milliways_bar | Entries tagged with venom

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is actually at the bar proper tonight, rather than in her usual booth, enjoying a lateish dinner and a cup of coffee. She seems, as has often been the case the past few weeks, rather lost in thought, though she isn't particularly melancholy.

Still, company wouldn't be unwelcome.

(OOC: The mun is definitely still open to tags, threads will just be millitimed to before this thread.

Warning for violence and some disturbing content in the 1st and 3rd threads.)

it_has_teeth

In the lake, something is stirring.

Or more specifically, someone.

Ed cuts through the water smoothly, the stark white of his fin silhouetted sharply against the night sky.

He makes very little sound.

noattachments

It's late when Kate Austen and Jack Sheppard finally come down from upstairs. Unlike Jack, Kate hasn't been so eager to leave Milliways. It's comfortable here - much more so than on the island, hatch or not.

But Jack wants to leave, and maybe, just maybe Kate's missing the taste of coconut. Or maybe, she just doesn't want him to leave her behind.

So, down they go - neither carrying much more than they came in with last time. Past Bar and booths and to the door.

[ooc: two pups, two muns. tag one or both, if interested. :D]

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

Behold!

An entrance post.

From a man who is feeling the pull of the door, and resisting with all his might, because last time, well. Last time he went "home" wasn't much fun.

And so. He's sitting in a chair near the observation window. A doberman is curled up, asleep, at his feet.

Approach with caution.

bloodyrockgod

There is a conglamoration over by the fireplace.

Charlie has given Karen, Megan and Jack their presents from India. Jack is now wearing his--an embroidered cotton shirt, green, of course--as is Karen, wrapped up in a pashmina against the spring chill. Megan is playing with her Krishna puppet, laughing with delight as Chris makes it bow and dance.

The grown-ups, though are having a far more serious conversation as Charlie tells Karen and the gods about the strange boy he met the night before. Reading in a nearby armchair, Boromir is pretending not to listen--he's not very good at it, though.

[ooc: multi-pup post. tag one or tag all.]

twiststheblade

A slightly pale and rather red-eyed Miho is sitting, for once not at the bar, but curled up in a very large chair near the fire. She has a book in her lap, but she's spending more time staring at the flames than at the pages. Maybe she could do with distracting. Maybe you should be the one to distract her.

twiststheblade

Miho is perched on a barstool, cigarette dangling idly from her fingers, watching the room.

Valentine is in his usual booth with his usual decanter of wine and glass for a friend.

Jadis is at a table by the fire, eating salad. Yes, salad. She happens to like salad.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Eddie Brock is sitting in a booth, any old booth, picked at random a half hour ago when he came downstairs from his room with a pad of paper and pencil in his pockets, as well as a few pictures. He had sat down and immediately begun scribbling upon the pad, glancing down at one of the pictures he'd laid out on the table every now and then. Occasionally he frowns, scratches out everything he wrote, and starts again, apparently unsatisfied with whatever it is he's working on.

Distractions are welcome as usual.

[ooc: Again, the notice is still up and in effect, so anybody interested can tag here. Same goes, of course, for those not interested.]

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

He's in the bar nursing a chocolate milkshake and onion rings, a sudoku puzzle on the table in front of him, a dog on the floor at his feet. The dog occassionally rolls over, and snorfles in sleep. He rubs her belly with his foot when she does. And occassionally grumbles at his puzzle, or bites his pencil. The milkshake is half melted, the onion rings are long cold and abandoned.

Feel free to say hello. The mun is home alone and would appreciate tags. Also, pain-free, cane-free, drug-free House is actually kind of personable. Most of the time. Actually depenmds on who you are. And you probably know ifhe's going to be irritable toward you in any case *g*

terror-soars.livejournal.com

Terrorsaur knows that his presence in the bar is foolhardy. However, he's beginning to realize how much he misses alcohol.

A large, red pterodactyl hops into Milliways. It's Terrorsaur, but hopefully the people he's trying to avoid don't know that. As he makes his way to the Bar he uses his telescopic vision to read the notice board. He's both disappointed and relieved that there's no public record of his infamy.

He notices Eddie Brock's sign. When Terrorsaur gets to the Bar, he asks for both a datapad and some booze. A can of Enerbooze appears, as does a handheld laptop-type contraption. Into the datapad he types a quick note with his wing-hands.

( For Venom )

That done, Terrorsaur hops out the back door, a can of booze clutched in his beak. His exit is hardly as sneaky as he wanted.

twiststheblade

Miho has discovered something.

Power tools.

Bar will lend her power tools. Well, rent her power tools.

So she is a little way outside, with an extension cable, a bench, and goggles. She's around a little used side of the building, keeping as much out of the way as is possible whilst still being able to reach an electrical outlet. Nevertheless, the sound of cutting wheel on metal can be heard from a way away.

Miho has no respect for conventions dictating the use of heavy gloves and thick clothing. She is wearing goggles, because white-hot shards of metal burnt into an eyeball are inconvenient. (The mun has personal experience. Ow.) But random burns elsewhere don't bother her.

She's just roughing out shapes now, really, although there will be welding involved later. So, if anyone like the idea of very small girls wielding very large metal cutters, come poke her. From a safe distance, please, and make plenty of noise. She needs her fingers.

button-masher.livejournal.com

The door opens and one Tycho Brahe enters, with a small robot on his shoulder.

Stopping off at the bar, to order a basket of fruit and cups, Tycho heads to a booth, sets the robot in the basket of fruit on the table, along with the cups, and sits.

Sits and reads a magazine. About games.

[ooc: canon puncturing rules apply: if you don't want to be punctured, don't tag. :) ping tycho hates gabe if you need to chat]

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

There is an ex-villain in the bar, though he might not admit it. The ex-villain part, that is.

He's once again seated in a booth, surrounded by loose papers and pictures of creatures that resemble monsters, more or less. Every now and then he'll drop a paper he's reading, glance at one of the pictures on the table, and then begin reading again with a vengeance. Anger is a good motivation.

He's also keeping an eye out for anybody who looks ready to burst out into song and dance or simply combust. He's not in the mood for it. Though, seeing somebody combust might bring a smile to his lips.

i_grenfelz

So there's this tab thing.

No, actually, back up a little. So the door opens, and a Hispanic girl with a long braid and a shirt that's a shade of pink not found in nature -- enters.

And she notices the tab thing. Especially the part about "the currency of your choice and preference."

She considers for a little while, leaves, and saunters back in a moment later with a plastic shopping bag that bulges oddly in places.

"Hope you can do the rate exchanges. That oughtta cover Kit Rodriguez, Roshaun-of-the-insanely-long-name, and Dairine and Nita Callahan." She looks at the board again. "Oh, hey, Neets is covered. Cool. Just those other three, then. Especially Kit. Familia and all."

Kit's tab zeroes out, and Dairine and Roshaun's both drop considerably. Carmela, satisfied, plops onto a stool, orders a chocolate shake, and sits contentedly sipping.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Eddie's lying in his booth again, on his back, his eyes half-closed as he gazes up at a small picture held in his hand. It's hidden from view, difficult to see from any angle but his own. He looks like he hasn't slept much, considering the bags under his eyes and all.

Come by and bug him. Or try to peek at the picture. Or simply throw something at him.

twiststheblade

Miho is outside, doing sword kata, with no swords. It's a bit sad, really - although you can almost see the swords, if you close your eyes.

Later, and looking rather morose, she wanders in, climbs onto her usual barstool, and commits introspection with the aid of beer. Screw this not drinking shit. Although, it's not much beer.

***

Jadis is also outside, making the first of her two daily visits to Warglut. She rids him for a few hours, then also comes back inside, cheeks glowing from the cold, wand tucked unobtrusively into the sweeping sleeve of the snow-gown she still wears.

***

Valentine is, as he usually is to be found these days, at the back of a booth, with a good wine, getting pleasurably drunk, and watching the world(s) go by.

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

Bruce sits at a table, papers and a few magazines scatterred across it. He frowns as he reads a paper on the latest advancements in the field of Gamma Energy. No one ever learns from his mistakes it seems. He shakes his head and keeps reading. Distracted geek in the Bar.

cardboard-tube.livejournal.com

Been a while, hasn't it?

When Gabe wanders in, he's certainly not expecting Milliways, as evidenced by his clutching of a rather shiny MacBook.

He freezes, then -- with a minor detour to the Bar to grab some Sprite -- scuttles off to a corner booth to play. Possibly update some ... preferences.

He sure hopes no one saw him.

[ooc: insert usual canon puncture notice here, yo. potential for leeway though -- ping (reinsofworld) if you wanna tag but don't want punctured, and we shall see. *grin*]

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust is sitting by the Observation Window, much as Truman isn't tonight.
Divine Lust / a trip to the unknown
She's watching the Universe die and contemplating the end of infinity. It's ... a daunting thought. That even an immortal can die, that is.
joined in carnal pleasure / Satan's wings cover the Sun
under the candle light / illusions passing through your eyes
divine lust / a world of love and lies

(ooc: No doom here!)

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Eddie's back in the bar again, brooding quietly as he sits by himself. He's sipping some weird drink that pops and fizzes, and he's wondering if it would kill him were he normal. But hey, he's not, and he did ask for 'anything'. Probably his mistake.

His human guise is on him again, because he's really not in the mood for people staring at his teeth.

Come by and bother him. He could use the company.

(OOC: This is possibly Venom's last visit to Milliways for quite awhile. Tag away if you want to, it might be your last chance.)

spin-a-web.livejournal.com

And entering stage right, now, is the besuited and be-balded Peter Parker, the spectacular Spider-Man, one of the most famous men in the whole world.

Who then stops, when he walks into a plce that is most definitely not his home and gapes around.

"What the hell--?"

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Venom wanders back downstairs with a smile. Well, what passes for a smile when it comes to him, which looks rather like the sort of face a predator might make when eying helpless prey. But that's besides the point. The point is, he's downstairs again.

He takes a seat at a secluded booth in the corner, still smiling at a particularly pleasant memory from Mardi Gras.

Feel free to bug the rather bored...man? Thing? Whatever Venom counts as.

sansa-stark.livejournal.com

A young woman in a blue silk dress enters through the Door, her entire body trembling. Two steps into the bar she stops abruptly and looks around.

It's a long look, mostly at the Bar and any who pass in front of her field of vision. She tries unsuccessfully to swallow.

"I...I..." she squeaks.

Welcome to Milliways, Sansa Stark. Please, someone come lessen her confusion. Or deepen it.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max had hoped that bringing a mask down with her would suit for Mardi Gras, as she didn't really feel like getting dressed up. Apparently it didn't. The breeze on her midriff is what tips her off to the fact that her clothing had been changed on her.

Hey, it had to happen sometime.

"Oh, for crying out loud!"

And the trouble with so much exposed skin is that all that nifty writing that had been showing up on her body can be seen.

Well...almost all. Please to not ask what isn't showing.