milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sky tate

exspdblue.livejournal.com

Sky steps into the bar. It has been a long time, Milliway's. He wears his uniform as in the icon but the blue is red at this time. He is however, wearing the bracelet of morphing red rangers across time. He places a hand to the bracelet and smiles a bit to himself. He walks up to Bar and orders a coffee. It comes just the way he likes it. He sits down and just sips his coffee... Eyes closing.

exspdblue.livejournal.com

Sky wanders into the bar, once he notices where he is he pauses for a moment and then sighs. "Not this again..." He says to himself. He hasn't been to the bar in a long while and maybe he was getting used to it. Who knows other than Sky himself. He heads over to Bar and smiles a moment. "Can I get a coffee?" As it appears before him, he bites his lower lip and takes a look around. He thinks and then turns back to the bar.

This'll be interesting... He thought.

exspdblue.livejournal.com

And thusly, a red clad Power Ranger walks into the bar. Luckily, no one tries to make some sort of joke at that point. He wanders up to Bar and sits. It has been a long, long time since he had sat here and he relaxes a bit and melts into the chair. He orders a mug of tea and removes his helmet.

first-sixth.livejournal.com

Aloud, in the relative privacy of the Dino Lair, Tommy often remarks to his teammates that the longer they wear the uniforms, the more second-nature things will become. It's often a comment that's merely the first part of a statement, one that concludes with, "So please, stop letting your guard down so often." It's a lesson that Ethan could stand to take to heart, he reflects, given his laxness in preparing for the Detonation Man competition.

In the complete privacy of his own head, or at least as complete as one can expect in Milliways, Tommy wonders if he'll ever get used to the sort of weirdness that life feels compelled to throw at him. When he'd been in high school, he'd never skipped classes. Today, he'd actually gotten a substitute so that he could go and hunt down Zeltrax before the renegade cyborg could cause any more trouble -- and before Mesogog could get ahold of him.

Not that his lack of finding any traces of Zeltrax had made for a day off, what with the Hornrimmed Monster letting loose on downtown Reefside and the coinciding reemergance of the town's extinct volcano. Owing to a Tyrannodrone attack in one of the public parks that evening, no doubt Mesogog throwing a temper tantrum to let off some frustration, it hadn't been a quiet evening, either.

The Black Ranger props his booted feet on the table, drumming his fingers against the crest of his helmet while looking reflectively at his laptop screen. He supposes that if nothing else, they've gained some valuable fieldwork. Still, he'd far prefer to be talking to people than doing his necessary, if often dull, post-battle analysis. Anything that makes him drink more coffee than Jason Scott can't be a good thing -- and Tommy's already on his fourth cup.

mnt_mike

"Um...excuse me? If I could have everyone's attention for a minute."

The hustle and bustle of the bar continues a pace, as if he'd said nothing at all.

"Hello? Can I have your attention, please."

Still nothing. There are drinks being drunk and foods being eaten and hub-bubs to bub.

"Okay...that's it."

A near ear piercing whistle makes it's way through the din. You'd almost expect a fleet of taxis to pull up along side the dirty-blonde haired man standing behind Bar. After all, that's what whistles like that are cultivated for in the first place.

"Thank you. Uh,...I guess I have an announcement to make. Um...first things first. Apologies to those who've had questionable...uh...bar-fare in the last couple of days. There's a refund coming your way if you were inconvenienced in any way. It's been a rough week of transition for everyone involved, and we appreciate your patience.

This brings me to my second point, um...for the time being...."

At this turn of phrase he winces slightly, as if someone had just poked him rather hard in the brain.

"...I will be assuming the role of Head Barman. So uh...yeah. If you've got any concerns, let me know I'll do what I can. If you have any complaints...please keep in mind that I am a highly trained ninja that can kill you in your sleep.

Okay with that said...the Bar is open."

exspdblue.livejournal.com

Sky holds his morpher in his hand. He breathes in deeply and then looks at the targets of varying sizes. He has to keep up his skills. He thrusts the morpher to the left and then to the front yelling out, "SPD Emergency!" The morpher flips open and red energy glows around the badge. Once the morphing sequence is done Sky leaps up with a yell and fires lasers at the targets. He hits most of them. Only missing 1 or 2. He begins working on the wire fu.

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at the bar, drinking coffee, and tapping at his laptop.

Good coffee, shiny tech, mutant doctor.

othercaptjack

Aaaand a little while after the exodus of the Barman and his wife, comes Captain Jack Harkness, cheerfully hungover, and as such, not so much on the observant side.

"Bar, sweetheart? Could I get some water and a couple of alka-seltzer?"

Resounding lack of reaction.

"Hey now, I know I only have myself to blame. But please? At least I didn't ask for hair of the dog?"

... Well. Not the first time he's upset a lady, won't be the last...

"Sweetheart? Did I do something? I promise I didn't mean it, if I did..."

Jack pets the completely non-sentient bar tentatively.

"Uh. Bar?"

stopped-signal.livejournal.com

Mr. Universe is in the bar again, typing away at double-speed at a very shiny laptop.

There's several empty cans of Jolt scattered over his table, and several more still sealed, though he's working through them at a respectable rate.

Come and introduce yourself, or catch up if you already know him.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

There's a rather new face in the Bar. The Ranger (sans encounter suit) is sitting at one of the tables, watching stars explode through the Observation Window.

There is a smile with just a hint of sadness on his face and, if you listen hard, you may hear him murmuring.

"This is the way the world ends..."

exspdblue.livejournal.com

Sky sits in one of the chairs near the fire. He's nice and comfy, curled up with a cup of coffee. He looks around the bar for a moment and then goes back to his thoughts. His eyes reflect the dancing flames. Feel free to interrupt him.

[OOC: I can and will tag however there will be slowness due to training.]

the_lioness

*After a brief walk down by the lake, Alanna is back at her table, waiting for more applicants. There's a rather large thermos of coffee at hand. The coffee smells like cinnamon butter cookies.

Between interviews, she tries to write her brother a letter and contemplates cutting her hair.

It's all very exciting.*

flybywash

Fly, my monkeys, fly! Do my evil bidding!

-- is what Wash would be saying if knew anything about The Wizard or Oz. Or, in fact, had flying monkeys on hand.

Instead, he has a remote-controlled Hummer, which is turning swift figure-eights around the many table legs in the bar...and, through the miracle of modern technology and a few well-placed modifications, has a small vid recorder mounted on top.

It's almost as good.

exspdblue.livejournal.com

[OOC: Millitimed before the music left the bar...so yes, this is WRI. Feel free to post even if your character doesn't catch...I want to have fun.]

Yes, this is the power ranger that bar patrons may know and love, but there's something strange in the neighborhood. He gets up with a group of random people all with basketballs in their hands. As the beat starts up, the balls begin to move from hand to hand aiding in the creation of a complex rhythm. Add in a dash of lyrics:
Coach said to fake right,
and break left.
Watch out for the pick,
and keep an eye on defense.
Gotta run the give and go,
and give the ball to the hole.
But don't be afraid,
to shoot outside "J"
To anyone sports savvy, it sounds like they're singing about basketball. Fancy moves are taking place throughout the entire singing, and he's nowhere near even done yet.

mnt_mike

He stands behind the Bar for the first time in moths. If he's nervous, it doesn't show. On the left side of the Bar, among the other various shrines and momentos, now sits a 4"x6" picture of one Indiana Jones. Mike gives it a little bow.

"you said to go back to the beginning. so i have. this is where we got the job. so is the beginning."

From over the din of the hustle and bustle of Milliways, a voice clears itself. Anyone who turns to investigate the sound is rewarded with the sight of one Michaelangelo dressed in his finest Margarita-ville ensamble standing atop Milliways famous Bar.

"I am the last barman poet
I see Milliways drinking the fabulous cocktails I make
Milliways getting stinky on something I stir or shake
The sex on the beach
The schnapps made from peach
The velvet hammer
The Alabama slammer.
I make things with juice and froth
The pink squirrel
The 3-toed sloth.
I make drinks so sweat and snazzy
The iced tea
The kamakazi
The orgasm
The death spasm
The Singapore sling
The dingaling.
Milliways you've just been devoted to every flavor I got
But if you want to got loaded
Why don't you just order a shot?
Bar is open."

Tonight's Specials

Shots

Sake Bombs

Other Dangerous Things

withrocksin

Buddy's been lying low, since that little encounter with Susan just before the weekend. You might say the music's not too happy with itself, for letting Imp get that much information through to her.
I should have known it - she tried to find me
But hey, there's still fun to be had here, even if people probably are looking to chase it out now.
I'm in the wrong song... my apologies!
So: musician with rocks in inna bar, over by the piano, with guitar, for all your Plot With Rocks In needs. (This, much to the music's distaste, includes stoppage types trying to find the source.)

exspdblue.livejournal.com

There is some murmuring near the piano, and out comes Sky. He sits down and promptly tests some notes out. With successful tune playing, he tries out a few chords with the other hand. Sunglasses on, then a figure comes out and takes Sky's place at the piano as the Power Ranger steps up to the mic. A throat is cleared and the piano launches into a ballad as Sky sings:
No matter what the time
I`m just alone
Destiny forgotten,
Even though I kept going.
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
In the middle of the night
At first he seems a bit nervous and then he grabs a nearby acoustic guitar and adds to the harmonies surrounding him

[OOC: Yes this is 'With Rocks In' so feel free to catch if you wish...or not...ping me if needed]

withrocksin

Musician inna bar, still over by the piano, still with a guitar.
You got the music in you
Even the mun's not sure whether he's been upstairs or anything, despite yesterday's lack of entrance post.
Sing, sing, while you know you're still living
At any rate, he's still playing.
Care to stop and listen for a while?

(OOC: Have been drafted to help the mother grade exams, so tags will be a bit spotty. Am here, however, for all your plottish needs.)

exspdblue.livejournal.com

Sky was in a booth near the wall and near shadows. He suddenly bolts upward, hands in front of him as if holding guns and just screaming. His chest rises and falls extremely quickly and a sincerely spooked look is on his face.

Current Mood: OMGWTF!!!11!!1

mark-of-samael.livejournal.com

A girl steps from the shadows.

Was she there all along? Who can tell? Would anybody notice a young stranger in a crowded place, anyway?

She stands, indecisive, on the edge of everything: shadow, light; solitude, people.

This place... will it happen again? The cleansing of the world...

[OOP: Plotlocked.]

Current Mood: anxious

not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com

The door swings open, and someone who looks, currently, like an elderly Native American man stumps in and looks around.

He has a stick - he doesn't actually need it to walk, but he finds it useful anyway.

After an inspection of the room, he seems to approve. Then he looks round for the other Tricksters he knows full well are there.

Gray Jay has arrived.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

There's been a lot of newbies, Tony can see, so there might be a lot of business tonight! Or there might not--either or, the tide of business ebbs and flows. Tony takes it all in stride.

As usual, the specials are on the board:

Lady Godiva
The Lady in Red
Lady L
Irish Lady

And there's a Tony behind the bar. What can he get you?