milliways_bar | Entries tagged with the fledgling

OOM: The Black Talon was supposed to be a quick and quiet way of reaching Dromund Kaas, but a Grand Moff had other ideas.

Ibani is relieved when the door to her cabin on the Talon turns out to be a door to Milliways instead.

She grabs a cup of kaff and settles into a corner booth to practice a new stealth technique described in Spindrall's holocron. Force Cloak is tricky, calling for bending light around oneself. It's going to take a bit of practice before she can reduce her presence to a mere shimmer, a distortion of air, for very long.

(OOC: Tinytag! Ibani (The Sith Inquisitor) Open until I give her another EP.)

deadman_pirate

[pre-milliways oom: walking home. warnings for brief discussion of vampire-type violence]

--the room the Brucolac steps into is not aboard his ship, nor even in his city. For one thing, the floor isn't moving; for another, the air tastes different here, it's suddenly much brighter than the stairway he'd just been in, and he can no longer feel the hum of his ship's energies around him.

So he stops just over the threshold, taking a moment to adjust--his eyes to the light, his body to the stationary floor, his mind to the fact that he is suddenly somewhere else; not with fear, but rather with curiosity. He is somewhere else, and that is new.

Even for folks not from Bas-Lag it's not hard to figure out what he is. His clothes, his cutlass and heavy flintlock pistol are all straight Golden Age of Piracy; while his pallor, his all-black wardrobe, the simultaneous-attraction-and-intimidation thing he's got going on, and the way he keeps tasting the air with his forked tongue exactly like a snake, would tend to suggest something along the lines of vampire.

Anyway, help a vampirate out? ~~just don't call him that to his face, he probably wouldn't like it~~

[open until his next ep]

scarred_grin

Pyrrha!loki is actually pretty happy with her life today.

Why shouldn't she be? Fina's a good mood for once, probably thanks to her gentleman-caller, who has thankfully not been hanging around their room anymore; when Fina is happy, she doesn't push Pyrrha around. So she's been left to do her cleaning and her artwork in peace, and now here she is on the floor by the couches, armed with some markers, busily drawing on the parts of her arms and legs not already covered by tattoos.

Hey, it's something, right? And even though the markers say 'permanent' they're really not, which is for the best since today's theme is apparently 'selected scenes from Revelation' and at this rate, she'll probably run out of accessible room somewhere around the sixth seal. At least she's a decent enough artist.

For the rest: tiny shorts, plain black t-shirt, relatively flat hair, headphones around her neck and turned up so she can listen to music without being completely social. Chips, guacamole and a cherry coke slush on the table nearby for her occasional breaks from drawing. Totally botherable.

[open forever, but slows are <3][and here, have a note on the heart thing if you were curious]

hoopsonfire

There is a sign on a booth:

Vampire Looking for Donations.

There is a pale young woman in that same booth, gaze directed at nothing.

[ Open until next EP. ]

hoopsonfire

The door opens just after sunset, to admit A Vampire.

One of those screens pops up before her, and she tilts head while reading the needed info, then takes her time scrolling through the options.

...

Not too long later, a rather interesting figure is seated at the bar, legs crossed, curiously sipping a glass of... wine.

Yes.

[Open forever, all threads happen at night.]

aeons_crackshot

OOM:

Villains like Yuri have a nasty tendency to turn up not quite as dead as you thought they were.

Then came painful waiting to see if the risky gambit of the Allies worked.

At last came battles in the new time stream, Egypt and the mad man's base itself.

Annabelle stumbles backwards through the door to Milliways, her expression frozen in shock and betrayal.

She should be screaming or shouting in grief or anger, but nothing comes. There's only a hollow empty feeling where her emotions should be.....

seat_five_girl

The number of waitrats working is way down, which is a little worrying, but maybe they'll turn up later.

First things first, the sign.

Specials
Fruit punch (pineapple, apple juice, ginger ale)
Hot chocolate (chocolate, milk)
Recommended meal is leftovers from the kitchen.

I think I can find beer in fridge. Probably.

That done she dusts her hands off and calls, "Break time and happy hour!"

Time for people to relax a little.

hey35andholding

( Juliet has left gifts for Ray Stantz, Rae Seddon, Burton Guster and Shawn Spencer )

( Clementine has left gifts for Urquhart, Enzo Matrix, Dinah Lance, Moist Von Lipwig, Elrond, Sam Axe, Michael Westen, The Fledgling, Guppy Sandhu, Joan of Arc, Gene Hunt, Ben Grimm, Janet Van Dyne, Bedazzled! Devil and Ed and Ein )

( Dixie Cousins has left gifts for Brisco County Jr., Will Parker, William Evans, and Kate Barlow )

[OOC: Open for reactions and return-notes; if you wanna have a face-to-face thread with one of the gifters, leave a note at the bar; on their (and my) return in January.]

hoopsonfire

There is someone out there, enjoying the night.

A pale figure, not bothering with clothes.

It's not like there are other people out there to be bothered by nude moonbathing and nude swimming, there is?

Or maybe there are...

numbered_doctor

Thirteen's looking a little worse for wear tonight, as she slumps into the bar tonight. It's an unexpected visit, and she finds herself blinking blearily in the sudden bright light and slowly making her way to her seat. The going is a little more unsteadily than she'd like, but booze would do that to you, and she arrives in an armchair in one piece nonetheless.

Sinking into it with a grateful groan she lays still for a little while. Eventually, she'll move to gingerly prod at her split lip and bruised eye before ordering an ice pack from the nearest waitrat.

hoopsonfire

A sign was put up sometime before:

Exotic Dancer for Hire and Show

Private performances for discerning customers

Included is a room number for those interested.

[ Reaction posts are welcome here, but she's not around downstairs to answer questions. Open until forever, but all threads are millitimed to night-time. ]

hoopsonfire

There's a pale girl dressed in black over there, near the jukebox. She's swaying slowly, in a sedated manner, as the music starts. Moving a small step one way, then back, arms swinging slowly, she picks momentum as the chosen melody rises into full dance tempo.

Most likely she'd not mind company.

areyoumyjolly

There is a mermaid sitting on a rock near the lake shore, tail fin in the water, naked, scaly back turned to the bar building, face turned towards the moon.

Perhaps she is really in a pensive mood.

Perhaps she is, casually, waiting for prey.

[[OOC: Warnings still apply!]]

hoochedseal.livejournal.com

Sam smiles as he walks in. Having a tux on, he was coming back from Hawaii and when he walks to the bar to thank her for getting them there he sees the note. Okay he can do Happy hour. Why is he in his tux? He wishes he could change but that just isn’t a choice right now. Getting the pen he does the special board.

Nightly Specials.

Mojitos

Any domestic beer (domestic to Sam)

Bloody Mary’s

************

Clementine stumbles in two seconds later, wearing a black sundress and sandals. She glances at Sam, at the specials, and scribbles the following under what he's written.
"Me too." She's eloquent and she's just a little sunbaked.

[ooc: We are both here. You can have one or both. Just let us know. Open forever and thread hopping (Given who they are maybe even bed hopping) is encouraged. We're both in Crackchat and Pingable.]

all_er_nothin

Will's at the bar, with beer.

It's been a disappointing day, romantically speaking, to come home and find out that the girl he was supposed to be proposing to has gone and got engaged to someone else. Not to mention that it'll make the Box Social very awkward.

He gets another pint and looks around for some company to distract him.

mickandbono.livejournal.com

Jamie needs a break. So walking in to this bar at the end of the universe is quite a relief he can take all he needs. Where the omniversal bar he’s praying doesn’t know who Nikki Heat is. Or Jameson Rook for that matter. He just wants to take a breather that is New York. Maybe he can find someone willing to talk to him here.

Heaven knows that Nikki won’t talk to him or Roach, or anyone else from the department. He just wants someone to talk to that may not fawn over him. He’s truly not in the mood.

[ooc: Jameson comes in between Heat Wave and Naked Heat]

a1enzo

Enzo is stalking around the bar this evening with a truly digital camera in hand, eyeing people critically.

Perhaps you've got that special something he's looking for?

hoopsonfire

[[ When crisis looms and danger threatens life and limb and peace and society, "far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in that grey twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat." - Theodore Roosevelt, Jr. (Speech at the Hamilton Club, Chicago, April 10th 1899) ]]

hoopsonfire

It's late night, and the pale young woman is seated at the counter, reading a book. Once in a while, she glances around the room, or fiddles with a red gemstone pendant she's wearing.

Botherable.

[Open until it falls off.]

hey35andholding

Clementine is over the moon. And she's planning on drinking herself under the table tonight:

In bright pink marker, she has scrawled on the chalk board:

COME CELEBRATE WITH CLEMMY

Menu

Mojitos

Gin and Tonic

Reno Craft Beers

Chocolate Chip Milkshakes.

***Single Women, Cops, and Hot Guys Drink Free. Drinks half-off if you can outbooze the bartender****

She's already swigging from a bewjewled decanter of tequila, so happy hour is officially open.

[OOC: And thus does Clem's pregnancy plot come to an end. Only slightly slow tonight, and around 'til 3 my time ~~barring connection or rapture-related shenanigans.~~! Open 'til the next happy hour for new tags 'til then!]

hoopsonfire

[ In Los Angeles, someone is having wicked fun with pestilence, and the angels suffer. (Warning for death) ]

Strong emotions like sorrow, lead to crying.

Tears.

When humans cry, it's a natural reaction to wipe away the drops running down their faces: a bit of dampness on the skin, spread out and made unnoticeable.

When you're not human, but still human enough to cry, tears are a different matter: as the vampireling walks in, she tries to wipe the tear of blood rolling down her face, causing a red smear on her pale skin.

She fails to notice, making her way forlornly to the Bar.

[ Open until it falls off. ]