milliways_bar | Entries tagged with stephanie brown

[OOM: After seeing Nightwing bartending, Dinah catches him up with what's been going on since he died.]

She has what she'd refer to as an emotional hangover this morning, and she's not a fan. Dinah went to bed miserable, and she's woken up angry.

You might find her at a table with a good view of the bar, a cup of coffee cupped between her hands, a sausage-and-egg burrito being currently ignored while it cools down enough to eat.

She's watching the bar patrons, trying not to resent them for being either alive, or at the very least not murdered by an old friend.

She'll feel better after coffee.

alwaysroomforhope

There was a conversation, upstairs. It began with "DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK," endured a brief detour into the usual so-I-guess-you-know-my-real-name-then territory, and wound up with Steph practically towing Nightwing behind the bar.

Friday night bartending gets busy. She needs extra hands. Nothing at all to do with preventing people from holing up in colossal Bat-Sulks. Nope, not here.

(Nightwing seems mostly tolerant of this, so far, so she thinks it's gonna work out fine.)

Blue Vodka Martini
Red Berry Mojito
Purple Rain

Steph leans back and considers her artwork for a moment, then, carefully, leans up to make an edit.

Eggplant ~~Purple~~ Rain

"That's better."

Getcha colour-coded drinks from superheros here!

daringyoungman

Those people familiar with the number of Dicks that visit the bar on semi-regular instances, won't have met the young man that appears - not through the door, but materialising on the floor next to it.

For a second, it looks like someone's thrown in a corpse, in skin tight black and blue body armour, lying on its back with the head at a unflattering angle. But then it snaps into place and the body lying on the floor leaps to his feet in a smooth movement that manages to look at the same time effortless and showy.

Behind the black domino mask, Nightwing looks around the bar, his forehead creasing with confusion.

"Uh...?"

Someone fill him in?

alwaysroomforhope

"That looks like a glitter bomb went off in a blender," Steph says, peering at Molly's milkshake. "...I want one!"

"So ask for one," Molly retorts, grinning. "I don't think Bar, like, plays favourites with them... Well, not much.

Do you wanna get one too?" she adds, glancing at the kid in the oversized Red Army threads.

Natasha, only very recently converted to the idea of milkshakes in general, just eyes them. But she does order a very plain chocolate one.

street_sparrow

Gavroche is taking advantage of the blue skies and sunshine today. You don't get much of that sort of thing when you live in a secret magical city that's mostly underneath London.

srspirate

What is this?

A lively tune?

Your host is inspired to dance!

Those who enter the bar today may notice more than the usual commotion. There is music, a table tucked in a corner for receiving gifts, and a festive banner. It has flamingos on it. Pink ones.

In addition, there is a modest sandwich board set on the Bar with the following proclamation in festive script:

La Fête Spectaculaire!
Dinah Lance Party
Anything served in the half-shell is free
Do try the coconut punch
Follow the rose petals
➸

A scattering of rose petals lead the way outside, along the path to the beach.

(OoC: Welcome to the cross-community going away party/housewarming for

innerbrat & Dinah Lance! [details and announcement] This is a standard party post; shenanigans and thread-hopping are encouraged. For your convenience, an OoC thread has been set up at the end of the post for communicating, plotting, and sending some OoC love and well-wishes to the lovely Debi. Debi and I can be found on AIM as well and in crackchat off and on all weekend. So please stop by! Thanks everybody, let's have some fun and show Debi some love. ♥

ETA: Just as an aside, the "bring a present or duel" thing was entirely for the lulz. Your pups aren't obligated to one or the other unless they want to, and this remains completely open to everyone! XD)

gotham_knocking

Knox has a much larger pile of newspapers than usual. Newspapers with headlines that mention, in no particular order, Harvey "Two-Face" Dent, Batman, the "Riddler" aka Edward Nygma (really), Tony "Boss" Zucco, Bruce Wayne, the Flying Graysons, and someone called Robin. It's been a busy few months in Gotham, and Knox is trying to make sense of it all.

Because he has a theory.

hisonegoodeye

A senior SHIELD agent walks into a bar.

(Ow.)

"...Well then," says Agent Coulson, very very mildly.

[OOC: Yes, thanks to Cam, I *finally* found a way to tag on DW! Coulson comes from approximately the same time as the Thor movie.

...Er. Please don't kill me?]

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's got some decisions to make. Well, okay, sure, she's actually already made them. Well, it. But also, she's really enjoying air-conditioning and ice cream.

The ice cream really helps with the cognitive process.

She is sitting in the rafters, picking splinters of wood out from her jeans. Nobody polishes up here. Occasionally, a drop of ice cream hits the floor below. It's very melty.

theresnodoor

Rachel has a stack of magazines and a seat by the lake. Today's focus on fashion is JC Penney, 1999 to 2019.

She's seen all kinds of clothes in Milliways but the 2012 ads show layering, mismatched patterns, and neon.

"The 80s called," Rachel murmurs to herself, frowning as she turns a page. "They want their bad decisions bac- oh my god, they're selling jeans with holes in them?"

Someone's fashion honor has been horrendously impugned.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph is hiding a massive yawn when she lifts the tent flap and ducks in - and blinks a few times, clearing sleep from her eyes. That strange moment of figuring out where she is happens, and then she grins, perks up, and makes her way over to the Bar to say hello.

Or, in this case, to have a quick exchange of napkins and an amused smirk when she finally consents to hop over the bar and start chalking up specials on the board.

HAPPY HOUR
If your drink has an X in its name, it's half price.
Or a Z.
Or if it's a really good drink.
Convince me.

No, really, go on, convince her.

theresnodoor

Fine.

whoiwasmeant2be

A boy stands awkwardly at the top of the stairs. His breathing comes a bit too fast, and his eyes are a bit too wide to convince anyone that he’s perfectly calm, or that he’s looking forward to what he’s about to do.

Still, he takes a deep breath. Then another. And another. This actually goes on for a while until he finally admits to himself that he’s just stalling, at which point he allows himself one more breath before trudging purposefully down the stairs.

Then he just has to make it through the crowds between the foot of the stairs and the bar, during which his breathing speeds up again and his eyes start darting around nervously. He makes it before he can really panic, and settles onto a barstool as far away from everyone as he can get. Considering that this is Milliways, and that he’s at the bar, that’s not really very far, but he tries anyway. He takes a couple of seconds to calm down, and to look down and make sure that he’s sitting properly. It’s actually kind of a relief, when using a stool, it’s actually kind of appropriate to perch, so it’s not as uncomfortable as it could be.

Leaning forward slightly, the boy speaks softly, the cadence of his words a bit odd, as if he hasn’t used his voice in a while. “Could I have a calendar?” He pauses, then remembers. “Please?” And something else... Oh! “And... a sandwich?”

The calendar appears alone, causing the boy to frown slightly. But then he remembers. “Oh. Um... peanut butter and jelly?” He has fond memories of that one. He thinks.

[If you can see this note, the post is still open!]

alwaysroomforhope

The girl who steps through the front door barely limps at all any more, and she looks tanned and healthy, and the sky behind her is bright and sunny blue.

Which makes the inside of the bar kind of a contrast.

A quick sequence of facial expressions: surprise; delight; eagerness; dawning horror; wide-eyed panic; sudden anger; determination.

Steph would never stomp but it's entirely possible she looks more than a little disgruntled as she picks her way - very cautiously indeed - over to the noticeboard, jaw set and expression fierce. This is her Bar, and someone is going to get punched if they don't stop doing ... whatever it is.

So there.

[slowtime tags welcome; please forgive me if the combination of GMT+11 and general brainfutz gets in the way!]

alwaysroomforhope

It has been a while.

But hey, look, Steph's not limping any more! And the scars, red and glaring at last visit, have faded to pink. And if she wanted to, she could raise her arms above her shoulder-level. Both of them. It's great.

And also?

She turns seventeen in a week.

Seventeen.

After seven years of being sixteen.

After all that, it's only the icing on the cake that she walks through a door in Nairobi, turning as she does to call out that she'll only be a minute, and then stand still for a moment with wide eyes, blinking in the warmer, dimmer lights of the bar. Behind her, there's a brightly-lit hospital corridor. She's wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. She's grinning, slow and small and fond, spreading across her face with slow light.

Because one thing Steph will always think about Milliways is:

Home.

[going to bed now! tags when.]

v-accidentprone.livejournal.com

[oom: It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song.]

Milliways is no stranger to the walking dead. In fact, one might even say that, in Milliways, the dead don't only walk, they rock.

Alex is not one of the walking dead; but right now, if you asked him, he wouldn't be too certain of his answer. He's been sitting on one of the couches for the past half-hour, staring dully at the fish swimming around in the fire.

The grey t-shirt he's wearing does nothing to hide the bandage on his right wrist or the vivid bruises around his throat. The whole farce of pretending to be fine and pretending to believe it just seemed too exhausting to bother with.

guppy_sandhu

The table of chairs is set out near the trilobite tank.

On the table are plates of cakes and biscuits to fit all sorts of dietary requirements. Tea, coffee and soft drinks.

LIFE SUPPORT!
OPEN TO ALL!
New? Confused? Worried about problems here or at home? Want free food and company? Come and join us?

[ooc: As said in back room post, now on a monthly basis. Open for new tags until the next one. All tags will be picked up by at least one member of the LS team. Threadhopping encouraged!]

undignified

Wes makes it all the way to the Bar before he realises this is not, in fact, the tapcaf frequented by his fellow Rogues.

It's been a while since he was in Milliways, but he's thrilled. He beams up at the rafters, then sideways at the Observation Window, and finally down at Bar.

"Whiskey. All of-- okay, no, 'Nyri would kill me if I died of liver failure. Just one bottle of whiskey. Oh, but--!"

He pauses for a moment, then pats Bar and clambers over her, using his stool to help (he ain't seventeen anymore). He's still got a bit of reserve cash built up from his days as bartender here, and he isn't exactly poor back home, either. "Never mind. You have a nap. Tonight's on me."

ALL DRINKS HALF PRICE

(WHISKEY FREE)

"Hey," Wes calls to the bar in general, "come welcome my son to the galaxy."

alwaysroomforhope

When the door opens for Steph this time she is framed against the background of a busy street in Nairobi, instead of the quiet villages she's been in. She looks frazzled and tired and sore. And when she looks up and it's the bar, not the hotel lobby she expected, she looks very pleased.

"Finally. I missed you," she informs the gleaming countertop, when she makes her way over, limping a little more than usual.

A napkin.

"... aw, man, you need to sleep now? But I just got here."

Napkin.

"It wasn't my idea to turn up here this late," Steph says, scowling a little. "You could have napped earlier."

No, apparently, Bar couldn't. The napkin is very insistent. Steph sighs.

"Fine. Don't feel like cocktails, though."

This is apparently not something Bar cares about in the slightest.

Happy Hour: Everything's On Sale.
(Discounts at the bartender's discretion. So be nice.)

v-accidentprone.livejournal.com

[slightly off milliways: Guppy has suspicions, Enzo and Alex finally have introductions, and a Marvelous Escape happens.]

Thankfully, after hotfooting it out of the infirmary, Alex did not encounter any more difficulties. Crawley didn't even ask why their youngest MI6 agent was nibbling a giant cookie. (He has to remember to properly thank Steph for that.)

He's been home for a few days now, watching the Wimbledon finals on the television while Jack tutted over him. He sort of understands why he had to be packed off home before the games ended, but that didn't make him any less grumpy about the sudden end to his short-lived ball boy career. (It might also have had something to do with injuries incurred, but he's honestly feeling much better. They're all conveniently tucked away in places not immediately visible, like under his shirt or locks of his hair. His shoulders still ache, but he can live with that.)

And he is blissfully unaware of how busted he is for the infirmary escape. At least, until he heads to the bar for a snack and is kindly offered some milk with his apple.

Alex stares at it for a while.

"You didn't."

guppy_sandhu

Guppy got a little worried about... mislaying a vulnerable minor patient the other day. However, lacking in photographs, he has had to come to Bar for help.

"I appreciate the milk carton, but I'm not sure this is going to cut it." he says, looking at his rather pitiful sketch.

( Read more... )

He sighs and looks at the carton. This is never going to help him find the kid, who's probably already gone back to whatever danger he came from.

raptorcanaria

It's been over a week in the bar since Black Canary and Green Lantern came into the bar looking for volunteers for a battle, but for them, it's only been a matter of hours, which is porbably why Dinah is stumbling slightly in her heels and fishnets - exhustion.

"I'm getting a drink," she's saying to Hal as they come through. "Oh, hell with it, I'm getting the entire bar a drink. MILLIWAYS. Drink on me!"

And then she's making a bee line for the nearest table.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns, tag either! Open forever.]

madeyoudodge

Cathy's sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, crosslegged and leaning on her elbows, creating some sort of popsicle stick masterpiece with great concentration.

She is wearing an old t-shirt and a paired of ripped old jeans that she's cut off just above the knees; her curly hair held back in a ponytail. This is because her project includes glue and glitter and little jewelly-things! It's possible her hands are somewhat covered in combinations of the above.

There is totally enough to share! :DD

[OOC: open for ages! If you need to ping me, I will be in crackchat as TLvop when available! (Feel free to tag even when I am not currently available)]

theresnodoor

The last few months in Milliways have been a bit of a mixed bag for Rachel. She's not sure what to think as she walks into the bar late in the day, much less when a napkin appears instead of the Coke she ordered.

Reading it, she immediately frowns and opens her mouth to argue...

Then eyes Bar suspiciously.

"...okay. Fine. I'll do it."

Another napkin that carries a hint of sass in it. Rachel scowls a bit.

"No, I'm not going to complain. Go to sleep before I find a wood chipper."

HAPPY HOUR!
1/2 off if it comes out of a bottle
AND
I don't have to do anything to it.

Drinks on, folks.

[OOC: Sadly, now is the time where I fall over unconscious. You're all AMAZING and I can't wait to pick these up again! ♥]

alwaysroomforhope

[I'll just be a minute, Leslie], Steph calls, in very bad Swahili, backing through the door carrying a huge bundle of cloth.

The cooler air inside the bar makes her pause, turn, and grin. She dumps the blankets right outside the door, pushes it shut, and heads right on over to the Bar.

Where a napkin greets her.

"Good evening to you, too," Steph tells the gleaming wood fondly.

Happy Hour Specials

Summer Dreams
Midori melon liqueur, Orange juice, Lemon juice, Ice

Pineapple Bomber
Amaretto, Southern Comfort, Pineapple juice

Mango Orange Smoothie
Mango, Orange, non alcoholic

"All right, Milliways."

Short blonde smiling teenager, leaning on the counter.

"What'll it be?"