milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sheriff graham (huntsman)

[ oom: after this. ]

Graham doesn't really know how long he goes on searching for the wolf from his dreams, not until he starts to notice the sky brightening and the buildings slowly resuming their shapes, emerging from the darkness of night.

Still no sign of the wolf, though.

He means to pause by one of the smaller, nondescript grab-a-quick-coffee coffee shops in Storybrooke just to get a much-needed dose of caffeine, and then he'll continue his search.

So it is, to some surprise (if he cared about anything else other than the wolf), that he finds himself in Milliways.

It's been a while.

ahuntsman

[OOM:

Once Upon a Time in Storybrooke ...

"It felt like a memory."

Note: Spoilers for Once Upon A Time 1x07 - 'The Heart is a Lonely Hunter']

notinthebook

[OOM:

Once upon a time in Storybrooke...

"Why do you care about the way I look at you?"

Notes: Spoilers for OUAT 1.07: "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter". Further threads from this scene may follow eventually.]

ahuntsman

[OOM:

Once Upon a Time in Storybrooke ...

The morning after: "Then I guess we're stuck with each other."

Note: Spoilers-sorta for Once Upon A Time 1x06 - 'The Shepherd']

ahuntsman

[OOM:

Once Upon a Time in Storybrooke ...

It's going to be a long night.

Note: Spoilers-sorta for Once Upon A Time 1x06 - 'The Shepherd']

notinthebook

[Once upon a time in Storybrooke:

"This is volunteering?"
"Plans....changed."

Spoilers for Once Upon a Time Episode 1.06: The Shepherd]

the_fairest

Mary Margret stopped in the doorway looking at the changes to the room oddly. People still looked the same. The layout still looked the same. Everything else was just different now. She walked toward, the bar, holding her purse close to her, while looking around at everything brand new. She sat down on a stool, right as a window popped up.

Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron.

( Would you like to sample some configurations? (y/n) )

Mary Margaret took a breath in and tapped the screen.

Rather suddenly there was a fluffy white Persian kitten sitting on that stool.

(Necessary Early Crappy!Physical Warning System:
I may vanish at any time and have to lay down for hours.
I want to play in Cube but it took an hour to do this tonight.)

balancingminds

When Charles enters today, he looks slightly relieved, he's handed in his final draft of his doctoral, the end is in sight. The change to the Bar is unexpected and he carefully walks among the Loegs and building blocks, they're interesting and colorful. At the counter, he gets the vid screen and stares at it for quite a long time, this wasn't what he expected today.

( Alternate Configurations )

He orders a Scotch as he considers the screen before finally asking for an explanation of the holiday and dismissing the options. That's not a change he will ever choose to make, but its left him shaken that Milliways can offer it. Sallie did tell him that Cubefall could be difficult, he just hadn't expected this.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Red Riding Hood, Sheriff Graham
OOC: Charles is not listening to thoughts at the moment except quite passively, he's rather focused on thinking over what he read. Open throughout Cubefall.

notinthebook

Emma wasn't expecting the notification on the viewscreen; even less was she expecting the choices offered.

( What do you mean, 'reconfiguration'? )

She looks at the last for a long minute.

(Flight, the power to simply fly away, is such a tempting idea. No dealing with people, no dealing with Regina, no worrying, for just a little while, about all her stupid mistakes and whether or not she shouldn't have just dropped Henry off at his doorstep and beat it that first night.)

She only wavers for a second, and then her red jacket has morphed into red feathers and a little bird sits for a moment on the bar before fluttering its wings experimentally and taking off.

[Tiny Tag: Emma Swan, Mary Margaret Blanchard, Tommy Gavin, Sheriff Graham]

luvs_yogurt

The door opens and in walks Michael Westen wearing combat armor with a few stray bits of unidentifiable fleshy matter and blood on it. He could use a shower and a nap - but most of all he could really use a beer and something to eat that's of an identifiable species before being grilled and served on a toasted bun.

He's had sort of a long day.

"I'd love a cold beer and a burger with steak fries, please." He sits down heavily on his favorite stool and two notes materialize - the first makes him smile wide, the second... not so much. "Oh, come on Bar... I'm really not in the mood to discuss my tab. Didn't I just pay it not too long ago..."

Another note shows up; "Six months ago."

He sighs and puts his head on the bar as he wiggles a hand between the green pants and his layer of jeans inside them - working out his worn leather wallet. "Fine, fine... how much do I owe?" A number writes itself across the bottom of the note and his eyes go wide. Well, between his own food and drink and his tendency to put others on his tab and the rent on his room... it kind of adds up. He's got enough to cover it, thankfully there was still a decent amount of cash lingering from taking down Paco back in Miami what seems like an ago ago, but he's definitely gonna have to pull a few more paying jobs before heading back home.

"Here," he grumbles, removing a small stack of fifty dollar bills and watching as they poof away to be replaced by his order.

notinthebook

[Meanwhile, in Maine:

"What would you do?"
"I'd go."

Spoilers for Once Upon a Time Episode 1.06: The Shepherd.]

It's getting late and the sun is already well on its way towards setting when Emma opens the evidence locker to do some inventory and finds the bar instead. So far, she hasn't found a dedicated door at work, which is probably a good thing, really, but tonight, after a moment's thought, she heads through.

If she's going to be working late, she's going to need some coffee and a decent dinner, and she may as well get it here where Graham won't be left alone to man the office for an hour before he heads off to the shelter.

Man, as much as she wants to be annoyed by that, she just can't be. It's too nice.

Which is very Graham.

Besides, if everything goes well, she'll be all by herself in the apartment tonight, and she'd kind of like a little company beforehand.

Her jacket goes on the backrest of a stool at the bar, and she pats the surface with a smile. "Coffee. Minus the pastry, this time. I've kind of had my yearly sugar allotment today."

[Tiny Tag: Emma Swan. Emma is not going to see Snow or Red, for Reasons, so we'll all just pretend this is after their visit, yes? Yes.]

ahuntsman

[ooc: Following this.]

Emma's greeting is the last thing Sheriff Graham hears before he's locking up the office and checking to make sure everything is closed and secure for the night.

If all goes well, and no one causes any trouble in Storybrooke, he won't have to return to the office until morning.

(Though one must always be prepared, anyway; Graham takes his job seriously.)

"Right," he calls out. "Maybe I will. Have a good night, Emma."

There's a pause before Graham realizes he hadn't heard the door; and it's a subtle little thrill in his stomach that he embraces rather than ignores (because feelings like that don't come very often, and certainly not until recently), making him wonder whether Emma is waiting for him.

Tonight could be a nice night for a drink.

But when he heads into the hallway, pulling his leather jacket on, Emma isn't there.

And when he pulls the door open, Storybrooke isn't there either.

Standing by the threshold, one hand still keeping the door open, Graham peers into the bar space with both eyebrows raised high.

[ooc: All threads will be millitimed to after Emma's, but feel free to come and greet the new guy!]

tiny!tags: sheriff graham, emma swan, mary margaret blanchard

notinthebook

[Once upon a time, in a little Maine town far, far away:

A Sheriff and Deputy enjoy a little downtime.]

[Tiny tags: Emma Swan, Sheriff Graham]

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Antigone's in the bar tonight.

As for where she's been-- well, that's not so important. The days have passed for her much as they did before, with flowers and gardens and the whispers of the trees, with long nights sitting by the fire, with never quite brushing her hair or putting on a presentable dress. And she's been largely content, if restless.

She doesn't see any particular contradiction between those two states of being.

Tonight, however, is different; she can feel it. There's a peculiar hush about the place-- as if everything were listening. Waiting.

And this time, she thinks the waiting is for her.

[OOC: Well, ladies and gents, because Merc RULES AT LIFE, Antigone is finally having her last night in the bar. If you know her, if you've met her once, if you've never heard of her, go ahead and tag! I'm up all night. Ping at Merky Dee with any questions.]

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

If you asked Saionji, on a scale of one to ten, how much he loved his Halloween costume, he would say, "CHUUUUUUU!!!!"

Oh, it's pretty damn chu all right.

He'd leave, but he can't reach the doorknob anymore.

gonna_live

She spent time this afternoon out by the lake -- out in the lake, and a little above. On the Black Pearl, helping with repairs.

Because sometimes stepping out and away, and doing something that'll actually help somebody out -- that's a good thing. Especially since what's going on right now with Wash...

There's not really anything anybody can do, is there.

The sun was out today, and middle of September in Scotland or no, Kaylee managed to work up a sweat. She's pulling a sweater over her head, though, as she comes in from the lake, red-faced. Evening's coming on. From there, it's to the bar for a glass of water.

With ice.

It's not the best day ever, but working with your hands at least means you don't have to think about it.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

Saionji enters the bar and crosses to the bar, leaving a red notebook. For a moment he hesitates, but seems to decide to remain for now.

He orders a cup of tea and seats himself on a couch, draping languid and pretty across the upholstery, his long green hair splayed out over the back.

A few buttons around the collar of his uniform tunic undo themselves subtly; the expression in his violet eyes combines the sleepy and the sultry.

1morewfeeling.livejournal.com

Sweet leans against th bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, looking ~~red-faced~~ dapper and amused as usual.

He's humming. ~~FEAR.~~

( and such an interesting choice of songs )

balletrat

*Meg's sitting at a booth in the bar, with a fire extinguisher well within her sights.

Theoretically, she's working on a lesson plan.

But every fifteen seconds or so, her eyes dart up, scanning the bar for dancing. Which alas means she has not made much progress on the aforementioned lesson plan.*

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

Saionji sitting in the bar at a table, drinking coffee.

When

Something is germinating inside.

Where

Something waiting to be set off.

Who

Be afraid.

Which

[OOC: Pop-medley locked]

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

A green-haired teenaged boy in a white uniform is seated at the Bar; Saionji has been out of Milliways for several weeks, but he found himself with an empty evening, and he'd rather spend it here than in his dorm room.

In a vague concession to his catch-up work, he has a Japanese translation of Herman Hesse's Demian with him, but it's being neglected in favor of a magazine (also in Japanese) about the world kendo championships.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

[OOC: Out of Milliways: Saionji gets some roses, with a side order of BEING A WEIRDO.

Saionji is in and out briefly.

He leaves a bouquet of a dozen dark red roses, a few shades darker than her coat, for Antigone, wrapped in a sheet of paper from a Japanese newspaper.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

Saionji hasn't been to Milliways in more than a week, on his side of the door. He wasn't sure he was ever going to come back; it's associated in his mind with his time of exile.

On the other hand, he also saw two masterwork blades here, and made a friend.

So this Friday evening, the front door opens, and a tall young man with long green hair enters the bar. He's wearing an immaculate uniform, all crisp lines and green and gold brocade; the jacket is so white it practically glows. More immaterially, there's pride and confidence in his bearing that absolutely wasn't there before.

He sits at the bar and orders a lavish Japanese meal, with tea. Coffee is for after.

prydeful

Kitty.

Happy hour.

It is something that happens, every so often.

Happy Hour!

If it starts with an "X", it's half off.

Call me biased.

Have at.