milliways_bar | Entries tagged with teal'c

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

Well, well, well.

The door opens, and there stands a mildly startled Teal'c in the doorway. He looks around--silently, as usual, and walks over to Bar, still carrying his staff weapon and in full Air Force gear. He sits a moment, cocks his head, and says simply, "Budweiser, please". And, as usual, *poof*, there's a beer.

He's definitely NOT busy. NOT BUSY. NOT. BUSY.

[OOC:The mun is terrible at that whole 'subtle' thing. If you can't tell.]

pink-coward.livejournal.com

There is a small pink dog in an eggplant costume flying through the door.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" is all that can be herd from him.

So, who's head is he clinging to?

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK!

Big, bald black guy walks into a bar. With a gold tattoo engraved in the front of his skull. And now, an arched eyebrow.

He says nothing--Teal'c doesn't waste words--but he does walk over to Bar, where a small bowl of blue Jell-o materializes. He smiles, and sits. "It is a pleasure to see you as well."

[OOC note: Teal'c, previously from Season Three of SG-1, is now from mid-Season Seven. For, y'know. Info purposes.]

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

If you look in the corner near the fireplace, you'll see something you don't see everyday: a buff, black, bald dude with a forehead... tattoo... thing meditating.

Okay, so he WAS meditating. It's noisy in here. So Teal'c's eyes pop open, and he grabs a book and sits down on the near couch. His posture remains ramrod straight, his default from nearly a century of military training and practice. However, in a very un-Teal'c way, he keeps looking up and around the room.

It would seem he's looking for distraction.

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

There's a guy.

A big black guy, gold thing on his forehead, can't miss him.

Nor should you. He's looking around with great curiosity... or rage... or perhaps that's boredom. Probably boredom.

Oh, fer cryin' out loud, just talk to him, will ya?

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

It's a crisp day outside, and last night deposited what is perhaps the absolutely perfect amount of snow for a snowball fight. The sun is bright and the snow sparkles pristinely.

Here and there enterprising people have constructed snow forts of various sizes, and there are piles of snowballs scattered across the snow itself.

The question, of course, is just how long this pristine landscape will remain pristine. Probably not long.

[ooc: Get your snowball fight on. Everyone is welcome to join in, please check out this backroom post for details.]

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

~~A jaffa walks into a bar...~~

Even though it happens, it's not meant to.

Teal'c turns around slowly, and archs an eyebrow in suspicion when there's no stargate behind him. He doesn't say much--until he realizes the rest of SG-1 hasn't accompanied him to this location.

"Major Carter?"

Pause.

"Daniel Jackson?"

Another pause.

"Colonel O'Neill?"

Someone care to stop him before he calls off EVERYONE he knows in roll-style fashion?

[OOC:New mun, AU Teal'c. If you've seen him before, don't hesitate to say hi--if not, come'n get him!]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is sitting by the fire drinking tea. A very peaceful and content look on her face. At the moment life is good.

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Teal'c is out back working out. At the moment working iwth the wooden staff that Bar was willing to provide. Frustrated at his inability to leave and join his friends.

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Prue is sitting in the rafters watching the bar. Missing her sisters greatly and relieved that the young woman she was unable to help is well.

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Poke any at will.

unwraith.livejournal.com

Michael had downloaded as much information as he could from his ship's computer to the portable unit, before leaving Pegasus for Milliways a second time. Now he's grateful for the precaution. It's a little tricky copying the files to CD-ROM or book format, but he manages, and leaves copies of the data he has on settled worlds for Serena and Thea, as both have expressed some interest in the subject, with accompanying

( notes ).

The other thing he asks of Bar is a bit more problematic. He pays up his tab and adds to it. Bar's a bit slow to respond. Michael's starting to think that 'practice weapons' was one of the disallowed items, when a pair of metal(sheathed and peace-tied firmly, say thanks) longswords appear on the counter. He didn't ask for a lightsaber. He remembers early weapons training well enough to realize that even with 'only' wood or metal, he's very likely to get his ass kicked, to use human terms, before he gets the hang of it.
He thanks Bar, and takes them, meaning to go in search of Amanda, among other people.

Botherable.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

There is a Sheppard is the bar. And for once, he doesn't look cranky or on edge. Instead, he's managed to slouch even more than usual, sprawling in a booth and looking quite pleased with life, the universe, and everything. Every so often he takes a bite from a candy bar-addictive, aren't they?-but for the most part, his attention is on watching the rest of the bar.

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

Out by the lake there is a Jaffa meditating.

Come try to distract him. He needs the practice, it's not like he is disciplined enough.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April inna bar, looking much recovered.

She's still coughing every now and then, but coughs always seem to hang on when she's been sick.

Bother at will.

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

Jaffa

Blue Jello

Observation Window.

Poke at will.

forge-fire.livejournal.com

It seems that, while he's busy of course, he's decided to leave the forge for the day for something a little cooler. Thus Hephaestos sits at the bar proper, an unidentifiable tool cupped in his hand as he puts together a rather magnificent mechanical phoenix of rose gold and rubies. It's about halfway done and the clockwork creature keeps turning it's head around, opal eyes peering curiously at him. He laughs silently each time, turns the head gently back in place, and moves to continue attaching feathers.

Feel free to interrupt, or rather, to stop by to talk. He can work with his eyes closed and one hand.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

She's barely even through the door before Paige's robes suddenly change into a completely different and very skimpy outfit.

She looks down at the dress, which looks like a sex shops idea of what pirates wore and sighs, the timing couldn't be much worse, she recently had a run in with a bunch of pirates that hd left her rapidly aging and close to death, still at least she knows that won't happen here. "It's not Halloween again right?" she asks no one in particular before towards Bar where an eye patch appears.

"You can't make me put that on," she points out.

A note appears spoil sport.

"Fine," she mutters and puts it on.

If someone would like to explain what Bar's up to now she's really appreciate it.

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

A jaffa by the observation window being stoic and preparing himself to go home and get caught up on three weeks of canon.

Poke at will.

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

The front door of the bar opens and in walks a Jaffa. Yes the one and only Teal'c. He looks Stoic as always as he takes a seat in a booth.

Watching the room.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Jedi Master.

Outside.

Just watching the lake.

Yes, Mace-mun really should play him more often.

grovecj.livejournal.com

OG, Bar.

Maybe looking for someone.

Maybe its you, maybe not.

Find out?

(And work calls, slowtime is much love. see you peoples later.)

pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com

The door to the bar opens, with one rather pissed off twelve year old talking to herself softly. She stops upon seeing the inside of the bar, as the world behind her is that of her bedroom. With a glance back, she blinks, then turns back to step through the door, closing it softly behind her.

Slowly, Nagisa begins to step through the room, looking around blankly. This...was definitely not her closet.

Nagisa inna bar. Feel free to tag.

(OOC: Mun can only play for a few hours, or so, I'm afraid... ^^*)

dr-mckay.livejournal.com

Rodney is bored bored bored bored.

Avoiding lemons. As always.

Bored.

He drums his fingers on the bar.

Boredom is the mindkiller. I will face my tedium I will let it... well.

Current Mood: bored

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

In walks Teal'c. He takes a few steps into the bar, notices someone, turns back to the door. When it doesn't open he looks at it for a moment and then heads towards the bar and takes a seat.

Both at will. He is without his staff weapon. After all you can't shoot a movie producer/writer can you?

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

A year and a day ago, a mage entered a bar, sent by his gods. It was a year of excitement, magic, love, romance, fear, danger, and wonder. He made a number of friends, and a few enemies. He learned to live, and to love, and to take things slow, and easy. He learned to dream, and the cost of love and it's loss.

Now, Magius settles into a chair, reading a large tome, same as any other day. A year and a day have passed, and some things? Will never change.

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

Teal'c is sitting near the fire with a blanket wrapped around him. There is sweat on his brow and he might look as though he is about to colapse any moment.

Any doctors in the house?