milliways_bar | Entries tagged with silk

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Lives occasionally happen to people. There's paperwork to do, taxes to examine, ambassadors to throw into the port at Riva...

All right, that last one was something he'd wanted to do for most of the winter, but it wasn't anything he'd done.

Children got older and broke things and made things and painted things. And for those who come here, sometimes all those things just kept happening and the door to the end of the universe seemed less and less like a viable option. But tonight, for whatever reason, Garion and a friend made their way in for the first time in what seemed like forever. They sat at the counter. They ordered a flagon of ale each. They looked around to see what might be new, what might be different.

A Rivan king and a Drasnian prince walked into a bar. Ow.

Feel free to say hello.

[tag one, tag both, specify or not]

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

Outside. Several lumps of dough are pinned to assorted trees, and oozing slowly off the knives pinning them. Regarding them with an irritated expression is one small man, his long, pointed nose twitching as he glances about for more. A spilled tankard of ale lies near his feet.

That's the worst part of it, really; that the damned attacking dough made him drop his ale. And here all he wanted was a quiet evening outside, with a tankard.

[tiny tag: bread dough]

unhingedwarlock.livejournal.com

Terra was...

Really busy.

Rodney D'Armand, second son to a line of second sons, unremarkable looking young man about Terra, plops into a chair, the first one he sees and smiles. He has no idea what he's going to do on planet, or how he's going to earn money, or what direction he intends to thrust his life, but he knows it won't involve watching Grace and the Captain (a plus!) and judging by the rest of Terra, it's going to be fantastic. He still can't shake the awe he'd had upon seeing the DDT museum. And the universities?

Guh.

So many books! He'd never seen so many in one place before! Real paper and ink books, bound in leather. His grandfather would have been in heaven!

Wow. Just wow.

[tinytag: rod gallowglass]

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

Silk hadn't expected to find himself in Milliways this afternoon, but since he had, well, there's absolutely every reason in the world to enjoy a good, hearty lunch. The fare available at the end of the Universe is vastly superior to what he's been eating the last few days on the road.

Vastly.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion was glad to see a familiar face in today and gave the other man a hearty wave as he started setting up for his shift. The bar got a good wipe down, his paperwork was summarily put away for the moment, and Garion made sure everything was well stocked before writing on the board.
Drink Specials
Tequila Twilight
Moonlight
Summer Night
"What'll you have?"

[ETA: ~~heading out to get home; new threads, Mai will pick them up!~~ back!]

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

When Silk walks into Milliways today, he blinks. This is the only sign of surprise that he shows.

He hadn't expected to find himself here. As a matter of fact, he'd expected to find himself walking into one of his offices in Mallorea, hence the currently fine cut and materials of his soft grey clothing. Still, it's not as if Mallorea isn't waiting on the other side of the door.

Without further consideration, he approaches the bar.

"A mug of your finest ale, if you please," he asks, as he sits up on one of the stools. Really, he could use a bit of relaxation, after the week he's had; you'd think he hadn't helped to save the world - Mallorea being a part of it, naturally - several times at this point, the way certain parties have been arguing with him.

Really!

oneman_onevote

From a plain, dim corridor lit with flickering candles, the light and noise of Milliways is startling, to say the least. A tall, thin man dressed all in faded black glances around quickly and warily, before tilting his head with a small, inscrutable smile. Well, well.

He makes his way in, upright, but supporting himself on a thin cane, and sits in an out-of-the-way booth, to look around with an air of mild interest. A rat scurries up to provide him with coffee. (Black.)

And there he sits, soaking up the familiar, half-forgotten atmosphere.

Do come and exchange pleasantries.

[OOC: Going out for a few hours in just a minute, but I'll pick up all slowtimes as soon as I'm back.

Back!

And gone again, for sleeps. Slowtimes, yes? :D]

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

At some point today, a certain small man with a long nose slipped unnoticed into the bar.

How does the narration know this? Because currently, he is sitting at a table with a good view of most of the room, and enjoying an after-dinner ale, with a faint smile on his face.

Come on, you know you want to ask.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar strolls into the bar from the back door and sets up his usual sign on the nearest table:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

SECURITY SHIFT BEGINS AFTER THAT

Then sits down to wait for the timer to decrement itself all the way to zero. It's been a fairly simple morning and sometimes those just call for basic routine, y'know?

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

Tonight, Silk has himself a comfortable table, roughly in the middle of the room, and a mug of good ale.

He can be seen picking at the remains of a very fine meal, and is perfectly botherable.

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

Silk is a very happy man right now. He is not cold, he is not filthy, and he is not living on what the Karandese call food - which is almost as bad as what Polgara calls breakfast.

Gruel is not on the menu this morning. There is sausage, and eggs, and a nice thick slab of steak.

Silk is a very happy man right now.

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

((OOM: Silk's Adventures In Muckland. Silk spends some time getting to know the local culture and climate of Karanda. And then something scary happens. Haha.))

If you happen to be looking at the doorway when it opens this time, you might catch a glimpse of the small, scruffy, muck-caked man before he steps into the bar, and melts into something...

Taller.

Cleaner.

Better-dressed.

And quite, quite confused judging by the expression on his face.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

There's a flash of blue light just inside the door, and a moment later both a tall blond man and a very palpable smell have entered Milliways. "Just for the record," says Belar to no one in particular, "I really, really, really don't like camels."

The smell doesn't last long. Hygiene at will is one of the lesser-known perks of being a God.

Belar's still just a tiny bit disgruntled about the whole incident as he approaches the Bar, which is probably why he doesn't really bother to dispel the faint staticky-looking blue nimbus around him as he writes out a note.

Bernard and Mikey-

I've been doing some experimenting and I think I can get some decent surfing-quality waves on the lake if you ever want them. Let me know if you ever need a setup like that for a party or anything.

-Belar

Once the note's disappeared, he orders himself a pint of Aldurford brown and plops down at a table with a good view of out back, where there are no camels whatsoever.

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

That is not your regularly scheduled Alorn bartender, putting the specials up.

The fact that it still is an Alorn bartender doesn't detract from the obvious physical dissimilarities - small, skinny, and dark-haired vs. tall, built, and blonde?

How did he let Garion talk him into this, anyway? It's entirely too much like honest work.

Specials
Any ale

((ooc: No more new tags pls, the mun has all she can handle. ADDITIONALLY: to those currently threading, I'll brb; the roomie has come bearing RAM, and. Well. >>; ))

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion man, Garion man
Doing the things that a Garion can
Where is he sitting? It's important.
Garion man.

Is he a 'tender or is he a king?
Though this is a song, don't ask him to sing.
He can do lots of stuff, but not that kind of thing.
Why not say hi... to Garion man?

He's at the bar, incidentally. Since, you know, it's important.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Up in the infirmary, a very sore Garion gets the first round of visitors.

Silk, Garion's good friend from home, comes in first to provide the vital service of informing Garion on how stupid his actions were before the two of them get down to the business of why he decided to wander into Karanda without his magic flaming sword. Ray stops by next, where he finds out the fate of the PKE meter he lent to Garion (it's in two different, very dead demons) and the two discuss the fact that half-demon half-human children are Creepy and Wrong ala Wilbur Whately. Charlie comes by as well, offering help with babysitting, general well-wishing, and grapes. He's followed by a strange little introduction to Miniver Cheevy (on going). A little while later, Suzi Darley comes in to check on her patient, bring him a blanket, and inform him of just how much fun it is to ride his god. Garion is very thankful for the blanket.

Especially as his wife calls later in the afternoon, wondering where he is. Cue some very creative truth-telling, some slipping up, and a very harried Rivan Queen, children and all, returning to Milliways.

After this, Obi-Wan Kenobi comes by and learns about wolves, amongst other things.

Current Mood: sick

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

The door sticks for a moment, or perhaps it's just not pushed hard enough. It sways back and forth before there's a grunt and the body falls in.

No, not a body. ( He's moving. )

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Mardi Gras does not exist on Gara, and was never particularly marked in any of the places on Earth that Belar frequents. He ignores the holiday and its sequelae with a blithe sort of cheer indistingushable from his usual mood. The sign goes up as soon as he sits down:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

He sits back at his table, eyes closed as usual, and the sign starts decrementing. All is well, all is normal-

-or not.

The sign stops at the 8:43 mark, and Belar's eyes pop open. "Oh, crap," he says. "Oh, that's not good."

hungbyathread.livejournal.com

You've probably been wondering where everyone's favorite insane stage director has been.

No?

Well, you should of. Not that it's been an especially interesting couple of days for him, but the poor man could do with a little consideration. Possibly (and this is largely his opinion) some anti-psychotics.

At the moment, however, he's doing well enough with a plate of breakfast (eggs, sausage, and toast) and a cup of coffee; in fact, he looks nominally sane and approachable.

...this might be a problem.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Anakin saunters down from upstairs. He thought he would see if anyone was on duty and see if he couldn't learn a little something about his new trade. He moves deftly between the tables and booths on his way over to Bar and then smiles at her a bit. "Hey there, Bar. Ready for an interesting night?" He looks across the bar and when he spies Garion behind, setting up things he says, "Bartender on duty, I presume?"

Garion, who's been writing up the specials, turns and leans on the counter.

"One for you," he says with a grin, something of an inside joke to the comment though certainly not one made at his expense. "Yeah," he continues, "That'd be me."

"I thought I'd come down and introduce myself. The name's Anakin...Anakin Solo." No he's not trying to look like James Bond...it just turns out that his speech patterns are similar. "I'm supposed to start training?"

"I read the note," he answers, rubbing his fingers together to get rid of the chalk "I don't think it's so much training as, er-- you'll see, really. It's an interesting job."

Anakin laughs a bit and leans on an elbow, "I can only imagine. I've been here for a while now and even as waitstaff, life became more and more interesting everyday."

"Well, get back here and we'll see how it goes..."Specials

Island Girl
Chocolate Shock
Black Wolf
[ooc: tag team bartending. specify and get the one you want; don't specify and you could get either or both]

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

The door opens slightly, and h sticks his head in.

"Gario-- Oh. Here." Well, Silk's looked just about everywhere else; Garion might very well be in Millyway's. And it's been a while since he's been here; this looks like the perfect excuse to get reacquainted.

His eyes run over the bar, and the observant might notice the gleam in his eyes, and the twitching at the end of his nose.

((ooc: I've been given to understand that there's been a Silk here before, some time previously. This is just to let everyone know that this is a different mun.))

guides-the-way.livejournal.com

Silk enters the bar looking calm, dressed in simple clothing and not looking like a prosperous businessman at all. A cold wind swirls in behind him before the door slams shut and he's just in time to catch the end of Garion's announcement. He smiles without much humour and heads over to talk to him.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

The door opens with a crash as the Rivan King runs in. He obviously didn't expect to be running into Milliways, but relief breaks on his face as soon as he recognizes where he is.

"Well... that was certainly helpful."

*I do make things EASIER on occasion.*
If only to balance the many many times you make things incredibly difficult.
*Well... yes.*

He looks chagrined for a moment before looking around. There are difficult ways and easy ways to do things, dignified ways and simple ways to do things. As was usually the case with the Rivan King, with Garion of Riva and once of Faldor's Farm, he went with the easiest... and the simplest.

"ANY FRIEND OF MINE. ANY PACK MEMBER. ANY PARENT. ANYONE WHO WOULD WORK AGAINST SOMEONE WHO HAS STOLEN A CHILD FROM HIS MOTHER'S ARMS." And he considers for half a second, weighing a couple of things in the back of his brain before finally belting out "AND ANYONE WHO'D LIKE THEIR BAR TAB PAID IN FULL" He's not against mercenaries. "COME SEE THE TALL BLONDE MAN WITH THE GIANT SWORD AT THE BAR."

Pause.

"AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."

Cough.

"PLEASE."

[ooc: If you'd like to get started before they finish talking, the threads are here]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

He staggers in, looking--

There are no words for how he looks, nothing that could ever express the heartbreak in every line on his face, every movement, every breath. He is a man beaten, a man brought low. The Sword of the Rivan King looks like nothing so much as a terrible weight over his shoulder, pressing him down, crushing him under the burden of fate. Strong limbs shake and steady eyes shine and he doesn't even realize where he is until he stumbles into a chair that had no right to be in his tent.

His heart constricts in his chest as he recognizes Milliways, as he looks to the bar. In his mind's eye, he sees himself serving drinks with Ce'Nedra atop his thigh, holding the baby and introducing him to any and everyone who would come up. His eyes sting and burn from it, from the thought, and he shakes his head as the wetness drips down his face and onto the floor. He flops into the seat he'd stumbled into.

Oh gods.

[ooc: not plotlocked, but unless you're a familiar face, backing away slowly is probably for the best. If you ARE a familiar face, PLEASE feel free to tag. Please.]

guides-the-way.livejournal.com

Silk enters the bar with a blank sort of expression on his face, and his step doesn't hold quite as much bounce as it normally does. The notice on the bar doesn't help matters much, but he sighs and clears his tab anyway. His aspirations toward becoming the richest man on his world are well on their way to being fulfilled, after all.

Doesn't mean he has to like paying bills. He procures a tankard of ale anyway, and then goes to lounge by the fire.