milliways_bar | Entries tagged with skysong

[oom: Reap what you sow. No warnings]

In a quiet corner near the trilobite tank, Guppy is catching up with a little bit of light reading. (Brooklyn is the sort of baby who feeds every two hours, so he's making the most of abusing the space time continuum).

He has his clinic sign up, just in case.

Free Walk-In Clinic
The doctor is in

tesla_bot

[OOM: "Taking so long to."

"gency power, get Phil"

"ably won't meltdown, but I."
--Atomic Robo and the Ghost of Station X]

Robo comes in wearing a hospital gown and gleaming. Being not quite three quarters new parts will do that.

"Oh this is just what I wanted to add to my afternoon."

amoneything.livejournal.com

Sally's never been a big believer in holidays.

To her, they're just a good excuse to stay in, enjoy a drink or two (and perhaps the benefit of added company) - for starters. While she loves a party as much as the next girl, there's something about the intimacy of a smaller gathering that appeals to her, draws her in.

(Though, really, any excuse to have a drink is a good one.)

Milliways seems to have taken care of the first two for her on Thanksgiving's eve as she sits by the fire, draped in white silk and jewelry.

The third, however, is still pending.

raptorcanaria

The calendars in Dinah's world and Milliways have once again become roughly aligned - but that doesn't mean she's particularly aware that Hallowe'en is on its way, because this time, she's not exposed to the massive marketing that hits the streets in Gotham. In Japan, they have the festival of friendly ghosts, which she's looking forward to participating in, but she hasn't put any thought into costume.

Cue surprise, therefore, when she enters Milliways and feels her clothing change - and for change, read 'mostly disappears'. Not that this is usually a problem for Dinah.

The 'problem' that grabs her attention at this point is the shuriken that's appeared in her hand. That won't come off when she shakes it.

"Oh come on," she tells anything that might be listening that has dictated this outfit, "I don't even use weaponry."

She hasn't even noticed her hair yet.

the_cupbearer

Fall in Scotland isn't something Ganymede has really ever experienced firsthand, outside the Bar, and so when he comes back in his nose is pink from the wind, and his hands are cold, since the only shirt he'd worn is a light woven sweater.

He's currently playing with the ring in his ear while he drinks--and if anyone's been watching him for a while, the sweet and warm wine in the glass seems to have no effect on him as far as inebriation; either that or his demeanor just doesn't change much when he is drunk. Though he does seem to find the wineglass humming when he strokes a fingertip around the rim amusing.

He's still, in relative terms, getting used to drinking from a glass instead of a silver cup.

[ooc: car keys bait for Sally Jupiter, but open for ages to anyone!]

amoneything.livejournal.com

Enter a young Sally Jupiter. She's not in costume today - really, the city's been pretty quiet, and any stirrings that do happen seem to be abruptly silenced by whoever gets to it first. Lately, that's been Eddie - or Hollis, even. She's almost tempted to wonder if they're competing, but that begs the question of what they're competing for, and she's not so sure she wants to know the answer.

Instead of her trademark outfit, she's choosing to lounge about in a long, white, floor-length dressing gown, a sheer white robe, and a pair of impressive silver heels.

Crimefighting (if that's really what you want to call it, and even she tends to turn up her nose at the phrase) really does pay.

seethefunnyside.livejournal.com

At the door, leaning on the frame, stands a man (he may be a teenager, but what he's seen, what he's done - he no longer fits the definition of boy) in a yellow boiler suit. Spirals of smoke rise from the cigar clamped in a too-friendly smile, the dark mask framing his eyes well-matching his slicked black hair and mustache.

One ankle is crossed over the other, and something about him strongly suggests that he just doesn't care. He watches his surroundings as if he's been here before (he hasn't), eventually straightening up from his post by the door to swagger across the floor and to the bar.

Briefly, his belt buckle, a smiling, grinning mask, glints in the bar light, three harlequin diamonds on his suit folding as he sits down at a stool. Raising up a hand to his mouth, he draws it away with the cigar, blowing a ring of smoke into the air.

He is undeniably handsome, features strong and defined, body muscular and strong, but still not completely filled out. Leaning an elbow on the bar, he addresses his question to the bar at large as opposed to the space behind the bar.

"What's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?"

[ tiny tag: edward morgan blake, sally jupiter, camille montes
ooc: please see this back room post before tagging. ]

amoneything.livejournal.com

Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong
But he doesn't care, he'll string along
He loves me so, that funny honey of mine

Sounds like someone's found the evil karaoke machine.

And of course, for imagery's sake, she's still got her costume donned as she slinks around.

(Thankfully, her singing voice isn't half-bad.)

Sometimes I'm down, sometimes I'm up
But he follows 'round like some droopy-eyed pup
He loves me so, that funny honey of mine!

[tiny tag: sally jupiter, edward morgan blake]

thedivineright.livejournal.com

In some worlds the people are celebrating their free elections. They might be happy their candidate won, or soothing the wounds that come with losing.

The Fire Nation princess is planning for something a little bit different than free elections, if the tactical maps spread out across the tables is any guess. She's regarding them critically, looking for... something.

victoryisboring.livejournal.com

Mai pauses as she opens the door to find Milliways.

This place again.

Well, she's here. And the tea is good. She might as well stick around.

Which means that a few minutes later she's sitting at a table out of the way with a teapot and a single glass. She is neither expecting nor inviting company.

(But don't let that stop you!)

ostro_goth

"... and my deep gratitude!" Teja nods good-bye through the door, then steps fully into the bar, and closes the door.

This morning, when he woke, he felt the need to go back. He did not feel himself fade yet -- but he had no wish to wait for it, or to worry when it would start. It made him realise that he did wish to continue existing. Cats, forge, friends, lovers -- it made the afterlife worth the while.

So now, he is back -- a satchel slung over his shoulder, and a straw hat in his hand.

The first thing he does is take down the notice he had put up when he had gone; and then, he goes out to greet the cats, sitting on a rock by the lake, his arms full of purring fur.

[[tinytag: xaldin, billy kaplan]]

princeinexile

Trading off with Teja has been interesting -- especially with Teja's forge cats. Zuko is a dog sort of guy (no pun intended; he was once a wolf man, too) so he's not really fond of those things. They're okay, they're just not his ideal companion. But they might grow on them, if they came anywhere near him.

So today, they're in the forge and he's out of it -- recently out of it, if the grime and the sweat was any indication. He's getting lunch to take back, eat, and go back to work -- something nice and filling and ready to fuel young muscles with working energy.

[Feel free to catch him in or out of forge!]

thedivineright.livejournal.com

The door does not blow off it's hinges.

That would be, in a word, gauche.

There is the faint waft of smoke up from the bottom of it however, before it swings open and a young woman (barely more than a girl but still dressed neck to toe in armor fit for war) steps through. Her sharp aristocratic features might bear a familial resemblance to someone you know.

"Zu-" she stops, stock still for a moment as she assesses her surroundings. Sufficed to say, this is not the room she was intending to walk into.

A moment later the calculating expression is gone, though, to one of pleasant ease.

"Zuzu?" She calls, sweetly, letting the door close behind her as she begins her wandering of this unfamiliar territory.

[OOC Note: Azula is under new management and being restarted, set shortly before The Avatar and the Firelord. ... Also I'm totally at work right now, so slowtimes plz. >_>]

princeinexile

[OOM: He questions her motives; she questions his ability to decieve her. Just another night for Zuko and Azula.]

watchmakers_son

When Sylar opens the door, his attention immediately snaps to the bar to the exclusion of all else. It takes a minute to work his way through the night's crowd; once he's reached the bar, he frowns slightly and rests two light fingers on its surface, like a medic feeling for a pulse.

It's only after another minute's study that he glances away to notice the sign.

Well. That would explain it, wouldn't it.

(As much as it can be called an explanation.)

Sparing one last look at the bar, he collars a waitrat and requests a glass of water before heading toward his usual seat near the Observation Window.

favoured-azula.livejournal.com

Azula may be a princess...but she's the Fire Nation princess...if she wears pink, it's very minimal.

She's not Ty Lee, thank you very much.

So when she walks into the bar and she's suddenly wearing an outfit that is almost entirely pink, she freaks out a little.

Look at her flail!

[ooc: mun here till 2.45pm, then back around 6ish or so. ta!]

killitwithfire

One gloved hand rests on the window, as Axel looks out, gazing impassively at The End.

It's rather unusual for him to be doing it, but it's raining outside, and that's spoiled his plans for the evening. So instead of sulking by the fire, he's staring out into the violent, explosive vacuum.

He wonders if it's cold out there, or hot.

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

Pickles has spent a couple days in the kitchen of Mordhaus, cooking. Why? Because he felt like it.

And what has he baked up?

A BIG OL HEAPIN' HELPIN' of his world-famous, first class "special" brownies.

And with the help of a few roadies, he brings in the plates full of them, sets them on a table, with a sign,

"Take one."

And walks back out, roadies following behind him.

princeinexile

"Annie, we're--"

Not in Yorkshire anymore.

Zuko, in jeans and a t-shirt, and a similiarly dressed Azula stand in the doorway. Zuko shrugs, and lets his sister past before he lets the door fall shut behind him. Well, okay. They're back from their jaunt now.

"Guess the field trip is over," he says, and slides a hand through his hair, pushing it's increasingly long strands out of his face.

[Two pups, two muns, might want to hop into chat to coordinate. Specify who you tag, or you get both of us.]

princeinexile

[OOM: Zuko takes Azula into Harrogate. They watch the wrong movie, and experience a little of another world. Nobody dies, surprisingly enough.

Militimed to July 30th! @.@]

princeinexile

[OOM: Zuko and Azula cause Annie a bit of small grief in Yorkshire as Zuko gets petty revenge against his sister.; Sadly, Zuko fails at holding his grudges and eventually calms down after some light humiliation.

Millitimed to Sunday.]

victoryisboring.livejournal.com

Mai's still wary around the bar. She doesn't like the place; not that she dislikes it really. Which makes it a step up from Omashu at least, but leaves it on the same level as just about everywhere else.

They don't even allow fighting here.

That's why, when she opens the door to find Milliways, she sighs. Still, it's not like it's worse than where she was, so she walks in and sits down. She doesn't smile, but her bored expression softens slightly when a cup of steaming tea appears on Bar's surface. She nods in thanks.

princeinexile

He's trying. Really, he is -- he's just flipped the flame to OUT over his name, and headed back to the bar for a meal.

What is he trying?

Well, that'd be telling. But there he is, eating his meal with excellent table manners.

princeinexile

[OOM: Everybody has their own ways of coping when someone's broken their heart. Zuko's involves heavy exertion and exhausting himself.]

He came back this morning; a flash of magic and he was here with a duffel bag and some crates, which were hauled upstairs, where he vanished for a good part of the day.

Now he's back: Marching down the stairs with crates filled with stuff. It's marched right out the door out behind the bar. One, two, three crates are marched out a good ways from the bar, to a nice clear spot somewhere between the inlet that leads to the ocean and the shooting range. Good and flat here.

You see, when someone is practically living with you, they tend to leave a lot of stuff behind. Stephanie's things fill those small crates. So, is this the Milliways version of leaving your ex's stuff on the lawn? Yeah, maybe a little. But he's not done yet. After all, there's still that duffel bag...

...and nobody does 'I've been hurt and now I'm upset' like Prince Zuko.

From the duffel bag comes two tin containers with spouts -- igniter fluid. The crates are doused (even if it's not really NEEDED) and a swift motion later, they're on fire.

He folds his arms and watches them burn. After all -- in the Fire Nation, this is what they do with trash. Zuko ought to know -- he's been treated like garbage before. He's gotten used to it. But that doesn't mean that he's not the son of Ozai, brother to Azula.

Prince Zuko can be vengeful, when pressed.

favoured-azula.livejournal.com

The door is back.

She notices it instantly when she walks downstairs. Her eyes flash and she runs upstairs to get whatever she's left.

Azula considers the bar for a moment, pondering if anyone is worth leaving a note to. Mai can leave as she pleases...and Zuko. No, she'd not leave a note for him.

She takes another quick look around and then strides proudly and quickly through the door.

It feels right as she steps through. Finally, it feels right.