milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sariel

[Out of Milliways: It's the Great Nazi-Killing Jamboree of '46, Charlie Brown! Some threads still in progress. CW for excessive gore, violence, and the exquisitely detailed mutilation of entire battalions of goosestepping goons. Also a couple of dick jokes because the GM is 12 when it comes to this stuff.]

It's been a while since B.J took a contingent of volunteers from Milliways to Castle Wolfenstein's keep. Their objective was twofold: one - rescue Richard Wesley, an OSA agent captured alongside him infiltrating the keep. Two - kill Nazis, kill Nazis, kill more Nazis.

And what a mission it was.

We say was because this was supposed to be the door to the operating theater, where Wesley was being held. Instead - well. It's here.

Each member of the mission enters in their own way. Captain Blazkowicz himself is absent, but should anyone desire interaction with any of the other members of the party, they're here.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

So let's find a bar, so dark we forget who we aaaaaare!

The door opens and Mark skips through it, singing. Yes, folken, that does say -skips-. Singing more to the world at large than anything in particular, he bounces over to Bar herself, grabs a pen, and scribbles a sign, posting it, then bouncing back to a table, still singing, but working on an essay.

Mark's sign reads as follows:

Is anyone around here knowledgable about turn-of-the-millenium tax law, or could figure it out quickly?

I'll pay off your tab for help. I'm usually around the bar somewhere.

Thanks,
Mark Cohen. (Blonde, glasses, film camera)

manofthecity.livejournal.com

In honor of mentioning she would do it sometime in a Big Back Room Thread, this post exists.

Around the pool table, which is sometimes in the bar and sometimes not, there are many, many people for one pool table.

Carrot Ironfoundersson is sitting on a stool keeping the score (and keeping peace), and next to him is Badger, who is collecting bets. Carrot keeps giving Badger sidelong disapproving looks, but doesn't actually say anything, since gambling is not directly against the Rules.

Greg Sanders is still trying to decide who to bet on -- the underdog keeps changing, see.

Playing are Rose Red, Sariel, Max Evans and Slack -- Thursday Next is hovering, waiting for a chance to get in, and Cole Sear and Kit Rodriguez are watching and sulking, as they were told they're too young to participate.

(Stupid adults.)

Kurt is getting an amazing view from the rafters, and occasionally swiping a strawberry from the bowl Eilinel's holding. Sitting with Eilinel are Sheila and her infant.

In the other corner, Claire Keogh and Mary O'Brien are just talking about pool -- they're both new to it.

And just wait until Tristan Farnon shows up.

[The original purpose behind the multi-pup post returns: help destroy Rue's braincells! Open to all comers, all day, though I do have a couple of classes in there somewhere.]

fearcrow.livejournal.com

Jonathon Crane's here.

Yes, what is the world coming to. Pensive expression, pensive pose -- if his glasses could be pensive on top of his nose they would be. He orders a mug of coffee from a wait rat and sits in a booth, trying to ignore the fact that the shadows under his eyes would make goths jealous.

"The only emporer is the emporer of ice cream," he muses softly.

[ooc: Cannot be here too long. Slowtime's okay.]

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

Because she was requested, and because people like her, Sariel is in the bar, at the piano.

Playing 'Imagine.' She is, however, not associated with Peter Gabriel.

And she isn't singing, either -- just playing.

un_fallen

Raguel stomps in, glowering, and flings himself down at a table by the lakeside door. His bag lands at his feet with a muffled thunk, and has hardly touched the floor before his hands are busy with cigarette and lighter. Respite in place, he hunches over it and stares at the glowing end, settling down for a nice afternoon brood.

(OOC: Mun will only be around for a couple of hours, but slowtime ~~keeps me sane during the week~~ is always welcome.)

howling_laugh

Coyote stands at the bar. She's had ~~lots of~~ ~~too many~~ a few drinks. Now it is time for New Year's kisses.

There may have been champagne flavored lip gloss (sparkly!) applied. Also mistletoe hidden in pockets.

Coyote is pulling for some action. This is tradition, baby. You don't mess with it.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Never let it be said that the Fair Folk are not generous with their gifts, however late they may be in arriving. There are presents, some of them carelessly wrapped, some of them not wrapped at all, for

( Havelock Vetinari, Nita Callahan, Duo Maxwell, Faith, Illyria, Merriman Lyon, Sariel, Charlie, Georgia (care of Jack Green), and Raven. )

Blodwen Rowlands, of course, hasn't been left out. There is a

( gift for her as well. )

ardens-guard.livejournal.com

Julian of Amber. He doesn't tend to spend a lot of time around regular people - but recently has acquired something of a taste for it.

Want to get bitten?

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

Preston's had a long day and he's clearing his mind. So He's Outside, doing Gun Kata again and trying to clear his mind of the names like Partridge, and Vivianna. But there are new names now, names like Bell and Venkman and, Stanz. Names Like River And others who he's met in his brief foray here.

He doesn't understand it.
So he's outside the bar, this time with his guns, safety off-working through the Kata tree. Only now it's more agressive, the kicks punctuated, rolling and ducking and dodging. Fighting off invisible enemies.

He may look threatening, but he'd never hurt anyone. Really. Despite his conditioning he's not a violent person.

latino_menace

He's still got the horns. He's actually really hoping that bar remembers to get rid of them when he leaves. But it's not a big deal because Ramon's going on vacation! He looks pretty damn happy about it too...here's your chance to come tell him you hope he doesn't come back. Or hey, even wish him a good trip.

un_fallen

Raguel pauses on the bar's threshold and takes a moment to stare at the patrons (odd-looking, even for Milliways) and creepy decor. The sheer unfamiliarity of it triggers a brief surge of panic - something did happen and he wasn't here - before he looks more closely.

And then he recognizes a few people, uncomfortable in unfamiliar costumes, and relaxes. Halloween, of course. Relieved, he comes in the rest of the way and heads for a corner where he can see everyone. And then he feels the illusion settle over him, a slight weight pulling his shoulders straight, and glances back over his shoulder.

He's winged, half naked and glowing faintly. Probably looks quite a bit less the worse for wear, too. He grits his teeth, coming to a sudden halt.

Costume.

Right.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Enter one fae, hands in his pockets.

The name of the game tonight is "Innocence." See how well he plays.

[OOC: Mun has around one anna half hours before slowtime is love.]

aj_crawley

Crowley's...

Well, he's -

I suppose he looks... alright?

Hm.

Well, the tea helps, at any rate.

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

It could be the escalation of Her Kind and Their Kind and Various Other Kinds in Milliways.

It could just be that she's tired of lawyers for the moment.

Either way, Sariel's here, now. Whether you like it or not.

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

Sariel?

Well, no duh she's in the bar today. She has new jeans.

She has also seen a certain newspaper article, and lit the paper on fire in Aziraphael's name. Because she is a loyal friend, of a sort.

Except that part about being in the bar? It's more like on the bar -- or, well, sprawled across a tabletop, anyway, instead of in a chair.

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

Angel in leather, in the bar.

Specifically Sariel, since Aziraphael'd be unlikely to wear leather, and Raguel is not present.

Sariel, however, has just learned for herself the wonders of a motorcycle. And now she's back to her routine reading of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - the actual one, not the novel of the same name.

latino_menace

Having entirely failed to think up an imaginative entrance post for her pup, mun would like to point people in the direction of one Ramon Salazar. He is feeling jaunty this evening and therefore, is likely to be annoying and smug. Just sayin'.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony steps behind the bar. Cautiously. He's been blurting out the truth all day and he's afraid of what's going to happen tonight during his shift.

It happens first with the board.

He picks up the chalk to write. Seconds later, he's staring at the board in horror:

HEY! I'M GETTING MARRIED! NO SPECIALS TONIGHT BECAUSE I NEED MONEY TO BUY MY FIANCÉE A RING!
Facepalming madly, he scrubs the bar surface, leaving it slightly red, dons an apron and faces the crowd.

"Can I get you something?"

[ ooc: Warning for sexual content in the Tony-Sariel, Tony-Jen and Tony-Michelle threads. ]

Current Mood: *facepalming*

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck's in the bar. More specifically, he is on a table in a booth. He looks very, very asleep.

Upon closer inspection, the observant observer might see burn marks on one side of his face.

Go ahead, wake him up. He'll probably be in a good mood.

just_the_doctor

After coming to terms with old friends and old enemies alike, the Doctor is trying to make the best of the situation. He's safe, he's warm, he's fed... and the way things work for him, he's here for a reason. He just needs it to present itself.

Last of the Time Lords, at your service.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

It's an Ace, who looks entirely too pleased about life in general. She's sitting at the Bar, with her list and her new books, humming happily to herself as she gnaws on her poor abused pencil.

un_fallen

Pre-Milliways: Upstairs. Raguel does Not Think about last night.

Raguel comes into the main bar from the direction of the stairs. His face is set and there's a definite limp in his step.

un_fallen

*Raguel is back in Milliways, looking a bit grim. Not seeing Bernard on his first glance around, he approaches Bar cautiously and speaks in a low voice.*

I don't suppose... while I'm waiting for Bernard...?

*There is a short pause which somehow manages to convey outrage.

And then a small, red fire extinguisher appears. Raguel stares at it, slack-jawed, then manages a snicker*

Right. Shame, though. Best beer I ever had, and that's saying something.

*He grabs a stool and sits, scanning the bar*

[OOC summary: Adam meets Raguel. They are both instantly suspicious of each other, though neither can figure out why. They dance around dangerous topics and make small talk, and everything is Quite Tense.
Sariel talks about her upcoming trip and her latest project in repentance, Malcolm. Demonic lawyers, smiting, the bar, fudge, and Vengeance shopping for dresses are also discussed.
Coyote tells Raguel about her friend Raven, and they discuss taking one's self too seriously, knowing one's function, fighting between angels, memory, and the possibilities of choice.
Raguel meets Malcolm, who admits he is falling in love with Sariel. Raguel lectures him on the dangers of love, which he ignores, leading to breakage in a linked thread.]
And this is Raguel's first 100+ post! *stares* OMG you people rock. <3!!!

Current Mood: apprehensive

creator_raven

[OOM: Raven provokes Oberon into a fight.]

The back door flies open, and a tiny flaming raven shape enters, switching quickly to man-form as he hits the floor.

He is burning with black flames, and there are huge fissures in his skin. He is laughing, and there is not much of sane in it.