milliways_bar | Entries tagged with the revenant

A man cloaked head-to-toe in dark blue and gray pauses in the Doorway.

"Well, it's certainly been a while."

He shrugs and makes his way to a table, where he orders a light salad and settles down to examine some papers he was carrying.

basic_powers

Few days ago Tyler came into the bar from one hell of a two days. He got to have a good therapuetic talk with a Marine, and ended up getting carried to bed.

Thanks to the wonky time-physics of the Milliways halls, he's just gotten up to a late breakfast. Ofcourse the moment he sat down on a stool to order, a big stack of pancakes, whipped cream and at least five kinds of fruit in between the layers. Nevermind the previous statement, it looks like someone got creative and made a castle out of all the ingredients listed.

No way he's going to be able to finish this on his own. Little help here?

ever_lovin

Ben is sitting a table with a bowl of rice, sheets of dried seaweed, slices of avocado, raw tuna and a bamboo mat, or is it a bamboo place mat? He carefully grabs a piece of the seaweed with a pair of Thing sized chop sticks and lays it on the bamboo mat. He, then, grabs some of the rice and spreads it out on the seaweed to be followed by the avocado and tuna. He brushes it with some sauce and then rolls the mat carefully, biting his tongue in concentration.

Wait, is Ben making Sushi?!?!

[[Tiny tags of horror and fear: Wilbur Whatley, The Revenant]]

bitunlikely.livejournal.com

Pent up energy is never a good thing. And while Jenny has found some old and new ways to expel such, there's nothing like her favourite. Which is why she's outside today, dressed in new clothing as provided by Bar (tank top and shorts, all brightly coloured) and running around the lake.

So far, going for runs outside has proven to be much nicer than running through the tunnels of Messaline. Actually, everything has been much nicer than the life she was born into.

...she'll probably give you an excited rundown of that everything if you stop her!

[ooc: mun stuck on train all day, please entertain!]

[tiny tag= jenny (doctor's daughter)]

basic_powers

Little boy, at a table with his homework, eating a big plate of paradoxes.

Nothing abnormal about this kid.

Except this is a place where everything is pretty gosh darn abnormal.

Let this kid know he needs to work on his ability to blend in.

alertcommando

The door opens, as usual, and Tanya steps in. But this time she does not just go sit down, but pauses, grins and heads out again...

Take two, the door opens and Tanya wheels in a rather large military-issue travel chest, settling it down near a table. She moves the cart back out, and now comes to sit down and orders a meal.

She has goodies for someone, but anyone curious can have a peek after asking.

[ Tanya Adams ]

alertcommando

Outside.

Lounging on a rock, Tanya watches the night sky.

Tomorrow she will go back home to fight. Tomorrow.

Tonight, she is just... well, relaxing and hoping for something.

[ Tanya Adams ]

slightlymonkish.livejournal.com

[oom: Mr. Monk is Officially on the Run.

Spoilers for 6x15: Mr. Monk is on the Run, part I.

Millitimed to this afternoon! Also: Monk has not been reset. He is just coming to you from 10 years in the future, AKA his mostly-current point in canon.]

[ooc: *waves slowtime flag* Will pick up tags in the morning!]

Monk's been running through the woods for fifteen minutes.

His orange jumpsuit is torn. He's got dirt on him. He's got leaves in his hair. Twigs have left scratches on his face.

His lungs and legs are cramping but he's still running, and he won't stop until he's sure he's in the clear.

Eventually, the sound of the barking dogs fade. The sound of the sirens also fade, and the woods suddenly look different, somehow.

He jogs to the edge of the forest, stopping once he's in the clear, and realizes with no small amount of shock that the forest he just came out of is definitely not the forest he first ran into. It doesn't matter, though, because no one's following him, so he sits on a dead log near the lake in order to catch his breath. He hasn't yet noticed the building in the distance, hasn't yet realized where he is.

Welcome (back) to Milliways, Mr. Monk! Hopefully, your escaped convict garb does not send the wrong message to anyone.

(Who wants to help a guy break out of his hand & foot cuffs?)

justiceoverlaw

The Nightmare Detective has a mystery on his hands.

Namely, how the heck do you open this wall?

When he saw the hidden panel open several minutes ago, it was preceded by the sound of a small dog barking. He's tried imitating this, but either it's not an auditory signal or he just can't do it well enough for the device's sensitivity.

The other most likely option is that the sound heralds another, soundless signal, as with a beeping car door opener. This means the lock can receive a remote signal. Unfortunately, just before the Revenant came here, he was out fighting OMEGA operatives, and his utility belt is stocked for combat, not B&E.

Right now, he's checking along the nigh-invisible wall seam for manual controls. The crack is rendered a little easier to find (and the whole business made rather urgent) by the fact that the end of his cape is stuck in the darn thing.

basic_powers

In the rafters of the bar, you may hear the sounds of footsteps and winded-breathing. Or the odd objects resting on the rafters left by various other patrons (abandoned plastic mugs, dishes, forks...) now displaced and making a down trip to the floor.

Do not be alarmed, you are not being stalked. There's just a gadget-hero in training practicing being invisible while running and jumping.

(note: patrons of the highly animal sort -will- smell something young, human, and sweaty in the rafters.)

kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com

[OOM: He's a little tired.]

"Oh," he says, looking around. "Well."

It's nothing too unusual; he's certainly no stranger to bars, and this is clearly, if nothing else, a bar. He clears his throat and straightens his tie. The constant nudge in the back of his mind is gone, and he feels more relaxed than he has in years--no one waiting, no one watching.

He might as well have some fun.

justiceoverlaw

Hmph. Well, he was planning to change clothes (so to speak) and head down to the gym before heading out for the night. That's before the Door grabbed him, of course.

Fortunately, Milliways is not without training options. There's a vigilante in the rafters, practicing acrobatics and occasionally breaking it up with chin-ups.

{tinytag: Revenant}

[[OOC: Please ping the mun when you tag, because she is packing to move and needs to hear the alert noise.]]

basic_powers

There is a young man who is pointedly not brooding in a corner of the bar, scribbling in a notebook.

After getting sucked into here a second time, he's decided to put this enforced leave time to use.

What's he writing exactly? Well, you'd have to ask him to find out.

{Tiny tag: The Revenant}

Current Mood: annoyed

justiceoverlaw

The Nightmare Detective is stretching slightly as he comes through the Door; he just spent several hours sitting at the computer, tracking down a rather subtle fraud operation involving several major corporations. (He suspects Synaptica, but he hasn't got anything solid yet.)

Next step, of course, is to do something about it - raid a few offices, and deploy a sneaky little program to gum up the digital works. But even vigilante detectives need snacktime.

The Revenant blinks. "This certainly isn't the kitchen. It'll do, though."

justiceoverlaw

The Revenant ducks through the doorway, shuts the door softly behind him, and allows himself a moment to catch his breath. There shouldn't be anyone on his tail anyway; most of his flight from the scene of his latest confrontation with OMEGA has been via grappler, to minimize footprints. He's fourteen blocks away now, and the police cars are still heading towards the villains dangling from lampposts, so he can probably relax a bit.

Certainly enough to take stock of his surroundings.

"Huh. For a building that looked like a warehouse from the outside, this is surprisingly classy."

ay-el-ef.livejournal.com

ALF has been on a quest to a far away land.

It is called "Hollywood," and his quest consisted of going, "If you want me to work with that dork Carey, you'd better provide a nice Siamese gift basket!"

Luckily, as will surely thrill everyone, he has returned, and is currently eating a can of dog food.

No, not the dog food.

The can bit.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy is cradling a mug of hot chocolate between her hands, and slowly unwrapping some green tea candies; it's a lazy afternoon -- her day off -- and she's enjoying the cold pale sunlight, so different from Houou's.

ay-el-ef.livejournal.com

On Melmac, it's considered completely normal to go into a bar and attempt to eat any stray rodents you may find.

Which may be why the wait rats flee in terror when they see one Gordon Shumway, aka ALF, enter, yelling over his shoulder, "Willy! There's no use in getting upset! The skin will grow back! And you look good without eyebrows! It matches your hairline, which may I say, has starting receding a bit lately?"

It's entirely possible that's a phone book that flies in over his shoulder before the door closes behind him.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy is perched on a barstool, sipping a milkshake. Her legs aren't long enough to reach the ground, so she's swinging her heels back and forth like a metronome. A metronome in zoological toe socks.

ay-el-ef.livejournal.com

So an alien walks into a bar, and tries to abduct every patron in the bar.

Luckily, it ain't this alien.

Or this bar.

THIS bar has one Gordon Shumway enter, looking around.

"Hey! Milliways! I haven't been here since my 100th birthday. ...I think I'm allowed back in by now. That felinoid race is extinct. A fact I had NOTHING TO DO WITH."