milliways_bar | Entries tagged with trowa barton

Jim looks like he's skiving work today, dressed in a cheap suit (ugh) with the tie discarded on the next seat and a laptop in front of him. He's added a pair of reading glasses to the mix (if anyone should notice, they have genuine lenses which are giving him a headache, but needs must), and generally has the air of someone taking time out to complete an important project.

He's actually doing nothing more complicated than debugging an encryption program, but it gives his hands something to do while his mind puts people into position, and stops him considering just how many ways human incompetence could mess things up. It's a long game and they're only on step one of it, but the final act is shaping up nicely in his head. In the meantime he has about a year to kill, so there's a rat on a repeating coffee run and he has nothing but time. Do please come and be interesting.

[OOC: Open through the weekend! <3]

3nanashi

Usually when a door opens to Milliways by surprise for Trowa, it's the afternoon or evening. Today, it's chosen the door between his bedroom and the kitchen.

At least he's not in pajamas.

Trowa blinks once. Then he fails to shrug, and heads towards the bar.

He's not planning to stay for too long, but he might as well get his morning coffee here.

(And people-watch, of course.)

not_the_cavalry

A woman walks through the door. She doesn't stop, and you'd have to be watching her to notice the brief hesitation in her stride.

Her shoulders relax and, while she glances at the message board, she continues to the Bar. She sits on a stool, glancing across the room.

She looks like any middle-aged businesswoman who just got off work, and is trying to figure out just how far she can push the definition of weekend. She casts a glance of mild impatience behind the bar, presumably for the absent bartender.

She's not exactly a business woman, and it's definitely not her day off. She just walked out of a level-six classified archive, and she is very lost.

[Please see this note for details about her appearance/movement/etc. :) ~~Hi, Milliways!~~ OKAY I love you all and I will tag as quickly as I can, but POST CLOSED <3]

maxwellsdemon02

About five years ago, Duo Maxwell showed up in Miliways. Not for the first time. For the last time.

See, his timeline got a little mixed up, thanks to Milliways. But it's all come full circle, now.

Duo left his past self a warning. He should have been a little more proactive about it.

Tonight, the front door opens, and Duo darts in, shutting it quickly behind himself. He's wearing a faded t-shirt and jeans with ragged cuffs and holes in both knees. All his clothes are streaked liberally with what looks like thick, black dust.

There's a yellowing bruise that spreads from his cheek down to his jaw, and his lip is scabbed over. His eyes are bright and feverish, and he is holding his left arm stiffly to his side.

He glances up sharply, noticing exactly where he is, and then sags a little against the door. "Christ," he says. "Really?"

cutting_edgex23

At some point during the day (or night) X makes her way inside, settling down at a table with a sandwich, a glass of milk, and her laptop.

She looks a lot less skittish than she has for the past several weeks.

She may also be looking up maps of the Paris Metro.

Preparation is important. Especially when dealing with the Facility.

04_after

A boy of around ten walks into the bar, pushing the door open with his shoulder as he reads the book in his hands, and stops.

He looks up. Yeah, he thought this wasn't his house. Too many male voices, and most of them speaking English. It's a ... restaurant? Okay.

Quatre stands in the doorway, torn between suspicion and wonder. His clothes are dusty, but it's still a very expensive three-piece suit in blue, missing the coat.

[OOC: Adult Quatre will not remember any of the threads that occur -- too much time & other things happen. He speaks English, but his first languages are French and Arabic, which I will indicate in italics. I am posting this because this week has been shitty, so I may have to slow/drop :) <3]

daringyoungman

There's a faint blue glow coming from one of the darkest parts of the rafters. Which is pretty much all you can see of the teenager who is up there. Robin has his holo-projection screen in front of him, and that's what's making the glow.

What he also has up there is his T-minus device.

turbingTurdus has signed on

turbingTurdus has signed off

turbingTurdus has signed on

turbingTurdus has signed off

turbingTurdus has signed on

We hope no one's got a sound alert for this.

[Young Justice!Robin]

hasthehighground

A guy dressed in black jeans and a worn purple t-shirt opens the door, and takes a half-step in. One foot over the doorway, and one foot in his world, he glances sideways to use his peripheral vision. Yep, apartment still there.

Huh.

"... Sure, why not," he says. He steps in, hesitating for the briefest of moments before letting go of the edge of the door so it closes behind him. Clint rubs his hand over the short hair on the back of his neck, and steps to the side of the door so he's not blocking it. He realizes he stands out, but a door showed up in his apartment. He's pretty sure it'd be weirder to not be confused.

[OOC: Clint has been re-set with a new mun! Hellooo. He is post-Thor, pre-Tesseract babysitting duty. Please don't spoil him re: the future.

~~Catch me in crackchat at the moment as TLvop~~, or check out the contact post in his journal -- I'm prone to slow, but slowtimes are A+ awesome :)]

hadyougoing

[in the cells:

"It's driving me nuts. Not knowing."

"No harm done."

Ava conducts an experiment with Baby's assistance. Andrew and Trowa drop by.

The results are inconclusive.]

3nanashi

The elevator door opens, and Trowa slips out.

Nothing gets attention faster than trying to sneak around. (Well, besides heavy ordnance or standing in the middle of a room and yelling.) Accordingly, he's looking bland, and unconcerned, and letting himself fade casually into the background. Old habit.

There's grim wariness deep in his eyes, though, and he's moving with an underlying purpose.

Also there are a couple of long shallow scrapes in his forearm (and sleeve), from which blood is welling sluggishly. If they look like something tried to bite him, like maybe a large dog, that's because something did.

[OOC: Plotlocked, please and thank you!]

hadyougoing

[in the garage:

i've been swingin' around me
'cause i don't know when you're gonna make your move

Trowa and Ava play a game.]

10552trees

A small, brightly colored whirlwind bursts in the door, following an uneven trajectory toward the far side of the bar, and, unusually for a whirlwind, shouting: "You can't catch me!"

Then it stops, suddenly enough to be a traffic hazard.

"This is a storage room," says Ikki, wrinkling her face. "Why is it bigger all of a sudden? Who moved the windows? What's that?"

"Who are you?"

hadyougoing

So Ava took her ibuprofen and went to bed in a foul mood. Then she woke up, also in a foul mood, got held up in a two-hour line at Fyarlbucks due to a demonic caffeine riot, and remained in a foul mood all day.

This is how she ends up coming back to Milliways, taking a shower, and retreating to the dance studio with a dagger the size of her forearm.

Ava's homework was to find a comfortable, natural place to wear the Dar'Misu dagger and scabbard and draw the blade until the motion became fluid. She is very, very far from that right now, possibly because she's been running around at night summoning and killing demons with a freakishly tall moron who takes demon-killing advice from demons. So she puts up a sign on the dance studio door: CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS.

Then she gets to work.

Ava's been told to wear this thing at her right side, which makes her feel like a pirate. She toys with trying to sling the scabbard around and wear it on her back, but she can't quite get it to sit right. Plus, wearing a weapon on her back like Zevran makes her feel ... like Zevran. Isn't there a way to be sneaky with this stuff?

Ava settles for the right side and, eyeing herself critically in the mirror, starts to withdraw and replace the dagger more or less according to what Zevran showed her.

Seriously, Ruby clearly never even told Sam why she wants Lilith dead.

If she had a good reason, why not share?

[ooc: open until i fall over! if you think your character would poke around the dance studio, or they can smell demonically influenced kids, orrrr they are skeptical of handwritten signs, TAG TAG AWAY. ping merky dee with schemes dreams and tagging questions.]

all_er_nothin

The sights don't stop with the dance floor.

Once you move past, you'll see a number of carts and booths spread with home brews, fancy treats, wares, and games. There's a maypole out by the lake. Closer to the paddocks, a little corral is in order where pony rides are on offer. A horse-drawn cart and buggy are on standby to take folk around the lake.

Every free corner is filled with some delight. It's sure to be one hell of a party.

Won't you dust off your finery and come join us for a spell?

cutting_edgex23

X slips in through the door to Milliways, hesitating on the threshold even as she pins her Security badge to her belt.

Her gaze scans the room once, then again --

And only then does she make her way over to Bar, settling down so that there is absolutely no way her back can be to the room.

Then she watches.

Everyone.

When she has the badge on her belt, that is her job.

3nanashi

Trowa's been intending – judiciously, after plenty of discreet study of other people's use and reactions – to investigate this Trollian thing. He doesn't really trust tech he doesn't understand, but after a certain point you can only learn about something hands-on.

(Look, you'd be cautious too if your personal history contained an AI that drove incautious users to paranoid psychotic breaks.)

So: he's acquired a Trollian device and a set of instructions from Bar, and taken both to a table in a back corner. He's keeping an eye out for the grey kid with horns that the announcement mentions – he's seen a couple of people of that description around the bar in the past, though never spoken to them – but not with any particular urgency. Mostly he's just studying the device with interest and a certain amount of well-hidden wariness.

Especially after he starts the thing up, and it informs him that he's logged on as pseudonymousFunambulist.

[OOC: Feel free to tag in person or via Trollian! Trowa's color is #4A6E00.]

stilljustandrew

Two figures emerge from the corridor that leads to the Security Office, moving slowly. It's Ava Wilson and Andrew Wells; they seem tired, or stiff, or dizzy, or possibly all three.

Wait.

Make that three figures. Sort of.

Perched on Andrew's shoulder, alert and looking around, is a familiar arachnoid shape.

[Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both!]

puckishly

Acting on the advice of his asshole boyfriend, Puck has procured paper, quill and ink. He is currently sitting smugly atop a table, using the inkwell like a pot of finger paint and daubing impressionistic thumbprints all over the top sheet.

The fairy looks almost as if he is daring the universe to bother him-- at Milliways, a dicey proposal at best.

He is so winning this bet.

[ooc: Robin Goodfellow, having bet Coyote he can avoid speaking for an entire week, is currently extremely botherable. Do your worst, people! As always, ask questions if you got 'em.]

knightoflight

( a jet walks into a bar... )

3nanashi

[Some nebulous time ago, but well before any recent apocalypses:

Quatre's fretting again.]

hadyougoing

Ava Wilson is behind the bar, and looking pretty pleased about it. (If somewhat overwhelmed. This place is nuts.) She even has an idea for a theme! Themes make everything more fun, and totally don't have anything to do with her newfound determination to stalk Sam Winchester a little bit.

Nope.

Not at all.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS

Deep Dark Secret - dark rum, anejo rum, kahlua, cream
Spy Catcher - bourbon, sambuca
Ninja - layered shot: creme de cacao, melon liqueur, hazelnut liqueur
Gossip Monger - dubonnet, dry gin, cherry brandy

I've been gone a LONG time. Tell me a piece of bar gossip and your drink's half off, 75% off, or free!

Naturally, she has also put out a tip jar.

[ooc: HELLO SPORTS FANS. I'm here until 7 or so PST, then afk for like ... one hour ... then tagging tagging tagging! Loooove.]

3nanashi

Trowa's settled at a corner table with a book and an empty glass. Eventually he might bother to get another drink, but he hasn't yet.

The glass contained lemonade, for the curious. The book is in Japanese; it's a collection of speeches by a professor and would-be demagogue named Sugimoto Hayao.

Trowa doesn't look as if he's paying much attention to the rest of the room, but he probably is.

cutting_edgex23

[What happened before the EP: We are hummingbirds who are just not going to move. Or: When Futuristic Robots Attack.]

The good news is that none of the three people coming out of the elevator from the garage are dead.

The bad news is that they are sweaty and, in the case of X-23, soot covered. It's one of the side effects of charring yourself to a crisp to test a theory. The short hair is new, too.

She flicks a glance at the two Gundam pilots with her, tilting her head slightly to determine if they would prefer her to choose a table while they take care of --

Whatever they have to take care of. Stashing Duo's go-bag, for instance. Or maybe washing up.

Some people think that is relevant.

3nanashi

[OOM: A few days ago, an old friend of Quatre's stopped by the circus.

Afterwards, there may have been a little bit of gossip.]

thursdays_angel

As soon as Castiel walks into Milliways this evening, he knows something is off.

It doesn’t even take angelic senses to notice it. The slight weight on his head. The tickling sensation on his ear, and the slight obscuring of his vision.

Castiel reaches up and carefully removes the offending object from his head. He stares at the handful of netting, feathers, and fake birds in silence for several minutes.

“I……….do not understand.”

He sounds more resigned than confused.