milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sonya blade

It's been months since little Cassie's last encounter with her mother at Milliways. She has, of course, forgotten all about it. Returning will always jog her memory, of course, but Sonya had never told her about the lake out back.

So Cassie is extremely distressed when she emerges from the water to find that her daddy is not waiting on the shore like he is back home. Neither is anybody else. She screams, and screams again as a grey dorsal fin approaches...

Five minutes later, she's laughing and skipping in the water as a friendly dolphin swims and splishes alongside her. Both are quite botherable.

[OOC: Two pups, one mun. Tag one or both.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in a warm corner of the bar, with baby Eddy curled up in her moses basket and Gil doing his homework.

Gil has to draw five things beginning with 'B'.

"That's a W, not a B." Guppy says, pointing to the paper.

"It's not a W, it's a bottom." Gil says.

"You can't draw a bottom on your homework." Guppy says.

"But, but, bottom starts with B." Gil protests.

"No. And what's this cloud?"

"Bottom burp." Gil says. "Which has two bs."

cassiefuckingcage

There's a certain Special Forces operative that hasn't been seen in Milliways in a long while. From her perspective, she still hasn't. But if you've met her, and you have an exceptionally keen eye, you might be able to recognize the face underneath the pointy elf hat. It's just that it belongs to a version of her that's about eighteen years younger than the one you've met.

She's clearly dressed for ~~a week before mun was able to actually get this post up~~ the season, and has an empty glass of cocoa that she's clearly looking to get filled. From the way her face is turning, she clearly wasn't expecting to be here.

"Jacqui? Uncle Jax?"

She looks around, her eyes darting to every corner of the bar. They're not here. None of them are. And this isn't Uncle Jax's house. What is this place?

"...Daddy?"

soldier_blade

Sonya hadn't really meant to enter Milliways-it just happened. The memorial service was lovely (or as lovely as possible for a solemn occasion), but any service in remembrance of the fallen made her think of the men and women who'd served with her and didn't make it. The ceremony required nothing more than for her to attend and pay her respects, and yet by the end, she found herself completely drained.

She could only figure that was why milliways showed when it did, to provide her a temporary respite before going back to the Base. Sure, those in the Base had the day off, but right now, she just needed some time away. Instead of going to the Bar itself, she took a detour to her old room to change into a spare set of BDUs.

Five minutes after her entrance, Sonya took a seat by the fire, actually ordering a tea service along with some toast. Sitting with a cup of tea and listening to her ipod, she tried her best to unwind from the day.

The tea service came with an extra cup, saucer and spoon, if anyone felt like joining her.

ooc: will be busy for the rest of the day, but in honor of Remembrance/ Veterans day, I felt the need to post something up.

soldier_blade

Sonya entered through her door dressed in a miliways dressed in a three piece suit, a wedding ring glinting on a chain around her neck. She looks a little worn out, a world weariness around her eyes, but in a way she's grown used to hiding it. She was also attempting to talk with someone over a phone, but the words cut off soon as she steps in, the call dropped.

Of course, Milliways would show up now. While she could use the time to catch up on work and look over the students papers, she didn't entirely appreciate an important call being cut off. Not that it was really important, and really, she should've expected it soon as she saw the door.

She supposed she could use some time to herself.

Choosing a seat by the fire, Sonya draped her jacket over the back of the chair. showing a dark green blouse, while pulling the electronic netbook out of her bag. This early in the year, she hadn't had time to give the students an especially heavy work load, but she did think a one-two page paper on a short reading assignment wasn't much to ask either.

Reading the first of many files, she frowned, and wondered if maybe it was a mistake to decide taking on 'first year undergrads'. Even after all these years, her patience still had its limits.

"It's a wonder any of these people made it into college." She said, to know one in particular, before giving in and shutting off the netbook. Right now, she needed to make herself relax.

ooc: Professor Sonya Blade at your service. Please offer distractions.

thewidewideworld

Sinric comes in from the door, draped in furs and a smile... and not a lot else. He orders a glass of wine and sips it slowly, savouring the moment.

thewidewideworld

Sinric is stretched out on the couches by the fire, looking rather worse for wear. Tired and worn a bit thin, he has earbuds in, singing softly to himself.

Anyone with a particularly good ear for languages might spot that it's Eric Clapton's Layla, being sung in Ancient Greek.

Company would be most welcome.

mogget_cat

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of a teeming city street, to a cacophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, jazz music from every direction, the myriad smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. He has a sparkly black top-hat perched on his white hair, a plume of green and gold feathers sprouting from the hat-band. Dark face paint sculpts a stark skull from his pale skin, making his bright green eyes seem even brighter and his white teeth even whiter from the contrast. Or perhaps that's just his fiercely joyous mood showing through. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black sequins, sparkling in the light where not hidden by the prestigious amount of Mardi Gras beads looped loosely around his neck.

"Fat Tuesday is upon us again, Milliways!" he calls, grinning toothily from the open doorway. "Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre of New Orleans, and the Bar can certainly provide a fitting change of costume...

(Content Warning for references to sexual harassment in the Hannibal-Sinric thread.)

soldier_blade

When Sonya enters the bar, there's a notable heaviness in her step. She's nod dressed in any sort of military garb, but a black, knee length dress, stockings and pumps, her hair pulled up in a braided knot at the back of her head. Around her shoulders is a dark blue jacket, not entirely going with the rest of her outfit, but the red blazer she usually wore wouldn't have been appropriate.

She comes to a stand still when she realizes where she's standing, but it's been such a long day-maybe it's for the best.

Moving almost like she's sleepwalking, she headed over to the closest table and sat down, reaching back to undo the pins in her hair so the braid hangs down her back. "You have uncanny timing, Ms. Bar."

Her eyes widened when she saw a BLT and coke appear before her, her stomach twisting in response. She hadn't really eaten a meal in several days, and the logical side of her knew she had to eat something, but at the moment, even the thought of food made her stomach want to rebel.

rudderless

Eponine has been around. Busy, ceaselessly so lately, but around.

She has a cocky strut as she emerges from the portrait portal to the House of Arch. Laden with books crammed with bits of yellow and blue note paper tucked up under her chin, holding a large blue platter in her hand and dressed casually - but with her ubiquitous mob cap in place. She looks up and raises an eyebrow at her surroundings.

"Not the plan, but I'll work with it," she declares.

Eponine has become, over the past few months, just the thing she wished to become when she was playfully taunting Marius on the streets of Paris all those months ago - a student. A student delayed, who has graduated from picture books to chap books to young adult novels. According to her tutors she's near around to where a girl her age ought to be, brainwise.

She'll always be a bit too skinny, a bit too unparticular about her food. A bit too haunted. But normal, still, on some level.

Gavroche won't give up on her, of course. Together, they have broadened her knowledge. She knows how many cups are in a pint. She knows the date and place where Marie Antoinette was beheaded. She's added two and two and subtracted the whole.

And, even though it's not a necessary quality in a young girl her age anymore, she's begun to learn how to cook.

Therefore - placing her platter, heaping with brownies that seem to at least be passably edible onto the table - She approaches the notice board with one of the markers from her books and takes up a pen, and soon tacked right in the middle there is the following bit of doggerel:

Answer the girl in the red cap this riddle
and a treat you shall have:

A farmer has twelve cows and four chickens. How many didn't?

A silly riddle - one she'd learned from the first of the chap books that Gav bought her - but one that leaves her proud. It's written in a fine hand, one a lady would be proud of, and spelled out carefully. She sits down at her table with a cup of wine, and waits for a clever curious someone to unburden her. Or even a familiar face.

Progress. It happens slowly, but it happens for us all.

[OOC: I just got back from seeing the latest touring company of Les Mis and guess who got loud. Open forever, catch her at the board or catch her at her table. Also I totally need a link into the crackchat discord so anyone who has one can you dm me?]

cassiefuckingcage

In the midst of all the activities and festivities happening around Milliways, the all-American Cassie Cage has absconded to the Caribbean inlet with many fruity beverages, that she might engage in a quieter but no less American form of summertime activity: seaside lounging (Southern California IS part of America, no matter what conservative pundits would have you believe).

You can find her on the beach or floating in an inflatable lounger in the water, in both cases wearing a red, white, and blue bikini. Botherable.

thewidewideworld

Sinric is outside today, on the far side of the lake, standing on a large boulder.

You may not be able to hear him, unless you're close but he's singing. Loudly, passionately and with great gusto.

If you're open to magic and such things, you may notice there's something more to Sinric's song, something laden with power.

From the clear blue sky, a small storm is gathering, clouds circling around where Sinric's standing.

soldier_blade

A 30 something year old Sonya doesn't so much enter the bar as stagger inside. Her heavy boots are lined with rubber to keep them from making too much noise, and while she got rid of her body armor, she's yet to remove her elbow pads and gloves. She's also yet to remove the black grease paint smirked on her face.

It's been a long mission, so her overall gait is on autopilot, and it takes her a moment to realize that she's actually not inside the women's showers on base-she's not even on base. There's a second longer before she can even recall the why and how.

"Milliways..really?"

How long had it been? Months..a year? The scenery was different than she remembered, but then..this was milliways-unless one of the Junior officers somehow managed to switch an entire Bar where the womans' showers were. She was grateful whatever it was the case.

Fifteen minutes later finds her at one of the tables, her hair brushed and pulled back into a ponytail. She's tried to wash off the black paint from her face, but a close look would show there's still a smudge or two. At the moment though, all that's on her mind is trying to enjoy a plate of bacon and eggs and a cup of coffee.

It's breakfast time somewhere.

thewidewideworld

After a careless fall and a curt rescue in the bathhouse, Sinric is curled up in the couch by the fire, his ankle strapped and resting on a footstool.

He has a book open on his lap, a large pair of headphones over his ears. Rather distracted, he forgets himself and sings along - a classical piece, at least by the standards of most of the bar.

Company is always welcome.

lark_in_flight

What comes through the door first, along with the sight of sleeves and voluminous skirts, is a voice: Cosette is calling back over her shoulder, "Papa, are you ready? Marius and I are quite -- oh!"

Hello, Milliways!

Well, she didn't expect to come here, but she's quite pleased to have done so, after a startled moment. It's been several weeks, on her side of the door. She steps in all the way, and closes the door behind herself. She might as well say hello to her mother and any dear friends and perhaps have a little something while she's here, right?

She's a little more tan and freckled than usual; not a great deal, because hers is an era of bonnets and lace gloves and parasols and so forth, but all the same she's done a certain amount of tossing propriety aside enough to bask in the Italian sunlight on this trip. And she looks even more glowingly healthy, and happy, than usual.

Her skirts rustle, and she glances down in time to spot a small and shaggy grey dog trotting quite unconcernedly forward. With a surprised laugh, Cosette bends to catch her up. "Why, Panza, you naughty thing! Very well, come and get acquainted with the good society here."

soldier_blade

Her door was still there. That gave Sonya some hope that she was able to leave.

Not yet though, there were still sonext time he's here?" me things she had to do. Firstly, she had to give Dixie his afternoon run, then come up with a good cover story as to explain why she had him in the first place. Secondly, there was a note she meant to send out.

"Bar, can I a note pad, pen and some pencils?" The items appear on the table before her, along with a platter of BLT sandwiches cut in half. "Um, not that hungry."

She started writing-
Dear Olivier,

My Door appeared some weeks ago. Before I leave, though, I'd like for one more meeting with you. I don't know when I'll next be able to spend time in Milliways after this, but I'll take advantage before I go.

Your friend,
Sonya Blade.

"Bar, could you give this to Olivier next time he's here?" The note vanished.

Taking half a sandwich, she started writing notes and drawing diagrams. Her talk with Cadfael had given her an idea, but before she could even think of ordering supplies, it needed to be thought out on paper.

Feel free to take half or whole of a sandwich.

guppy_sandhu

It's the first wednesday of the month. Doesn't time fly?

The circle of chairs is today centred around a large chocolate fountain, with warm chocolate pouring deliciously around the edges. Surrounding the fountain are pots of various things to dip in the chocolate or pour it into - sticks for strawberries or marshmallows or pieces of fudge, shot glasses for drinking from, or bananas to drizzle it over.

Just behind the group is a sign:

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL!

NEW? CONFUSED? NEED HELP WITH PROBLEMS HERE OR AT HOME?

WANT FREE CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN?

COME AND JOIN US!

[ooc: Open until the next one. Threadhopping encouraged. All loose tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS crew.]

mnt_mike

*(offer not valid for turkeys)

Did you see that?
Just a little bit of movement in the corner of your eye.
Wait...there it is again!
What is that?
Is...is that a hand print made to look like...a turkey?

You bet your sweet bippy it is!
Because Thanksgiving is Mike's favorite holiday.
Or at very least it's tied for first on his list of favorite holidays.

If one were so inclined, one could investigate the hand turkeys further.
Upon investigation one might just realize that they create a path that leads out of the Bar proper and in the direction of the Caribbean Outlet.

There, in the warm sand, several tables have been set up.
They're decorated for the season, with literal cornucopias and paper turkeys.

(Lake Rule apply. Tag in, tag often.

guppy_sandhu

There is a circle of chairs by the fire, in a very cosy corner.

In the middle of the circle are large pots of hot, delicious soup, in various flavours. To go with it are crusty bread rolls, if you want them, or croutons.

On the wall next to the group is a sign:

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL
FREE SOUP!

ARE YOU NEW? CONFUSED? ANY PROBLEMS YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT HERE OR AT HOME? WANT TO MAKE SOME NEW FRIENDS? COME JOIN US FOR A CHAT.

[ooc: Again apologies from Guppy-mun for being late with this. Threadhopping encouraged. All loose tags at the bottom will be picked up by at least one of the LS team.]

soldier_blade

Sonya knew what day it was. If she was back home, there would've been time set aside for small celebrations; appreciation to those that served with her, to the families of those that no longer served with her. Now, all she had were memories.

She spent the day in the stables, cleaning, riding and letting Dixie get some exercise while getting used to being around other animals. Her dinomount was getting taller and stronger, she needed to keep him used to the smell of other 'prey animals' so he wouldn't get over come with the urge to attack them. She needed the fresh air, the freedom riding allowed her.

She was in need of a shower when she entered Bar, but all thoughts stopped when she saw the Door to her office. She didn't have to go to it to know what it was, she'd seen it so often in her sleep, wished to see it every day..was it only due to the day.

A note appeared on the table, breaking her from her thoughts. She read it, her eyes still on the door. "Alright, give me half an hour, then you can sleep."

Thirty minutes later, she's behind the bar, her mind still on her Door as she wrote down the specials. She wasn't in the mood for anything fancy

Happy Hour

Wine
Gin and tonic
Coffee
Tea

25% off for those with family in an army
30% off to anyone serving in an organized military

With that, she got to writing down a list. Her door was now here, but the date also meant something else. some that suddenly felt more important than a chance to return to her realm.

soldier_blade

She'd stopped by the stables to her morning run, getting Dixie so they can go on their morning run. By now the oshtek lizard was half way to her knee, and Sonya figured he was large enough to run on his own without the need for a lease. Sleep was still not coming easy to her, but she'd managed a few hours that night and without nightmares-she would take what she got.

By the time they were done and heading to the tavern, Sonya had to make a quick stop to her room to shower and change, giving Dixie some water and a piece of beef jerky to keep him happy. With any luck, she'd managed to work up some sort of appetite.

Yet soon as she headed down stairs to the main tavern, any thoughts on food head out the window as her clothing changes from her usual pants and shirt, to a set of clothes that looked way too elaborate even for a Renaissance fair. Not just for the gown, but the weight on her head from the headpiece showed it was serious and not a costume, and the corset was no joke either. Even her hair, rather then its usual braid, she could feel it partially braided and partially hanging loose down to her waist.

"What the hell, Bar.." She felt movement under her skirts and lifted them up enough so Dixie could escape, while a note appeared on the table closest to her; 'Happy Halloween! Don't forget about the bonfire outside! :)

Sonya frowned, having managed to forget about the upcoming holiday. Ever since the Nether realm invasion, she'd hated anything to do with the holiday. The most she ever did was hand out candy, and the few times she was able to make it, she had to will herself to dress up in costume to take Cassie trick or treating when she was younger.

"Come on, Dixie, let's get something to eat." Though she couldn't see how she'd manage anything in this get up.

cassiefuckingcage

[Previously: Cassie loses a bet.]

There's a Cassie at the karaoke machine. Theoretically, she's singing a song from the 90s that you may recognize. In practice, she's not following the tune at all and it's difficult to call what she's doing right now singing. Or any sound that the human mind can withstand and remain sane.

The waitrats scatter. Nearby glasses shudder in protest. Even the evil karaoke machine thinks this is a bit too much suffering to inflict on other people. It's just about possible that Sonya may come to regret taking this bet.

No matter - Cassie is singing her heart out.

"And I said, HEEEEY-EEE-EYYY-EEE-EYYY, EYY EYY, HEEEEEYY-ee-EYYY-ee-EYYY..."

soldier_blade

Sonya's long since accepted that some nights, there was no getting a full nights sleep for her-maybe two hours if she was lucky. The nights she did get to sleep, the nightmares would come and it was almost like her body was wired 'not' to fall asleep too long or risk unearthing the demons. She was always a light sleeper anyway, but over the years it had gotten worse.

That night it was especially bad. The room she had felt too small, too confining and she needed some air.

Dixie was still in his stall within the barn, she'd checked to make sure he was secure, before going off along the path around the lake, a flashlight at her side and a hunting knife strapped to her waist. There was no plan set, no idea how long she planned to walk, she just needed to clear her head. Maybe if she walked long enough, she'd be too tired to care about the nightmares.

By dawn, she was still up, having moved from the lake back to the main Bar, reclining on one of the sofas by the fire, some blue yarn and needles in her lap. She hadn't knitted in years, not since Cassie was a baby, and her fingers occasionally drop or forget a stitch.

She's so tired, but her mind's refusing to let her sleep.

Distractions and sleep aids would be completely welcomed.

ooc: Catch Sonya either in the woods or in Bar. Tags are going to be slow as work's been kicking my ass, but I wanted to put the post up.

guppy_sandhu

The circle of chairs is out. In the middle is a table with a wide selection of food, but most notably a big apple pie, the smell of which is wafting pleasantly across the bar.

Behind the circle, on the wall, is a large sign.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

Do you have worries here or at home?
Thinking of counselling or just looking for an informal chat?
Just want some free food?
Come and join us!

[ooc: Open until the next one, all tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS crew :)]

notapilot

It's that time again. Sam puts up the notice on the board and leaves flyers with Bar (as well as asking her politely to translate for anyone who asks).

Fight Club Outback tonight:
Rules are simple
1-Fight friendly; this is for testing skills not grudges
2-Be honest with skills and abilities
3-Break off the fight if it's getting serious
4-Square areas are for sparing with weapons
5-Circle areas are for sparing hand to hand
6-Any area (square or circle) that also has a triangle is for teaching

There are enchanted/high tech weapons available for use that will heal when they strike. (Weird, yes, but I've tested them so I know it's true.)
Security and Infirmary staff are present, but please try not to need us. This is for fun and not grudges.

[OOC: See this backroom post for OOC rules. Feel free to contact me via DM if you have questions or concerns.]