milliways_bar | Entries tagged with spoon

[Out of Milliways: Ellen went back to Vault 92 a while ago and tried to find her way home. She found Old Olney instead.

It was not a good place.]

The door opens, and Ellen clinks in, wearing a complicated grey suit of armor painted on the shoulders with the markings of the old United States Army. "Oh, thank God," she says at the sight of the Bar. "I didn't think we were going to make it for a while there."

"You're a soldier, not a civvy! Suck it up!" growls a synthesized man's voice, apparently from the armor itself.

"Oh, be quiet, you," Ellen grumbles.

[tiny tag of tracking Timmy: Sativa of Arroyo]

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Jackson Harley aka Mr. Saturday has arrived in Milliways. Annabelle isn't keen on anyone she knows being unprepared, so a veritable slew of notes is being left with the Bar.

( Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Chell Johnson, Adrian Shephard, Barney Calhoun, Amanda, Artemus Gordon, Benjamin J. Grimm, Cal Chandler, Catherine Bloom, Demeter, Demyx, Diego, Dr. John Vatic, Ellen, Bob Matrix, Dot Matrix, Enzo Matrix, Jerry Lukacs, Josiah Scurlock, Kate Bishop, Mia Ausa, Moist, Mr. Jacquel, Obi Wan Kenobi, Pam Beesley, Penny, Philip Marlowe, Ray Stantz, Sir Nicholas Fury, Spoon, Teddy Altman, Tyler Marlocke, Valeria von Doom, X-23, Richard Ryan, Petra, Yunno Scrya and the Milliways Security team will have the following note waiting for them at the Bar. )

( Michael Donighal and Jennifer Landers get a different note. )

Duty discharged, Annabelle begins contemplating more pleasant matters. Annabelle knows that she's not very good with words, so she's been considering something physical that she can give Tanya in thanks for, well, everything. Annabelle herself isn't quite...antique enough to have grown up with the Victorian Language of Flowers, but she's familiar with the idea thanks to Jack Tallon. After quite a bit of flipping through various books and some conversation with Bar, Annabelle has made her decision about her gift for Tanya.

( Tanya Adams will have the following appear the next time she meets Bar. )

(OOC: The flower meanings are taken from here or here.

This post is also an EP that is open until it scrolls off the page

Tinytag!: Artemus Gordon, Catherine Bloom, Sir Nicholas Fury, Diego, Teddy Altman, Penny (Penance), Jennifer Landers, Philip Marlowe, Mr. Jacquel, Jerry Lukacs, Dr. John Vatic, Tanya Adams

stilljustandrew

Out of Milliways:

this time, don't assume anything

(you sussed it out, didn't you?)

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Somewhere out by the lake there is a man in a brown suit with a hat on his head and his braided, beaded hair pulled back in a pony-tail. He's got a cool, pale green gaze with a wealth of emotions in it and the suit accents a body which hasn't known an iota of desk-work in years.

(Grading Penny's homework and helping with Cora's does not count. That's just being a good da', it is.)

He's calm. He's quiet. He's still. He's bait for Cheetah.

But that doesn't mean he won't talk to or tango with anyone else who wants a spin.

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(OOC: Eat!)

Some people keep busy in different ways around here. There are those who lounge around the bar all the time, others that have to go back for various things, and what-have-you. There are others, though, that get this funny idea in their head that they should go into business for themselves. And that would explain the bold-print sign pinned up in the bar now.

Having trouble with your latest invention?
Unsure of what side-effects your new formula might have?

Act now, and call the
Experimental Equipment Technician.

Your equipment will be put to the test so YOU don't have to!
Look for the man in the Ghostbusters uniform!

There was a caucasian male in the in the bar wearing a Ghostbusters jumpsuit. He was not any of the classic four Ghostbusters, but somebody else. Clearly a Ghostbuster, though, as he had his equipment with him, which was currently the most advanced stuff that he had. Call it a portfolio of achievements. These things had all been upgraded and untested until he came along, and it was half-expected that he might explode. After that, the Rookie here figured he had enough experience to delve into the hat again and see what comes of it...here in milliways. He was seated at a table now, uhhh...playing Tetris on a Gameboy.

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Flannel shirt, jeans, bloody knives, and a grumpy expression.

Whatever it was, it was both unexpected and annoying.

Spoon is just going to get a cup of tea and sit for a while, thanks.

fairytaleknight

[Millitimed: Between Princess Tutu episodes 7 and 8, after the canon OOMs that will be posted this evening.]

Fakir doesn't tell stories. But if he did, this is the story he would tell as he stepped through the Milliways door, his practice sword and scabbard hanging at his left hip:

Once upon a time, there was a Prince who loved everyone in the world. In order to protect his people, the Prince fought a wicked Raven. When his strength was not sufficient to kill the Raven, the Prince shattered his own heart, and with the shards of his heart he formed a cage in which to seal the Raven. But when a Princess came, and began to return the shards of the Prince's heart one by one, then the cage began to weaken...

If Fakir were telling himself that story (which of course he is not, because Fakir doesn't tell stories), he would think: It's time to end the story here, before the cage breaks. He's come to Milliways hoping for a sword lesson, so that he can end the story with his sword, but perhaps there are other things he can learn tonight. Come and talk to him.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Look! It's a Spoon! He's very ... Spooney. Yes. And very, er. Well he's. Either doing extreme yoga, or there was a conversation involving the words bet you can't and some kind of obscure masochistic twisting ritual.

Come on, it's Spoon. Either is possible.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is outside, running. With puppies. He's losing dogs as he keeps going and they are proving that he's...not always the smart one.

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On The Matter Of Giant Fire-Breathing Ants:

After encountering a small boy among the smouldering ruins of his home settlement, Ellen came to Milliways looking for information and help. She didn't get much information, but she got plenty of help, and she, Tanya Adams, Spoon, Valeria Von Doom, Hellboy, and Yuuno Scrya headed out to investigate.

They found Grayditch, where the ants breathe fire, the nuclear-powered cars explode, and you are best advised not to get separated from your family if you ever want to see them again.

Upon confirming that the ants were coming from the local metro station tunnels and that Bryan's father was dead, our heroes set off to find the source of the giant fire breathing ants. They found a scientist, and a lot more questions...

And ultimately, all of them but one found their way back to Milliways.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Hellboy, Yuuno Scrya, Tanya Adams, Valeria Von Doom, Spoon. Thank you all so much for participating!]

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Out of Milliways: Bryan Wilks.

The door opens on a wrecked and tumbledown scene, but it often does where Ellen is concerned. It's just a different set of wreckage behind her this time. When the door closes she heads over to the Bar to get a Nuka-Cola and something to eat; before the food can appear she remembers something and heads upstairs to the Bar library.

She comes downstairs with a copy of E. O. Wilson's The Ants, and only then claims her food. Anyone who wants to talk to her is free to do so, because there isn't a dang thing in the whole dang book that even comes close to what she's trying to look for.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Dr. John Vattic, Yuuno Scrya, Tanya Adams. Not plotlocked by any means, but only the people who originally signed up are going to be taken to Grayditch for the ant fight.]

fairytaleknight

Having encountered both a demon bunny and a raven during his stay so far, Fakir has determined that he really, really doesn't like Milliways.

Unfortunately, the door has not yet returned.

Fakir has to sleep somewhere, anyway. The bar itself is ridiculously loud, and he has no money for a room. In the end, he rolls his uniform jacket into a makeshift pillow and curls up in a corner of the greenhouse.

This of course means that he awakens at dawn with mud all over his white trousers and button-down shirt.

***

Several hours later, Fakir is back in the bar, eating chicken stew with spätzle (thanks to the tab system). He's approximately as grumpy, and as dirty, as Oscar the Grouch on a bad day. Be warned.

[Tag either in the greenhouse or in the bar; just let me know which.

Edit: I'm off for the night. Will answer tags tomorrow.]

clean-sober.livejournal.com

It's been a long few weeks.

One job had a hopeful result -- sixteen year old that might make it to her high school graduation if she does well with getting treatment for her eating disorder.

Another job ended in a suicide. At least the man's kids didn't have to come home to see that.

I had lunch earlier with Melissa, but now I'm back in Milliways, watching the end of the universe again.

It doesn't hold any answers.

[tiny!tag: William Banks]

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Ellen has been fixing leaky pipes around Megaton for most of today. The work pays well and keeps her out of trouble, and gives her a chance to acclimate a little further to being under the open sky. Even though she's surrounded by walls and buildings, there's still no roof overhead. And anyway, it reminds her of home; she wouldn't have objected if the GOAT had said she was going to officially follow in Stanley's footsteps.

At the end of the day, though, Confessor Cromwell was back in front of the bomb, praying so loudly she could hear him from almost three-quarters of the way up the crater. Gob had been very apologetic about the fact that they didn't serve food when she'd stepped into Moriarty's, so much so that she felt obligated to buy a bottle or two of alcohol off him. (She'd probably use it for antiseptic. No need to tell him that.) And Wadsworth was an excellent cook, but...

Well, company that didn't hover at the other end of the room waiting for an assessment of its cooking skills would be nice. So she, and her backpack, and her armored Vault suit and all, are in Milliways tonight. She can get dinner now and talk to Moira about further Guide work in the morning. Who knows? Maybe it'll point her in her father's direction.

[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Tanya Adams]

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A tall man with dark hair steps into the bar. He's wearing a dark suit, shirt open at the collar, with a cravat tied neatly around his neck.

He looks around the room, steps back out, and comes in again.

His face breaks into a smile that's more feral than friendly.

"Well, this is new."

Welcome to Milliways, Nikola Tesla.

tiny-and-eccentric!tag: Nikola Tesla

latino_menace

It's pretty damn early by Milliways standards but ~~the mun is on a day-long homework kick~~ Ramon can't sleep any longer and coffee was beckoning. He's surprised to find that the weather is pretty damn glorious outside - cold, but perfectly clear - so he heads outside for a walk and a smoke, enjoying the weather.

[OOC: I'll be here for the next ~~thirteen~~ seven hours or so, so tag any time. ~~Will be a brief period of slowtime at around 17:00 GMT~~ Here all evening and into the night, have at. Save me from endless homework please!

All threads millitimed to take place before Ruin's.]

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Swish, click, THUMP, CRASH, rattle. Repeat. And repeat, and repeat, as the half-naked werewolf with dual swords attacks the hell out of a pell. Every repeat is faster, and he's dancing as much as anything else, bending his body and working. A fine sweat coats him from hairline to trousers, and he's got no intention of slowing down any time soon.

He will, however, stop if anyone pauses long enough to speak.

((Ellen Park (Vault 101 Dweller), Teddy Altman))

srspirate

"Oh Grand Lady of the Mahogany Persuasion! I will take your finest port, and your finest wenches this eve. Start off with the port, and just keep the maids coming!"

A note appears instead.

"'Social Experiment'? Nay, Lady, I think you mean bar tending. But I--"

'ZzzzzZZzzzz...'

Porthos blinks at the Bar. "She's sleeping," he mutters, blinking a time or two. "The Bar is sleeping."

This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Specials!

Wine.

Pause.

(Half-price if the tender approves of the year and vintage.)

Satisfied, Porthos dusts his hands of chalk and settles on a stool behind the bar. (He did have his feet on said Bar, but apparently the Lady can roll over in her sleep, because he quickly ended on his ass for it.)

"Happy Hour is open, scalawags!"

[tiny!tag: Porthos]

Current Mood: chipper

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Sometimes working in New York could be a real peach. The city was full of nuts after all which made things rather...interesting. Maybe it was the main reason that Don loved his job. Helping people was a very gratifying feeling at the end of the day. And boy had it been a long day.

The front door opened to the bar once leaving the suited man fumbling with his mail, Chinese takeout, laptop case, and keys. Needless to say the door swung back shut on him muffling the 'For cryin' out loud!' that managed to come the wood along with the fumbling of keys. When the door opened a second time the Detective didn't even look up as he stepped inside what he believed to be his apartment in the city. "..remember t' get with the super about that door," he muttered to himself as he pushed it closed with a shoed foot.

Don turned once and stared at the bar soon followed by the resounding thump as his dinner was dropped to the floor. His mail soon followed suit with a shifting of papers.

Welcome to Milliways, Don.

[tiny CSI:MW tag: Don Flack]

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At a table with good light is a ~~gentle~~man with shoulder-length braided, beaded hair possessed of pale eyes, a comfortable green shirt rolled back to his elbows which exposes scars from left wrist to left elbow (actually a nearly solid expanse of scar), and a collection of very sharp items which he is polishing one at a time. They range from things that would look perfectly ordinary in the armies of Troy to things that look rather like they were torn off of a spaceship.

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Billy's drumming his fingers on the bar, humming a little tune, and looking disturbingly blissed-out. At least things are better on one front, and judging from the tiny shield he's flipping in one hand other things might be better, too.

At the moment he's taking a break from re-bagging a stack of classic comic books, and flipping through one instead. The expression on his face, and the care his hands are taking, make it seem less like so many pieces of paper stapled together and more like the Holy Grail.

Comic Books: SRS business.

[Open forever. Mighty Marvel Tags: Billy Kaplan]

bluespells.livejournal.com

Billy has managed to stop fussing with the corner of the bar he set up for later (whee Millitime) long enough to drop off their joint gifts.

( For Tommy )

( For Xaldin )

( For Xigbar )

( For Larxene )

( For Demyx )

( For Bart )

( For Jenny )

( For Dinah )

( For Kate )

( For Will )

( For Arnold )

( For Teja )

( For Esfir )

( For Spoon )

( For Charlie )

hecu_marine

When Chell is ready, Adrian's going to try the door back out of Milliways again. Right now, though, he's content to train as hard as he can. General Rogers (Steve, Rojhaz, Captain America- whatever other names he might have don't matter when there's a rank like that to fall back to, retired or no) was right. If Shephard is the last Marine alive then he's got a duty to continue the tradition, and he's not going to be able to do that if he can't prove he's a worthy heir to the Corps' traditions to everyone around him.

He can still feel Tim Hutchence's forearm across his throat, if he thinks about it. That's not going to happen again.

Right now, all that any of this means is that he's outside on a training run, this time through the woods along whatever trails he can find. It's no Pittsburgh city sewers, but it's the most complicated ground he's got access to, and he'll eventually come to the end of it and see if he can't find that punching bag he saw earlier. He's got a lot of work to do before they go back.

[tinytag: Adrian Shephard]

stilljustandrew

Out of Milliways:

Over the past month, there's been correspondence.

Today, the holiday weekend is over, and there's work to do.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

Spoon is outside with a determined look on his face and a sword in his hand. He's set up his own poll, away from Ryan's, and is attacking it with the kind of determination that one would expect from an ex-prisoner of a government who had to let a teenager go back to a similar experience.

One would suggest making a lot of noise, and approaching from upwind, rather than startling him.