milliways_bar | Entries tagged with the exile

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's being musical.

He's out back, sat in a tree with his legs dangling, playing on a harmonica. He's more than a little rusty, but it isn't too bad. Not ear-hurtingly bad, at least.

Botherable.

[Car keys bait: Dinah Lance and Hatsuharu.]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[OOM: Doom is predicted and prescribed.]

The door slams open and Kira walks in, dragging her cloak off and once that's off, one can see her entire side is covered in blood. A faint whirring sound comes from the vibroblade stuck in her side. She grits her teeth...flicks the setting to off...and yanks it out with another spurt of blood.

"Kriff." The word is gasped out, and she stumbles slightly, her hands slick in the blood. At least this time she hasn't spent half the time bleeding out on the ground of a derelict planet. She manages to grab her cloak and press it against her side as she staunches the blood, brow furrowed as she tries to get her mind off the pain...just long enough to heal herself.

She should really stop wandering cities by herself. Especially when there are things that want to eat her soul!

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Kira sits at the bar with a bag at her feet, a glass of whiskey in her hand. Because drinking before going back to the Enclave is completely smart.

Botherable before she flees out the door.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's swimming outside in the lake, jacket, belt and weapons on the shore, grinning and looking suspiciously like a wet dog. Only without the snout or big ears or fur.

Botherable. As long as you don't steal his weapons.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Revan. Booth. Whiskey.

Botherable.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[OOM: This place is a prison. And these people aren't your friends. Aeryn and Kira talk drunkenly. Millitimed to forever ago, before Revan's return from his time. :D Drunk girl talk, and drunken drunkness. Yo.]

fighter--pilot.livejournal.com

[oom: There's a disturbance in the woods, and then two bodies, and then one body and a healer. After that, it's just her and her mistakes in a borrowed room. Warnings for violence and the induction of another member in the 'yeah, well, I almost killed Zekka Thyne, buuuutttt ...' club.]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Kira's in the bar, her hair creating a curtain around her as she frowns and stares at the magazine in front of her. Her head tilts dangerously to the side. That corset has one too many ties. And how does it clip like that and--well. She has no room to talk with that strange slave outfit.

She's still not quite sure why she got this from Bar with her caff. But she's in a booth and botherable!

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Kira's in the bar...well, she's actually under the table. Reaching and cursing and muttering as she tries to get the stylus that a sock is chewing on. She has no idea where the sock came from, she could have sworn she gave them back to Atton. Maybe they reproduced and had a babysock, but all she knows is this one is trying to turn her stylus into broken pieces.

Botherable. :D

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Someone is outside punishing themselves for being happy. That someone would be Revan who has been running laps around the lake until exhaustion hits and he has to stop. This is the point he is at now, exhausted and leaning against one of the trees, chest heaving, to catch his breath.

He has on clothes that he procured from Bar: a basic, grey t-shirt, despite the weather, black track pants, and heavy boots. His shirt is almost soaked through with sweat, indicating he has been jogging for some time, and he looks about ready to go jump in the lake, even if the water may be too cold.

He probably would go jump in the lake if a lightsaber was not tucked into his left boot, which is not the most comfortable of places to put it when running, having the metal chafe against the ankle, but he is out torturing himself already so added discomfort is overlooked.

He wants to keep running (and running and running) except exhaustion seems to be getting the better of him and he slips down from leaning against the trunk of the tree to sitting on the cold ground.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[OOM: It's A Mad World. Kira dreams a weird dream and even though she rights the point down, she won't remember it in the morning.

And that's how it should be.]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

The Exile is slumped in an armchair, fiddling with her hair. There's a glass of orange juice (not that she knows what it is) beside her on the end table. Last night was all a sort of a blur, and she woke up with a horrible taste in her mouth and Revan next to her. She'd slipped out quietly before he'd woken up, grabbed the vodka bottle she left in there and dumped it in the bathroom sink before going out to the bar.

And now here she is. Slumping.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Back in his galaxy, Revan loses someone to Malak in the final moments aboard the Leviathan and has to keep going, which turns out to be easy when playing the gunner. Eventually, when escaping has been said and done, he has to face the crew of the Ebon Hawk and tell them what happened on the Leviathan; some react better than others and some, like T3-M4, just beep in the background. And when the jury of the peers is done, Revan has something he needs to do.]

When Revan walked out of the port dormitory aboard the Ebon Hawk, he was expecting the small, cramped corridor that led to the main hold. Not Milliways. Which would explain the somewhat startled expression before it fades to one of slight regret.

"I don't have time for this," he murmurs. Because, as much as he wants to go find a certain someone here, there are Sith Academies to go to, Dark Lords to try to stop, and people to save. But as he turns to go he finds that the door has disappeared for him. Again.

And he immediately starts to curse in Huttese, Mando'a, and all the other choice languages that he knows.

undignified

There's a pilot at the Bar. He has a chocolate milkshake.

Because all the cool big bad fighter pilots drink chocolate milkshakes.

He also has a plate of Oreos, but he's not really eating any; they might be to share, or they might just be for show. Can't have Wes Janson without Oreos, after all.

(It's probably both, though.)

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

How do you know a Jedi is bored? Or at least: this particular one?

She gets ansty. And won't stop moving. She's sat in six different booths since coming down the first time this morning. She's gone back upstairs. She's taken a nap, then had lunch and then jittered around for a while.

Now she's outside, running laps in the cool air.

Hey, it's something to do.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Kira's in the bar. At a booth to be specific, with a glass of an odd orange fizzy drink that she's eyeing warily, a datapad forgotten at her hand.

Botherable

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Mun is resolutely ignoring her annoying brothers and the fact she doesn't have enough art notes to pass an exam. Thus: Kira Isek is sitting at a booth, stacking cookies on top of one another.

So far, it's a little castle.

Botherable.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton had been expecting to be turned back as soon as Halloween had passed. He wasn't, resulting in a very bad-tempered hare chewing lettuce on the table of a booth.

Bar's timing is, it seems, impeccable, as with a pop Atton's returned to humanity, lettuce hanging out of his mouth, eyebrow raised.

It takes a moment for him to realise and spit it out.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[Conversations with Dead People: a second one for Kira. She talks to a mother she never knew.]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Jedi at the Bar, hand wrapped around a bottle of juma juice, eyeing it warily.

Still in slave costume yes.

She's given up on covering up.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

[OOM: Conversations with Dead People. The Exile gets a visit from an old master, and two others. While their words are hopeful, seeing them is terrifying, and a bit bloody. Thankfully Revan is there to glue the pieces back together. Sort of. Rated KC for Kinda Creepy, H for hopeful, and WDTGSDC for When Did They Get So Damn Cute?]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Revan is in one of the booths, bouncing the cap from the rather still full bottle of Whyren's Reserve at his elbow into an empty whiskey glass. Or attempting to at least. It tends to bounce off in another, wayward direction more times than not and he has to call it back with the Force. He keeps at it though, bouncing and bouncing and bouncing the cap and managing to get it in some times.

Bored? A little bit.

just_the_doctor

[OOM: So, the Royal Family are werewolves?]

The groans are heard a moment before the blue box begins to materialize out by the lake, in the familiar spot that the TARDIS has made for herself, at the end of the well-walked path to the back door of the Bar at the End of the Universe.

Two sets of footfalls travel that path a minute or so later, through the door and into the bustle of the large room beyond. The Doctor and Rose have returned to Milliways, their place of rest and respite. Where the stars are exploding and the magic is everywhere and it's still dangerous but still relatively the safest place they can hope for.

It could almost be home, if they ever stopped to consider such things.

[ooc: While Rose is technically here, Rose's mun is feeling crappy and may be around later, but isn't currently.]

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

The mun is still putting off a) her psych work and b) wondering how the hell she talked herself into buying all that worthless crap at Walmart, so here's an Exile.

She's in an armchair, staring out at the stars collapsing in on themselves absently. There's a glass of some kind of fizzy-pop-drink, untouched, on the table.

Botherable

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

{OOM: Even Exiled Jedi deserve a good dream every so often. And this afternoon's dream, while strange and exhilirating, ends on a happy note. Millitimed to this afternoon.}