milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sir integra

Seras sat outside under the moon with a tiny bottle of kitten formula, a rag, and a black kitten that didn't even have it's eyes open yet. She was feeding the little mewing thing. She smiled, the only survivor of the London attack was a kitten. How strange.

Hex was a bit farther away with a seedling poking out of the ground, that was about 3 inches tall, and 1 inch wide. Bit too much for one flower. As as matter of fact, there are several of these about.

A blob of bread rolled over near Hex.

(tiny tag: Seras Victoria, bread plot, Hex's jungle plot)

vyvyan

Vyvyan comes downstairs for a bite.

This vampire business is fun! He just needs to remember not to lose it if he changes scene, which means concentrating every time he goes into another room. But he can keep that up easily, he's sure...

Well he'll keep it up for a day or so on purpose, after that he probably owes it to Seras to at least try and turn back.

flail_victoria

Seras sat in the library hiding from her new fledgling. She was embarrassed yes, and rather pissed at him. Come bother her if you feel like it.

flail_victoria

Seras was still looking at her door, she was back in her blood soaked uniform. She was listening to music, and drinking her 'drink'.

She is botherable.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Distraction]

Guppy has a big jug of hot chocolate, and hot cakes.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

hellsingsdog.livejournal.com

Alucard is sitting in a chair near the fire. He is watching the rest of the bar while drinking a glass of water.

He doesn't quite know what to do with himself but he is botherable.

assassinbourne.livejournal.com

He'd come downstairs to get something to eat from Bar since he hadn't eaten all day. The assassin had been too lost in his past. Lost in the files he had on Treadstone and Blackbriar. On the men that made him who he was today. Or wasn't... He hadn't quite figured that one out yet. Either way, with his sandwich came a note asking him to bartend.

Well... he hadn't been expecting that one. Luckily in his line of work he'd had to take on different personas. Different life styles. Playing bartender was something he could do. So walking around behind the counter he sets the plate with his sandwich on it aside and turns to the board, writing down today's specials. No, they're not specific. Just picked at random.

Drink Specials

Extended Jail Sentence
Screaming Multiple Orgasm
Kill Me Now

Finally turning away from the board, he looks over the bar and her patrons.

"Happy Hour, folks! Tell me, what's your pleasure?"

[Tiny Tag: Tanya Adams]

flail_victoria

Sometime after this Seras steps through the door holding something that looks rather like the side of someone's face. She is not happy. Thankfully she does not have the body this time.

She is missing one of her arms, and it seems to be replaced by a miasma of black fluid.

shinigami-rem.livejournal.com

There is a rustling of wings and scraping of bones as a large creature of bone landed silently on the floor of the bar. It had the expression of expectation. It took out a black notebook and a bone pen from it's shoulders. This is where its wings had disappeared to as well.

It started to write on the paper.

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

It had been, in brief, a long, long day.

Several hours, her time, after her last exit from Milliways, a tired, beaten woman walked into the bar. She looked around, nodding. This place again.

Surely she should be back there, helping Seras, but she couldn't bring herself to exit again. As far as she was concerned, England had lost all hope, and that was, simply put, the end of it.

She was not surprised when her door faded from view. Perhaps she was dead as well, and simply didn't know it. After this day and previous one, there was little that she couldn't believe.

Still, dead or alive, scotch was a comfort, so she sat at the bar and ordered a large one. Her cigar was down to the very end, so she stubbed it out, but didn't bother pulling out a new one.

A less rigid person would have cried, and Integral certainly felt like doing so. But she was still the leader of the Hellsing Organization, even now, even here. It would be a mockery of the battle they had lost if she were to waste her energy on such foolish things.

She eyed her scotch, and lifted it a bit, in a salute to one she would never see again.

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

Integral entered Milliways again. Her posture was different now. Before she had seemed to be coming apart from the stress of the battle, radiating fury and holy rage. Now she looks beaten, broken. The war is lost. Her servants have all left her. The only tools she has at her disposal are Seras and herself. Nowhere near enough to turn the tide.

The setting doesn't surprise her. She walks up to the bar, polishing her glasses as she sits. Once she has a bottle of scotch and a glass, she begins to brood.

He's gone. They're all gone. Pip, Walter, Alucard. . .gone.

Were she less in control of herself, she would weep. For England, for mankind, for her own family, odd though it may be. But even in the teeth of despair, she remains calm, cool, and collected.

works-in-space.livejournal.com

Jim seems almost relaxed today. Maybe it's because his ship in spacedock at last. Though once the hundreds of technicians start roaming about, odds are he will get tense again and then leave for anyplace else.

In the meantime, come say hello.

lady-of-athens.livejournal.com

The door seems to open by itself, and a strong wind blows through the bar.

As a sandaled foot touches down, the door closes. The woman now standing before the door is helmeted, a spray of hair rising from the metal, black locks visible underneath. Her posture is straight, and layers of white cloth billow around her. Her right arm is curled around a long spear, and her left holds up an impressive shield, upon which is the head of a Gorgon that Milliways patrons ought to find familiar.

Her expression is impassive, gray eyes betraying nothing of her inner thoughts.

Milliways?

Welcome Athena.

[ ooc; Time for bed - will pick up tags tomorrow. ]

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

(OOM: In which Integral finally manages to get somewhere. . .or not)

no_justice

Cower brief mortals, for lo, Death himself has arrived in the Bar at the end of the universe.

The Pale Rider is sitting at a table near the edge, affording him a view of the bar, with a wide spread of Klatchian spicy food in front of him.

He's also looking around for a napkin, because he had chutney on his fingers.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random is in the bar, sprawled on a couch, with his feet on a coffee table. So far, everything is going off like a prom dress. Thus, in light of his success, he feels he's earned a little bit of a break.

Which is why he's got a bottle of very nice scotch with him, and a half full glass.

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

Integral managed to get a block this time, before the Bar grabbed her.

This is getting to be quite vexing.

"Can't I even get to my estate!"

She storms over to the Bar, and orders a scotch. After checking her cigar holder, she asks for more of those as well.

She is botherable, but she's not in that great a mood.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is sitting cross-legged on a booth table, with several piles of paper around her. There are also several smallish origami stars she's been preoccupying herself with making littered around the area as well.

As always, her Security badge is pinned to her belt and mostly visible, should she be needed for any such services, despite how engrossed she appears to be in her task. She's not, really. At this point, she could fold them in her sleep.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm has been meaning to do it for a while now, and what with it being the holiday season, he knows how badly some patrons might be in need.

As he reaches the bottom of the stairs and steps into the bar he heads, not for Bar, but for the bulletin board and posts the following:

Dr. Malcolm Crowe. Doctor of medicine and psychiatrist. Ten years professional experience on Earth (late twentieth century), and over two years here at Milliways.

Flexible hours. Experience with several non-Earth cultures. Available to anyone trying to adjust to the bar for the first time or in need of someone to talk to about an issue of some kind. I am happy to provide in-bar references.

Feel free to approach me directly at any time or leave a note with bar with instructions on how you would prefer I contact you. I can also be found in the infirmary during the following shifts...

Satisfied that he's posted the message where it will be easy to notice, Malcolm nods to himself and then heads over to Bar for his usual Glenmorangie while he waits to see what response he might get.

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

War. That was what the fool wanted. That was all he'd wanted, from what she could tell. But what kind of a fool declares war for no reason other than the fun of it? What kind of idiot could do that?

How did the freak chips fit in, and that werewolf?

Heavy questions that need answers as soon as she can get them.

Penwood had proven himself a man at exactly the wrong moment. But she couldn't save him, and would steal the glory of that sacrifice from him.

She tossed her cigarillo as she fled the command center. He might be the only one to get any glory out of this.

She stopped, confused. These weren't the streets of London. There was no war, no screaming, no invasion. . . there wasn't even an outside.

"It's. . .a bar."

Dumbfounded, Integral stepped all the way in, closing the door behind herself. "A bar?"

What the devil?

godandthequeen.livejournal.com

Integral is in Bar. Walter has just shown her some disturbing footage on the internet, and she needs time to think.

So, instead of the paper and a scotch, she orders a mug of coffee and a notebook. This is going to require some thinking.

Though, really, there's not much she can do.

Distractions would be welcome, since Integral's usually in a bad mood.

priestoftravel.livejournal.com

There's a priest innabar.

And apparently, he hasn't given up his usual routine, since he's sitting at a table with a sign:

Salvation
Just a Portable Confessional Away!

Nicholas lights up a smoke, kicks up his feet to rest on the corner of the table, and stares off into oblivion. The church-shaped box rests in the center of the table, just waiting to be put over someone's head.

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There is also a redheaded Rock God in the bar, drinking all the liquor Bar can give him.
Pickles is sitting at a booth, reading a musty, oversized, black leather-bound book. His hair, for once, is in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, and his pierced brows are furrowed in concentration. Judging from the ashtray, he's also been chainsmoking.

herstocall.livejournal.com

[OOM: A disastrous mission leads to a debriefing where Alucard and Integral plan, plot, and think, not to mention rant. Spoilers for Hellsing Episode 1x03.]

herstocall.livejournal.com

[Short OOM: Sir Integral deals with reports, then with her servant as Alucard makes himself known, There is minor snark. Very light spoilers for episode 1x02 of the Hellsing series.]

herstocall.livejournal.com

[Midsummer Summary OOMness: After Alucard arrived in Milliways, he and his Master were caught by the apples's spell. The next morning, a chance accident breaks the spell, or reverses it, and the two, flustered and startled, exit to their world. Following a mission, there is an arguement, and an understanding, of a kind, is reached. Spoilers for Hellsing 1x01. Warnings for... swearing, and adultness.]