pony completely missing her mouth.

Once she reaches the bar, she bursts into instantaneous, though quite silent, tears.

Dare you try and cheer her up?