milliways_bar | Entries tagged with the ranger

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

BANG!

That was the Door flying open.

Zzzzat-zooot-zat-zat-BOOM!

And that would be the sounds of some sort of fighting going on outside it. Fortunately, the tall, robed and armored figure standing in the opening appears to have some sort of energy shield which is keeping the energy bolts from endangering any patrons quite nicely.

The helmeted head turns slightly as if he just noticed what's behind him.

"I advise you stand down and surrender," he says to whoever's doing the shooting. "The delegates are out of your reach. Further violence will not have a favorable result."

The only response is an increase in the tempo of the blasts.

"Very well."

With his back to Milliways and his massive encounter suit blocking the Door entirely, it's pretty much impossible to see exactly what his return salvo is...but there is an impressive flash of light and an even more impressive BOOM as he steps backwards into the Resturant at the End of the Universe. The Door swings shut with a quiet click.

"That," he says as he turns to face the room, "was most unpleasant. It is definitely time for tea."

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

You know the drill...the Door opens.

Well, here's a face that hasn't been seen in a while. Not only that, but he appears to be in an unusually bad mood.

The Ranger pauses as he strides through the Door, but then stalks out the Back Door to the lake area without even a glance at the people around him. He had left his previous location with a determination to get away and regain his equilibrium and, by Valen, he was going to do that.

He strides into the treeline without pause. Once there and out of the immediate view of the Bar in general, he stops. Anyone who happens to be passing by might be surprised to see his body...dissolve. It whips apart in a fury of iridescence, only to reform into a hovering sphere of white light, occasionally shot through with other colors.

Perhaps not the most inconspicuous way to attempt centering given the falling twilight, but he doesn't particularly care at the moment.

cheevy.livejournal.com

Here are two faces recently absent! Miniver and Draco have come out of hiding and are down in the bar together. Miniver is practicing spells, with Draco looking on and making sure he doesn't accidentally cause any major damage. They have tea, and are very botherable.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns, tag one or both, just specify who!]

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

Well, look who the Door dragged in!

An encounter-suited Anla'shok enters...mildly surprised.

"Well, as much as I love your cooking, Ship, I believe I have some people I need to touch base with. I hope you don't mind."

A pause...then a nod of his helmeted and masked head. "Yes, we'll get back to trying to calculate a hyperspace portal here. I promise."

The Door closes behind him and he moves fully into Milliways.

ami_imperfect

People might notice when the door to Milliways bangs open.

They might notice the angry shouting coming from the other side.

And they might notice the small, black-haired girl dashing through the door and taking cover under a bar stool or something before the door closes.

After a couple minutes, the girl comes out of her hiding place and looks around.

"Whoa. This doesn't look like an abandoned warehouse."

Welcome to Milliways, Dani ~~Phantom~~ Fenton.

OOC: [My apologies, but slowtime for sleep is necessary. I'll respond to tags tomorrow.]

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

Commitments must be kept.

A little while ago, the Ranger offered to assist Sergeant Wells in ensuring the safety of the Bar. Tonight is the night before Full Moon. Therefore, this night finds him outside, perched on a rock about half-way between the woods and the Back Door. His hands are crossed in front of him, thumbs just touching, in a meditative pose.

But meditation does not mean he is unaware of what passes around him.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Nathan was talking on a cellphone, and opened the Front Door. He was too distracted with important phone calls, and trying to take care of things to pay attention.

"Look, do whatever you have to keep this out of the press. Not one word gets printed while I get this straightened out, and make sure Peter's name isn't mentioned at all." He ordered into the phone as he strode in. And then heard a beep alerting him that the signal was lost.

"Aw hell, not today." Nathan started to turn to leave, but the door was already gone. "Dammit! Not today!" He closed his fist like he wanted to hit the now smooth wall, and then decided to go for a walk out back to cool off. The phone was hastily stowed away in a coat pocket while he walked through the bar toward the Back Door.

Feel free to catch him before he goes out back, or run into him outside.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

The Ranger walks up to the Bar and places a book on her countertop. He slips a note inside the front cover.

Dear, Danny.

There is more to Anla'shok training than the physical. I believe this would be a good text to start you off on the more intellectual portions. Don't worry. I don't think you will find it too boring.

Your friend,
Loa

"If you would please give Danny this next time you see him, Bar?"

The book vanishes.

"Thank you."

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

The sun is setting over the Milliways lake. The air is crisp and cold, and snow covers the ground in a thick blanket. However, there is a large circle of ground where the snow has been cleared away. In the midst of it, there is a person wielding a metal pole in some type of martial arts form.

He is also shirtless and barefoot, but he doesn't seem to be noticing the cold much.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

Bet you didn't see the Ranger slip in, did you? Well, he's here.

In fact, he's at a table with a pot of tea and two denn'boks. One is collapsed on the table in front of him, looking rather like a small, rather over-technophied can of something. The other is in his hands and extended while he inspects and oils the joints.

supaahiro

Hiro has -- made himself comfortable. Sure, by doing so he fell asleep in a boothe, but-- still. The guy's had a long (confusing, squee-filled) day. Still, he woke up to the bustling of bar and began to stumble about, realizing:

He has only the vaguest idea of where he is.
He has no idea how to leave, because he can't seem to find a door out that doesn't lead to SCOTLAND, or it's equivalent.
He needs a shower.
He's famished and this place has the best waffles on God's green earth-- or, well, the multiverse.

He's decided to pursue problem 4 -- one and two will sort themselves out but waffles wait for no one. No one.

Though, he does wish Ando were here. It's probably make communication easier. His english drastically improved... what with six months with his prettier teacher... but... Miscommunication is bound to happen. Ando would fix that. Ando's English is EXCELLENT. (Because of the American porn!)

For now? Waffles.

[Back room canon post applies; will be wrapping up slowtimes on other thread... if you have a thread there unfinished, please don't tag here. Everybody seems to want a little Hirolove, so take turns, plz! Love!]

goinghost.livejournal.com

Danny had a cast on his wrist. His parents and Jazz had been immensely relieved to find out he was okay when he got home, and coming up with an explanation as to why he looked like he'd taken a tumble down a cliff was easy with how trashed the town was. ("I was downtown--got hit with some of the rubble, but I'm okay.") They got him to the hospital, got his wrist in a cast, and took him home, tucking him in and babying him for a bit, before leaving him with Jazz and heading out to clean up the city--sending the remaining ghosts back into the ghost zone.

From their calls back home he and Jazz found out all the portals were clearing up.

Good.

Peace and quiet was a rare commodity indeed.

Before he could relax, however, he desperately needed a shower. He had to take a bath instead because of the cast, with his right arm in a plastic bag and rubber bands on it, to keep it dry. That was annoying.

He would've gotten into his pjs and gone to take another nap, but the bar had other plans.

As such, a lightly bruised teenage boy with wet hair, and wearing naught but a towel and a plastic-bagged, rubber-banded cast walked into the bar, still brushing his teeth distractedly with his good hand.

He blinked his eyes open. When he realized he wasn't in his hallway, he stopped brushing and went scarlet, turning to the door as it snapped shut behind him.

"I sfpill gav to sfpit!" he said to the door around a mouth full of toothpaste mange, his toothbrush still being juggled in his hand as he made sure the towel was secure so no one could see his rear. He tried to open the door and when it wouldn't, he kicked it, then started hopping because he'd hurt his toe. "No fwair!"

But of course this sort of thing would happen to him, considering his pants went clear and fell down at the most inoppurtune times on a regular basis.

Embarassment was his life.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

The Door opens.

Rather it's shoved open by a dappled, grey nose. Said nose is followed by an equine body...a filly not quite a year old.

"Cai! Come back here!"

The filly whickers playfully and trots quickly into Milliways. There is a mildly irritated man in robes who follows her.

Let's all welcome the Ranger and Cai back, everybody.

goinghost.livejournal.com

Despite the icon, Danny is not showering in the bar. However, he had taken a shower before coming to the bar, and it'd been a painful shower because hot water + bruises + scrapes and cuts = "Nngh!" so he'd had to take a cold shower to sort of sooth everything and because they didn't make full-body icepacks, as far as he knew.

Amity Park had not a pleasant place lately. "Not pleasant" meaning that he'd been full body-slammed into a brick wall by an angry ghost thanks to a random ghost portal popping up in the middle of the Amity Park Mall. The random ghost portal had appeared because of the rapidly thinning edges of reality caused by a certain building-who-dare-not-speak-its-name that was still channeling psychic energy and heralding the approach of an evil God.

Understandably, this made it so Danny had a pressing need for rest and relaxation.

So, after his shower, he'd bundled himself in towels and shuffled into his room, shuffled into his pjs (falling over while trying to get the pajama bottoms on), shuffled off to find Jazz, who'd patched him up as best as she could ("Stop wiggling!" "Stop--ow--prodding me where it hurts!" "I'm making sure it's not broken!"), then shuffled back into his room and grabbed his laptop to chill out and play some computer games until he zonked out and drooled on the keyboard.

Of course, guilt kept him from chilling out properly, what with the fate of the world at stake, so to compensate, he shuffled out of his room and to the kitchen to shuffle down into the basement to grab some ghost-hunting tech and shuffled it back to his room so he could simultaneously veg out and feel productive working on it.

He never got to the basement, because the door randomly changed from leading to the stairwell to leading to Milliways.

While this was great for the whole vegging out thing, it made him siiigh, as more random portals were a sign that reality was becoming just a mite too thin.

The pajamed, bandaged, exhausted teen superhero plopped onto a couch, ordered a shake from a passing waitrat and settled down with his laptop to play some World of Warlords (which was like crack in game form as far as he was concerned). He couldn't play Multiplayer in the bar, but he could still play single-player adventure and fight mode against the computer.

"--Dude, no fair!" Tap tap tap of the keyboard. "Ha! Bonus life!"

As long as people were conducive to his chilling out, he didn't mind company.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

OOM: After this conversation with a certain ghost-hybrid, the Ranger returns to the Species Restoration Project and makes his report.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

Whistler makes his way out from the general area of the Bar with a very smug expression on his face. He's got a remote control in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he says, his voice raised just enough to carry a reasonable distance, "I would like to announce that the Milliways sound system is officially online and operational. Will those of you who have philosophical objections to classical music, the composer Carl Orff, or bass sound powerful enough to clean the tartar off your rear molars at twenty paces please give some serious consideration to being somewhere else? You have-"

He makes a show of checking his wristwatch with two fingers.

"-oh, I'd say about ten, nine, eight..."

At the count of one he rather theatrically points the remote control in the direction of Bar and jams his thumb down on the Play button. And the place is suddenly FILLED with music.

The bit about the teeth is a slight exaggeration. It's not that loud... it just feels that potent.

[OOC: Windows Media Player sample available here, Real Player sample available here.]

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

There is a Ranger at a table, observing the show outside the Window.

On the table in front of him is a glass teapot, a steaming kettle, several cups and some little green nodule things.

Company, as always, is appreciated.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

And right after that, the Door opened again to admit a tired but relieved at being done with work Ghostbuster. He also had sore fingers. Maria was teething. And he was wondering if there was beaver in the family tree somewhere. A kid should not be able to *eat* a playpen.

He blinked and shielded his eyes at another arrival.

"Yo buddy, lay off the high beams will ya?" He yelled.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

The Door...remember it? That fickle fetcher of frenetic friends of fortune?

Well, it just opened and admited a ball of light.

It's a sizable ball of light. If it were a pumpkin, it would make one really, huge jack-o-lantern. However, there is a decided lack of orange...much more white with hints of blue and gold flickering and swirling through it.

Our friend, the floating, luminescent orb, freezes mid-float. And anyone with an ounce of psi-sensitivity can probably hear its reaction to its arrival.

Valen's name!

The thought is tinged with a feeling rather like that of a practicing nudist who has just realized he didn't notice the "Did You Remember To Dress" sign on his front door.

flyingsister.livejournal.com

Katara was sitting at the bar, poking at her food. She'd asked to be surprised with something different.

The strange, slimy blue mess had been a little more overwhelming than surprising. As for her drink, well...nothing that green was supposed to fizzle.

She was really starting to wonder why this place kept drawing her in. For one, she didn't understand the rules. At all. A healer here was supposed to let someone die if they didn't want treatment? That just...it didn't make any sense. Obviously, if they didn't want it, they should just get it anyway and maybe once they were healed, they could deal with it more rationally, and...

And that was supposed to be wrong, helping people, taking their hurts away.

She still didn't understand it. She didn't like that she didn't understand it. It made her feel like a child.

Then there were good people with monsters inside them, eating away at their souls...who didn't want help, and dead girls who she wanted to be friends with--who she already cared about--and who she couldn't be friends with without having to make complicated decisions because they were involved with people who she didn't want to be her enemies.

The only person that just made her feel warm and welcome was the woman in white, Blodwen. (She reminded Katara of her mother, kind words in a soft voice, willing to extend that kindness to strangers, just because. No strings--Katara never understood why people expected to OWE things).

It was simpler at home: train Aang, stay on the move, help people along the way, help each other. Neutrality wasn't the thing to fight for--Balance was.

Even if home did have its own complications--but at least there she wasn't alone in dealing with them. She had her family: Aang and Sokka, and now even Toph.

That was why she was going home, after this.

Hopefully the bar would get the idea and not bring her back.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

Cai is sleeping in the stables. Now free from his self-imposed responsibility, the Ranger walks by himself in the moonlight-drenched lakeshore. He feels...itchy. This is his first time Bound, and, although he knows it is for a good cause, the restrictions chafe. Meditation on the slumbering plants, the rippling lakewater and the twinkling stars doesn't provide adequate release. He knows what will...but he's only done this once in Milliways. And that time it was only to aid in its defense.

But sometimes you just need to get naked.

He stops and stretches out his arms. Human form dissolves into white light shot through with the occasional rainbow. This isn't the furious hydra that helped beat back the Mistwraith. Gossamer wings unfurl from the form, poised to carry him into the air, and a song rings out audible only to the mind.

When the Vorlons 'showed' themselves, everyone saw something different. Humans have not manipulated races as the Vorlons did, but they've become rather Vorlon-like in many respects. Who knows what any patrons wandering around the lake might see.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco's been around, keeping a low profile to avoid Blodwen as much as possible. Certainly not taking any chances with his Animagus form for the time being. He hoped his ruddier skin, white-blond hair, and Persian styled wizard robes would be enough to hide him some. The dagger was sheathed, and stuck in his mint colored sash, along with his purse, and a bag with potion ingredients. He was seeing about transfiguring some of the Bar's silverware into more daggers or other possible weapons in a booth toward the Back Door, out of sight of most of the Bar. Though he still had a fair view for observing as well.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

The Ranger is in the Bar feeding Cai when something makes him nearly drop the bottle. Cai, sensing his reaction, shivers and huddles up against him. After a moment of weathering the blast, he reaches out reassure her.

If only he felt reassured himself.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

The air of the stables is thick with the scent of hay and horse. A certain Ranger is wandering down the center, looking curiously at the nametags on the stable doors as Cai trots at his side.

He is looking for one name in particular. A certain horse with a mysterious owner.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

The back door opens to admit the Ranger. The filly he brought to Milliways a few days ago gambols at his heels. She is much cleaner, has filled out slightly and seems to have pretty much accepted him as her "mother".

The Ranger heads over to the Notice Board to put up a sign of his own. An identical copy already hangs in the stables.

Attention Horse Owners

I am currently seeking both stud and broodmare services.
Generous compensation will be given as well as the personal satisfaction of helping to save a noble species from extinction.
If interested, notes may be left at the Bar addressed to "Anla'shok Spero", or you may simply track me down.

The notice is signed with a picture of a Ranger's badge. If you touch it, a small hologram of the Ranger appears.

That business taken care of, it's time to prepare for more business. The Ranger finds a quiet table and orders mare's milk and blood oranges from a passing waitrat.

No, he still doesn't see anything wrong with having the horse in here.