milliways_bar | Entries tagged with smudge

Voodoo really hasn't been feeling like himself lately.

There's the fever and runny nose, of course - that's to be expected if you're not smart about boarding in wintertime. (He was pretty sure he had enough layers on this time, but even so.)

Every so often, though, he'll catch himself thinking things in ancient Greek - which he's pretty sure he doesn't know, and which he's pretty sure should not come along with a cold. He's ignored it, for now, and brushed off the spike in more aggressive impulses as cabin fever.

So he's sitting on his barstool, nursing a cold one, when all of a sudden he gets up, turns, bellows-

"THIS! IS! SPARTAAAA!"

-and punts someone off their stool.

Was it your pup?

balancingminds

Charles is tired, everything with Javert and Guppy took a great deal out of him and he doesn't feel rested yet. Though he also knows that he's not actually sick and staying in bed doesn't suit him so he comes downstairs to get some dinner and sits by the fire with a book.

He's rereading The Once and Future King as it always reminds him that different people can come together no matter how difficult the process is. His head stills hurts but as he's listening, he trying to see if there's any sense of the man who took Javert.

(OOC: Charles is listening passively but tired so his focus is slightly less. Please include your character's throughts in narration or a reason why he wouldn't hear them. Thank you.)

ellectrical

Elle had gone outside to practice strength.

Now, sitting at the bar, she's working on finesse. She's set an opened sugar bowl on to the bar top a few inches to her left, along with a small steel spoon. When she moves her hand, the spoon clatters slightly on the bar's wooden surface, and occasionally rises into the air, but then quickly falls back into place.

Learning to do this kind of thing had been difficult for her the last time around, too. (She knows that even better now.)

But at least here, she can have a chocolate milkshake to help temper her impatience.

[ooc: Open 'til whenever.]

fairy_fixit

This time around, it is the knob on on the back door knob that is jiggling.

From the other side of the door - "Hey, can someone open the door for me? I can't turn this knob."

HALP

bisexualfury

Smudge is crouched down near the floor, knocking on Bar and listening intently.

He wants to find out how this thing works.

ellectrical

Not too long after this, Elle and X wander back into the bar. Elle's left shoulder has finally been cleaned and bandaged, and she's making a very diligent effort of not picking at it. Her eyes stay ahead as they make their way through the room, until she nudges X in the direction of a booth. X takes a seat first, and Elle slips in next to her, dropping the folder she'd still been carrying onto the table in front of them.

After a couple minutes of quiet conversation between them, Elle flags down a passing waitrat.

And not too long after this, she's lifting a tray from the rat onto the table.

Tomato soup and milk for X, grilled cheese and a chocolate milkshake for Elle.

Decapitation, explosions, and emotional fallout will make any girl hungry.

[ooc: This is an open, two-mun EP that is... milliwavily several days late! And as a warning, they may together be kind of the worst at being socially interactive at this moment. But if that sounds entertaining to you, feel free to tag!]

bisexualfury

Smudge is seated at a table holding a small tub of weird orange goo. He's poking experimentally at it with his free hand, for reasons nobody can discern.

Suddenly, he looks up. "What do brains taste like?" he asks. No reason, it just seemed like an important question.

damncompass

Joshua's writing. He has a laptop computer in front of him, and headphones on his ears. It possibly says something that he hasn't really realized that Milliways Weird has a hold of him. Unlike his usual messily short hair, he has long dark hair tied back in a ponytail.

Someone might want to let him know that the strangeness has got him.

bisexualfury

Smudge checked to see that the coast was clear of his overdue-rent-seeking-landlord, then ran down the corridor and into his tiny apartment. He nimbly stumbled over the various bits of interesting junk stacked around the place, past the shelf of sadly-nonsentient goo he had been patiently nurturing, and-

In the wall was a door that he was pretty sure had not been there before. Smudge blinked.

Well, maybe the bathroom door got tired of its location and decided to move; but no, that door was still there in position behind the couch. His curiosity piqued, Smudge trudged over to the door (a small, many-legged thing jolted out of its afternoon nap and scuttled hurriedly out of the way), pulled it open and peeked in.

It looked like some kind of bar. Smudge stared. He stepped in fully and shut the door, not noticing when it promptly vanished.

"Hey," he demanded of no one in particular. "Where did you guys come from?"

If this bar had always been part of his apartment, it would at least explain the rent.

[ooc: Mun is flying off to New York tonight and won't be able to tag for a day or so. :D]

hellsingsdog.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Alucard has shown himself, not even could tell you where he's been most of the time. But now he sits in front of the fire drinking a glass of blood and watching the flames.

He isn't a nice guy but he is certainly botherable...one might even say bored.

[OOC: This post is live until it scrolls, or until Saturday morning, which ever comes first.]

flail_victoria

There is a a Seras sitting at a table covered in perfectly square pieces of paper. She has a book of Origami, and a few failed stages of it littered about her.

"Ha!" she said to the paper as she managed to get a complicated fold down. When she was done she had finally gotten a good looking crane.

Complicated is a matter of opinion. Feel free to bug her.

ikissdhimbck

Kate comes inside from checking on the stock one last time. There's been some... interesting activity outside over the last few months, not limited to the birth of a two-headed cow (who is, in the very strangest way, cute as a button), but all-in-all things continue as 'normal'.

Though tonight, the cowgirl looks anything but normal.

She's wearing the bloody clothes she came in wearing the last time she saw home. Miss Bar has helped her manufacture the blouse so that the scissor cuts Guppy made are no longer there. Just the singed tear where the bullet cut, and the blood. Plenty of that.

She's going home tonight. She's put it off long enough, and now she just can't put it off anymore. She'll have herself a drink (or two), settle that old Colt Thunderer at the small of her back, and walk back out to Kenedy.

Hopefully not for the last time.

[ooc: Last chance to catch Kate before she goes out for a little adventuring. :) Open forever, and pings are welcome.]

themidnightson

Edward is sitting close to, but not directly in front of, the Observation Window. Sketching the universe exploding, or imploding, whichever it really is.

ikissdhimbck

[following this...]

Somewhere nearby there is a horrible crash!

Oof!

THWAP

crunch

Aiiieeee!

A fight has broken out and it's quickly spreading, sucking up more and more people as it goes along. Someone goes tumbling headfirst over a table.

Was it yours?

[ooc: BAR FIGHT! Mod approved and open forever. Bring out your scrappers and pugilists, or stick your lovers under the nearest table! Any and every one welcome! Open forever! Go here for more details. :D]

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