milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sari sumdac

Alyx Vance, at the firing range, with a machine pistol.

D0G, in the garage, with a Skitch.

Guardian Bob, in the Bar, with an energy shake.

Sari Sumdac, by the fireplace, with headache medicine.

[Please specify who you're tagging. Open until it scrolls. tinytag: Sativa]

colour_girl

Iris loses track of time so easily. She really needs to make a better effort at keeping track.

But that doesn't bother her today. Today she's just sitting by the fire, absorbed in her book.

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

Sari Sumdac hasn't been seen in Milliways lately. Our apologies. She's been busy. Very, very busy.

But she's here now, albeit looking very ill and bundled up in a blanket. She drags herself over to the fireplace, curls up as close to the fire as she can get without actually getting in it, and mumbles a request for a hot drink to a passing waitrat.

(Don't worry, it's not a relapse of the IMDb Flu. Just your average everyday rhinovirus infection.)

Current Mood: sick

noteful

The problem with sharing a fairly small apartment with two roommates is that there's not always room for projects that take space.

Case in point, jigsaw puzzles. Jigsaw puzzles require a fair amount of flat space that isn't needed for, say, eating meals, which lets out the only real option in Meg's apartment, the kitchen table.

Fortunately, it's much easier to find an empty table at the end of the universe, and so Meg has carefully set out 750 pieces of Van Gogh's "Starry Night" across the top of one that's not too far out of the main flow of things.

Now she just has to put it together.

vance_prime

Alyx Vance is on the firing range, indulging in some therapeutic violence to clear her head.

D0G is rambling through the garage, with Skitch trailing behind him.

Bob is at the Bar with a plate of chips the size of his head.

Sari Sumdac is lying on her stomach by the fireplace, drawing a picture of Prowl.

And Artie Nielsen is in his corner booth, looking over his notes and trying not to fall asleep in his seat.

[Please specify who you're tagging. Open until it scrolls.]

team-seaslug.livejournal.com

Maybe Osaka was just being dense as usual, but she sure didn't remember a lake last time she was here.

The young girl, fresh out of school and still wearing her uniform, had already gotten pretty suspicious when she'd walked up to Chiyo's mansion and found the front gate was missing. Osaka couldn't picture anybody stealing that -- it'd be really heavy -- but then again, people in Tokyo were...weird. And then there were those mountains way up the drive...and the forest...huh. Maybe real rich people can just get those put in or somethin'...

Osaka knocked on the door like always, trying to put that out of her mind; when nobody answered, she hesitated and then let herself in, laying eyes on...uhh. Huh. This was different. "Hey, Chiyo! How come you didn't tell me you were remodelin'? The bar looks real neat...and, uh...I like the mountains, too. In your yard. They're...big and stuff. Got a nice purplish color..." Her eyes shifted over to a nearby observation window and -- woah. She couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at the glorious edge of the universe. "Hey, that's real cool...it must be, uhh...holograms or somethin'. I bet Chiyo built 'em herself..."

Somebody should probably distract her; she could stare like that for hours...

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Guppy and his wife casually toss ideas at one another. The first is greeted with trepidation, the second with surprisingly easy reception.]

Guppy comes in, with his baby son toddling along behind. He goes over to a table and flops down with some juice for them both.

"Splodey!" Alex yells at him, shaking the table excitedly.

"Yes, but careful with the table."

"Splodey!"

"Splodey is finished now. Your uncle Atton will start teaching you to blow stuff up if you keep shouting that across the bar."

Both botherable.

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

Having most of your lifeforce temporarily sucked out tends to weaken the immune system a bit. Eating half your weight in candy right afterwards doesn't help either.

Long story short: Sari is feeling a bit poorly. She's barely been out of bed since yesterday morning. She stumbled in just now by accident while trying to get to the bathroom. Instead of going straight home, she's opted to curl up by the fireplace with a mug of hot tea.

It's just a cold, she keeps telling herself, I'll be fine tomorrow...

[tinytag: IMDb Flu]

Current Mood: sick

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

The only proven way to avoid random holiday costuming in Milliways is to already be costumed when you come in.

Sari is not aware of this. But then again, it doesn't really matter to her. Everyone knows that half the fun of Halloween is devising and constructing the perfect costume. And when she walks in today, she's got the best costume that cardboard, aluminum foil, poster paint, and three nights of work could possibly produce.

"Autobots, transform and roll out!"

[ooc: Car Keys bait for John Munch, but open to all!]

ps_you_look_hot

It goes like this:

Nikola steps into the bar and finds himself redressed for the holiday.

The door opens again, and Lorne steps in and finds himself redressed as well.

Neither of their costumes seems particularly out of the ordinary until the two men look at each other.

“Parrish?”

“Detective Kavanaugh?”

“No, Major Lorne. I…Doc? You’re not Dr. Parrish, are you?”

“Certainly not.” Nikola draws himself to his full height, but his attempts to look imposing are somewhat hindered by the bulky jacket and (good lord, really?) cargo shorts he seems to be wearing. “And you’re not Joe Kavanaugh.”

“Nope.” Lorne looks down at his dark trousers and white, button-down shirt, shoulder holster strapped in place and a badge proclaiming him a detective in the Old City Police Department.

“Well, then, Major…Happy Halloween.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And they both go their separate ways, Nikola to a couch by the fire (where, in a moment, he will no doubt discover the travesty that has been perpetrated on his hair) and Lorne to the bar to order a pint.

[ooc: Two pups, one mun. Say in your tag who you're tagging. I'll be out all day tomorrow and most of Sunday, but consider this post open forever.

ETA: Also? Car keys bait for Sari Sumdac (for Lorne) and the Flying Squirrel (for Nikola).]

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

Off near the back of the Bar, where it won't be (too) loud, there is a large TV - about 50". There's a DVD player hooked up to it, and a box of DVDs. The DVDs include such classics as the entire Wednesday the 15th series, that modern masterpiece Rake, and Wendy the Werewolf Stalker - not the cool TV show but the craptastic film with Swanny Crystal. Above the TV is a crudely drawn banner reading "HALLOWEEN HORROR HOEDOWN!!" (Both the artwork and the choice of words are Beast Boy's, if anyone asks.)

Cyborg has just finished getting the his spare batteries connected - he can't find any outlets with the right socket for some reason - and he looks around the Bar with a big grin. "So who y'all wants to see some scary movies?"

[ooc: Mun will have some slowtime, but open to all comers all weekend and threadhopping is encouraged - pick a film (real or imagined) and have some fun. Also a CAR KEYS post for JRR Tolkein.

Updated: Mun now enters weekend slowtime - will tag Saturday night after Shabbos and Sunday before and after wisdom tooth extraction.]

mnt_mike

Mike has set up his favorite barstool behind Bar for a change of pace.
Why, you may ask?
Because he's actually out here to tend to Bar during Happy Hour.

GASP in wonder!
MARVEL in awe!
RUN do not WALK, to have your drink made by the crazy man who didn't drink even before he got knocked up.

On the Specials Board behind Bar reads:

Tell the Barman a joke
And your drink is free.

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

Sari's on the floor,
drawing possible costumes;
Halloween is nigh.

Dad and daughter sprites
sitting by the fireplace,
watching fish go by.

Alyx Vance went out
To do some target practice.
She's almost finished.

[ooc: Open forever.
Please tell me who you're tagging.
Haiku optional.]

Seventeen-syllable tinytags: Chell, Sativa

noteful

[OOM-but-not: After a short sortie to survey the baseball field . . . it's post-game party time!]

[OOC: Post-game party is open to all and forever. Have fun!]

noteful

[Play Ball!]

[OOC: The link above takes you to the beginning of the Milliways Baseball game. From there, everything is linked in sequence, or you can hop around looking for your friends and relations. Spectators are still welcome. Later this evening, there will be a link to the post-game party, and everyone is invited.]

sunbaked_baker

Sunshine's been busy.

Keeping busy means she doesn't have to think about SOF's ever-present watchdogs, even those she's always thought of as her friends.

Keeping busy means she doesn't have to think about the continuing absence of ~~her~~ the vampire with whom she's recently allied herself.

Troubled times call for experimental baking.

Free Baked Goods!
Trying out some new recipes, so tell me if you like them!

Pleasure/Pain au Chocolat
or
Mojito Key Lime Pie with Mint Meringue

The sign's at one of the more central tables of the bar, along with a tray and pie-tin of the aforementioned baked goods, and Sunshine, sitting down with a cup of strong tea.

Caffeine is her friend.

Current Mood: worried

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

A tiny pigtailed girl walks up to the Bar.

"Can I get a hot dog, please?"

She does. She also gets blue baseball cap with "Paradoxes" stitched across the front.

"...oh, awesome."

Current Mood: cheerful

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Some days you get good news, and some days you don't, and the other day was one of those days for Ellen. She's aware that, timestop or no, she needs to get back to her world and trying to find the northern Vault that Paladin Hoss told her about, but... well, the thought of going back and finding who knows what is currently putting the shivers up her spine every time she so much as looks towards the front door. So instead, she's going carefully over the stylized, silvery, lightweight alien guns she brought back from the saucer. Two of them are already spoken for, and if she's going to make her time in Bar count for anything, she needs the others to be in perfect repair before she sells them off.

She's named the pistol-type ones Atomizers and the rifle-type ones Disintegrators. There's four of each spread out on the table as she works with a tube of grayish-blue goo to patch up any dings or damage they have. She likes to keep busy, but wouldn't mind talking, either.

[OOC: Icons to the contrary, she's currently dressed like this. I just don't have any pictures of women in that uniform.]

[tinytag: Sativa, the Chosen One (Fallout 2)]

ofthefamily

Outside in a bit, Carlisle's hosting his team meeting.

For now, though, he's sitting at the bar playing with the laces on his baseball glove.

Carlisle gets fidgety when he is enthusiastic about something.

[ooc: some threads potentially still in progress in the team meeting, but it is up! Carlisle is open for tags whenever, if you forgive the family!drama that keeps dragging me downstairs.]

[OOC again: My phone lets me edit and things! This post will be open through tomorrow, since tonight is made of fail.]

lilolo.livejournal.com

Lilo runs into Milliways, followed as usual by indistinct yelling. She races to the bar, where she whispers something, then runs into the bathroom with a wrapped package underarm.

A few minutes later, she emerges from the bathroom, wearing a long (fake) fur coat, a bowler hat, and a pair of plastic spectacles with a rubber nose and a mustache.

"Hhhhhallo," she announces to the bar at large in an indistinct accent somewhere between British and Spanglish. "Oi am Emu Snickers, Model Citizen, thoroughlay unnoteworthy patron of theese foine establishment! Barkeep, a chocolate milk! On the rocks."

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

A layer of soot coats the arriving Teen Titan today. Going up against Gizmo can do that to a guy. And while Cyborg and friends eventually got the upper hand, it's no fun at all to deal with the little runt's booby-trapped jetpack.

Cy wasn't expecting to be here - he thought he would be on his way back to his room to clean up. But since he's here...

"Hey, bar, let's get some bacon and eggs, and orange juice, and toast. And a towel and some metal polish."

[ooc: Slowtime for work will happen. Open till it's off the front page.]

[Tiny Titan tags: Cyborg, Jordan Reynolds]

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

Whiff.

So. Sari signed up for the baseball game in the middle of the month.

Whiff.

Thing is, she's never actually played baseball except in video-game form. So, obviously, she needs to practice.

Whiff.

Thus far, her practicing has consisted of getting a bat and ball from the Bar, going out back, tossing the ball into the air, and attempting to hit it as it comes down.

Whiff.

As you can imagine, this isn't working very well.

Whiff.

Somebody please offer to pitch to her? Or get her a T-ball rig? or something?

[ooc: Open for tags until it falls off the page. Tinytag: Valeria Von Doom]

Current Mood: embarrassed

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Someone has sent Mary Lennox a message.

Mary Lennox is not the kind of young lady who keeps hurt to herself, in a stoic and dignified fashion; Mary Lennox is not the kind of proper young lady who keeps herself under control. Even if she were, she would have trouble doing so now.

(Even for someone who hadn't learned from Galadan, the message would be easy to decipher: I can kill what you care for, it says, and your protections are weak. Your home is not safe.)

When she walks into the bar and her face is white, and her breathing fast and hitched, hysterical, although she isn't crying. She takes a sheet of paper, writes on it in large letters - her hands push down so heavily that they almost tear the page - and then pounds it into the message board.

I AM NOT FRIGHTENED OF YOU.

MARY LENNOX

She takes a step back to regard her handiwork, twisting her hands together in front of her, and says, in a sharp, shrill voice, "You ought to be frightened of me!"

(It's utter bravado, but it makes her feel better anyways.)

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

When your schooling consists of daily lessons with a live-in robot tutor (does it count as 'live-in' with a robot?), the concept of 'summer vacation' doesn't mean a whole heck of a lot. To her, the changing of the seasons just means a change in temperature and fewer reruns on TV.

Still, there are other aspects of the season that are worthy of interest. Sports, for example. Specifically, the baseball game for which Sari has just signed up.

(Oh, and she's still got that bandage on her right hand. She's hoping she'll be feeling better by the time of the game.)

Current Mood: excited

shoeless-ed.livejournal.com

"The Cosmotron 5000 traverses light-years and centuries in the blink of an eye!" Ed announces. She is holding an object that is, at a guess, a miniature space ship kludged together from various Lego sets. She's waving it around to simulate a turbulent trip through space (or possibly time).

Speaking of Lego sets, Ed has commandeered a number of small tables and set up different Lego worlds on each. There's a jungle with vine-covered ancient ruins and a native village on one table, a medieval castle and jousting field on a second, and a Wild West town on a third, to name a few. In the interest of adding realism to the simulated flight of the Cosmotron 5000, Ed is not only waving the ship about but running around and between her Lego-world tables as she does. All while emitting various spacey noises.

[OOC: Anyone may tag, but be warned that slowtimes are inevitable.]