milliways_bar | Entries tagged with stiles stilinski

It's a nice day, so Stiles considered sitting outside, maybe burning away some of his winter pallor, but he's more in need of space to spread out all his research materials without a spring breeze scattering files across the lake.

Especially since at some point he'll have to return said files to the Beacon County Sheriff's Office.

He's too intent on studying his stolen police reports to be distracted by strange soap operas on the TV, or the man in an orange tracksuit sipping vodka in a corner booth, but he'd probably come up for air if a friend stopped by his table to say hi.

mnt_mike

The doorway to the Staff Hallway swings open with a well oiled swish which is then quickly followed by a pop not unlike the sound one hears when opening a well sealed Tupperware container. Which is, in turn, quickly followed by the sound of a Barman saying, "...oh boy," right before redirects his tripping momentum into a perfectly executed tuck-and-roll.

Behind Bar a banner appears:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKE

There are also party hats, a cake for Mike, several as-yet-uncarved pumpkins, as well as some pretty interesting looking knives. You know, for when he finally gets to Bar and starts the Happy Hour he's supposed to be hosting today.

whatisastiles

~~he wants to dance like uma thurman~~

~~cause baby you're a firework~~

~~it's like you're my mirror~~

~~aquí todos estamos bajo el mismo sol~~

shotty does not pick the radio station

[ooc: millitime like your life depends on it. we might have started this two years ago. jury's out.]

mnt_mike

The door to the Staff Hallway is propped open, and the smells of American Thanksgiving with All the Trimmings is wafting through into the Main Bar. If one followed their nose they'd find themselves into the suite occupied by Michealangelo. All the furniture in the living room has been swapped out for long dining tables complete with place settings, decorative centerpieces, and even cloth napkins.

And if your nose doesn't direct you, then perhaps the seemingly limitless number of hand-turkeys decorating the main bar directing you in that direction that way just might.

THANKSGIVING!
All are welcome.
Mike's Place.
Bring your appetite.

[ooc: Standard Lake Party rules apply. Please thread hop.]

truckasaurus_mitts

Thursday morning.

Lana Kane, black ops special agent extraordinaire, yawns as she waits in the laundromat for the elevator. Washers are spinning, dryers are drying. It's all designed to be hypnotic and distracting.

Ding goes the elevator and Lana struts inside, shoulders and hips swaying in time with the laundry machines. She pushes the top button, only removing her sunglasses when the deed is done.

Elevator music. Ugh. You'd think for the crap Lana puts up with someone in H.R. (Pam) would honor her request to get it changed to Beyoncé.

Seriously, though. Beyoncé.

Ding.

Wait. Hold up. Malory put a freaking bar in the building and didn't tell anyone?

"Figures," Lana mutters, strutting off the elevator the same way she went on.

Don't mind the spear gun, Milliways. It's safe. Probably.

whatisastiles

Stiles has his laptop, several books about lycanthropy, and a notebook spread out across a table.

School was torturous today. Stiles sacrificed some precious hours of sleep in the service of running around Beacon Hills with Grace and Raph, and he definitely paid for it in inability to focus on much of anything his teachers (or Coach) had to say to him. Now that he's free to look into what's really on his mind (werewolves, what else) it's a completely different story.

He's got a large Coke and a basket of curly fries, and the beginning of plenty of weird theories to share. (The theories. Get your own curly fries.)

headed4hell

Grace is pissed.

For the moment she's hiding it well beneath her casual disregard for anything around her other than the Budweiser in her hand, but her friends would notice something simmering under the disinterest.

Good thing they aren't here.

She'd left the bar and the surprise family cabal only to find Earl sitting at her counter with the freaking brochures she'd just thrown away. Belching, she deleted her sister's messages and ignored Earl's latest attempts to impress upon her the importance of family values. It was a relief when he flashed the wings and disappeared to Vegas or the Titanic or wherever the hell he said he was going. She doesn't care. She never cares.

But she doesn't feel like being alone. These days, that means finding Mike and making some trouble, so here she is, lurking around the main bar with a beer and a somewhat vacant expression, waiting for trouble. Yee-haw.

[OOC: Also for car keys, all are welcome, slowtime likely, etc.]

baptizemyself

It's beautiful bright sunny day. The squid is chilling in the lake. The demon bunnies are skirting the edge of the forrest, looking for easy prey. And there is a party going on.

Why?

Why not!

Who needs a reason to have a good old fashioned lake party?

Certainly not us!

[OOC: Happy Tenth Anniversary, Milliways! You know the drill! Tag one, tag all, threadhop! Enjoy!]

damncompass

The door opens, and two Donovans walk in, laughing together about something.

Joshua walks up to the bar, and instead of the drink he orders, a napkin appears. "Ah, fuck. Claudia, looks like we're bartending."

Before he can do anything, the specials board changes.

Happy Hour!

Endless Wonder
Crème de cacao swirled with Apple Pucker in a martini glass

Neutralizer Goo
Blue Raspberry mixed with strawberry soda in a lowball.

Half-off Hard Apple Cider or Regular Apple Cider

13% off anything else

Joshua just stares at the board and facepalms. "Really? Alright, then. Guess we're tending, Milliways."

[ooc: In honour of the last episode of their canon last night, have a pair of Donovans. Let us know if you would like one or both of them.

a_mad_hope

[Pre-Milliways: Brimstone summons his errand girl.]

There's a new face in the bar today.

For all that she's new, she doesn't look terribly surprised by her surroundings. Karou is rarely taken aback to find herself somewhere wholly different than the place she has recently left behind. It is part of her job, after all.

Karou doesn't try to hide or blend into the crowd, either. Not with that hair, not with the bulging satchel at her side. She moves confidently through the room until she finds a table to her liking and sits, ordering coffee from a wait rat after only the briefest of pauses. The rats don't seem to bother her at all.

How strange.

[OOC: I'll be up and down all day and slowtime in inevitable, but the post is open forever!]

rexque_futurus

Despite being new to Milliways in general still, Allie is greeted with a napkin politely requesting that her Highness bartend for a little while.

"Oh.... kay."

After a moment's thought, she starts writing on the specials board.

Happy Hour Specials
Half-off uncomplicated drinks
Mead
Sparkling juices

Hey, she figures, at least she'll get to meet some interesting people.

whatisastiles

So things are going well. Scott tried to kill Stiles, Derek threatened to kill Scott, Lydia Martin totally blew him off—what? that's a serious problem—they dug up half a dead wolf which turned out to be half a dead woman, and Scott might kill the whole lacrosse team tonight.

On the upside, Dad arrested Derek? So hopefully that'll keep some of the murdering from happening.

Stiles just needs a break, and maybe a nap, cause he definitely couldn't sleep last night after all the Adderall plus the freaking dead body in Derek's yard, that shit'll give a guy nightmares. But first, a pizza, cause all that crime solving makes him hungry, and here he can order triple meat and Dad won't steal it and die of heart disease.

He's got a table to himself and is inelegantly devouring a large pizza. Table manners are for other people.

[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls, but for now I require sleep. Back tomorrow!]

damncompass

The door opens and behind it can be seen a formal party, with some fairly peppy music piping through. Joshua wanders through in a tux with his Regent pin on the lapel. He shakes his head. "Really, Bar? I don't need to parade around in this tux. I was actually doing something."

Donovan in the bar, complete with tux. Feel free to bother!

1stwitness

Ichabod enters, rubbing absently at his chest.

"If I never in my life see another scorpion", he announces to the room at large or just to himself, "it will be far too soon."

the_lioness

Tonight Alanna has smoothed every hair into place, polished her boots until the shine is frankly distracting, and made sure her scarlet tunic and tight black breeches are wrinkle free. She is impeccably turned out.

It is still not enough for Prince Jonathan.

"Oh, stuff it!" Alanna yells back through the door as she enters. "You're not even making any sense. Either you want me to talk to them or you don't. Make up your mind." Beat. "Your Highness."

She slams the door and stomps on her very shiny boots to Bar, who decides this is an excellent time to recruit tonight's bartender.

Congratulations! You've won the honor of tending bar this evening. Don't forget to pick specials. May I suggest the Olau cider? It's quite popular. And don't lose your temper at customers, Squire.

"I never lose my temper." Alanna mutters, frowning at the napkin. "Huh. There's a Barony Olau in Tortall!"

Is there? How remarkable. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Alanna fails to stop frowning. She does, however, follow orders and write some specials on the board while waiting for her first customer.

Specials

Ale
Lemonade
Coffee that I didn't make so it should taste decent
Olau Cider

[OOC: Step right up to the bar, folks! Post is open forever. Slowtime is welcomed and probably inevitable sooner rather than later on my end, anyway, thanks to arm pain. As always, thread-hopping is also encouraged. :D

ETA: I love you all! Taking a break so as not to kill the arm. Slowtimes all around if that's ok?]

12goingon113

Like yesterday there's a tall man with Master tattoos and traditional Air Nomad robes seated at Bar with an expression of surprise on his face.

Unlike yesterday this one isn't swearing up a storm, and actually is an airbender.

"It's good to see you too," he says to Bar, as she presents him with a fruit smoothie. "Flameo!"

abitofawildman

If Bumi had been introduced to Halloween the last time it came around Bar-wise, it was an event that didn't stick firmly in his mind.

Based on how his clothing shifts when he walks through the door today, it's pretty fair to say he won't be forgetting it anytime soon.

The first hint that something drastic had occurred was the slight chill that ran down his spine.
This was due in part to the shifting of his attire, as well as the loss of the hair on his head. His United Forces overcoat has been replaced by traditional Air Nomad Robes, the kind of which his father favored, and his brother wears now.

It's not until he brings a hand up to scratch at his now-absent unruly hair that he catches sight of the blue pigment on the back of his hand.

Bumi stares at the back of both hands with a look of confusion that shifts to horror.
And then he swears.

He swears a lot.

whatisastiles

[oom:
But most nights I stay straight and think about my mom
Oh God, I miss her so much]

mr_gaeta

Gaeta has been turning over two conversations in his head lately. They're not bad; certainly better than other thoughts that've kept him company. But they're the kind of conversation that requires some time to process.

(He's not used to reaching out. He's still not wholly used to kindness, or offers of help, that don't come from Louis.)

The idea of dealing with a telepath still makes him recoil instinctively, the same way he recoiled from admitting the truth about Raptor 718 for so long: I don't want anybody else to know. Smaller things, though, baby steps -- pun not intended -- he can manage.

( 'To Sameth:' he writes. )

Gaeta presses the finished note to the bartop with a murmured thanks, retrieves a cookbook from the same location, and returns to his studies as he tries to ignore the jackhammering in his chest.

[ooc: open for tags as long as you don't mind slowtime! also open until I say it's not.]

damncompass

Joshua has been doing what any twelve-year-old boy in an interdimensional space would do. Eating way too much, not showering enough, and building himself a fort of science fiction novels, potato chip bags, Lego pieces, and scientific texts in a corner of the bar. He hasn't realized that he could get a room, mostly running on caffiene, sugar, and adrenaline from the adventure of it all.

Now, however, he's liberated a notebook from Bar and is making some sketches in it, mostly about the mechanics of the Lego catapult in front of him. There are a few crude mathematical formulas in the margins, copied from a physics textbook beside him.

He's mumbling to himself, and trying to mentally guess how far up the rafters are.

[Tiny Tag: Age Spell Plot]

[ooc: All threads are assumed to be before Claudia's thread, thanks! ETA!: Threads on pause until tomorrow, but post is still open!]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Ellen will never know how narrowly she and Dogmeat escaped the magic wave the other night. All she knows is that the Bar is full of kids.

She's just... gonna see about making sure all her gear is in good shape, in case whatever happened messed with it. And keep an eye out for people with answers.

lt_blade

Sonya..for once..just wanted some peace and quiet from work at the bar. No dealing with the men, no having to put up with exasprated COs or plans or anything. She just wanted some time to herself-or so as much as the bar offered.

She was enjoying a rather decent sized burger (not the most healthy, but there ya go) and beer when the shockwave hit her.

Leaving a very confused eight year old in her place.

This wasn't Japan..why was she suddenly in a bar? She wasn't allowed in a bar.

"Daddy?...mom." She tried not to show how nervous she was.

Oh..burger and fries! She hadn't had a decent one since her father was relocated.

She looked around. They were infront of her table and she didn't see anyone about to scold her. So what if they were next to a beer, she could ask someone for water later.

Pulling the seat closer to the table, she instantly started attacking the burger.

<tinytag>age spell plot

damncompass

Joshua had been coming in to get a drink when the shockwave hit. He grabbed a pole, and when everything cleared, he looked around his surroundings. There's now a twelve-year-old boy clinging to the pole wearing jeans and a sweater.

"Ok, what the fuck is this? Dad? Why is there a bar in the apartment?"

[ooc: Joshua as a child swears like nobody's business. You have been warned.]

balancingminds

Charles was sitting at a table with a drink when the shockwave hit.

Now there's a ten year old boy in a button down shirt, nice pants staring at the Bar and going between trying to make his shields go up quick as he can and the feel of all the minds. Some of those minds aren't human and the people are all so different, its even more than the City.

(OOC: Younger Charles does not have the best control on his shields, he's still learning. Please be aware of this and include thoughts in narration. Thank you. I'll be slow during the day on Sunday but this is open for tags until another appears.
Tiny tag: Age Spell)

not_his_pa

The dust on William comes through the door before him as he pulls the bandanna down from his face and smiles with relief, its been a while since he got a door. At the counter, he pulls off his gloves as he gets a napkin note, "Can I clean up first?"

There's another note and he ducks into the bathroom before returning with most of the dust off his face though still on his clothes and on the curled up rope on his shoulder that he sets aside. He gets behind the counter and pours himself a coffee as he looks over the drink book.

Specials
Coffee
Whiskey
The Dusty Buffalo
Tight Rope
Read any good books, tell me one I'd like and your drink's half off.

Once the specials are up, he gives his face another rinse as he looks to see who's around.

(OOC: I'm off to bed, this is open until the next Happy Hour goes up.)