milliways_bar | Entries tagged with vesper lynd

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ Vesper leaves. ]

This is James Bond.

This is James Bond in a booth.

This is James Bond in a booth with a very stiff drink.

This is James Bond in a booth with a very stiff drink and a very foul mood. Foul moods tend to happen when people leave him again, when people die, when people betray him, when people dig up feelings he doesn't want to deal with. Thus, he has the drink. Later he will stand up and finish packing, and later he and Sarah Jane will walk out into his London to test themselves on how well they shack up. That's later. Right now is the drink and the foul mood.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ Le Chiffre's insinuations rouse Sarah Jane's curiosity. Unfortunately for her, she has a penchant for falling into bad situations. Fortunately for her, she has a boyfriend with a penchant for saving the day. Warnings for torture/violence in the second link. ]

There's nothing out of the ordinary about what happens next.

It's just the figure of Le Chiffre being hurtled down the stairs and into someone's table.

Nothing out of the ordinary about that at all.

[ plot locked! see back room post for details. feel free to have your pups react in separate threads--also, if you want to start conversations in the reaction threads, go right ahead! :D ]

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ In flat 007: on Valentine's Day, James and Vesper discuss the things that are getting in the way of their relationship, while not addressing the elephant in the room.

Days later, Vesper has an announcement that may simplify the situation but complicates things emotionally, and the elephant in the room is finally adressed. ]

callitavesper.livejournal.com

The beverage of the day is decaffeinated coffee. The seat of the day is a booth. The entertainment of the day is another game of solitaire. Of these three only the game fails, partially, at its function. James can't stop himself from indulging in occasional people watching. People can be more interesting than cards.

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

Thusly, there is Vesper Lynd.

Who, rather then drinking away her troubles ~~Like certain people~~ digs deep with her existential literature.

Hence why she is in the bar, hair hanging in her eyes, fingers tapping on the table as she turns a page. All she's missing is a cigarette and she could easily pass for someone gothic, or someone nihilist.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ Last Saturday, James and Vesper went upstairs to their flat to have a bit of mutual cooking and flirting.

A few days later, room 007 recives a new tenant. ]

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

In regards to species normally found at Milliways Bar at the end of the universe:

Fig 1 A lone female figure watching the universe end. Distant look suggests contemplative thoughts, loose flowing hair suggests comfort and security. Hands twitching and drumming on the table suggests nervousness or boredom. Copy of "Lord of the Rings" in front of her suggests that she attempted to allieviate symptoms of boredom and failed.

Sighing, Vesper runs a hand through her hair and grimaced.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

When he gets back to the condo after helping Michelle pack up Tony's things, it's obvious that Chris is still at work, the apartment silent, except for Coco's enthusiastic greeting. It's too silent, really, something he realizes quickly as he wanders around, looking for something to do. Something to take his mind off the memories packing up Tony's things had stirred up. He can't concentrate on TV or a book, can't settle to anything.

What he really wants, right now, is a drink.

Jack glances at the pantry door, the door leading to Milliways. He's not sure he's really going the be the best company at the moment, but he doesn't want to stay in the silence of the apartment. In Milliways it's always easier to forget things for a little while at least. There are enough distractions that he can talk with people, even smile and joke around a bit at times, putting his concerns aside for a moment.

As the silence closes in on him, the decision seems easy and he heads for the door to the bar, stepping into the noise and the light gratefully. heading for the bar he grabs a drink then makes for a table where he can keep an eye out for a few people.

He's there if anyone wants to stop and chat; he might not be in the greatest mood, but he's definitely looking for something to distract him from that.

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

(Millitimed to last weekend: OOM: After escaping from HRG, Nathan ends up landing at a diner where he meets Hiro. There's brief intros and convo in the diner, followed by another one on the ride back to Vegas.)

Nathan seemed to be of a mixed mood. On the good side, he met an amazing woman. Bad side? She helped set him up to be taped for blackmail material. But in spite of the tape, he turned it into another good side by demanding double the money from Linderman, figuring he was worth the price tag. And he's got this flying under control. Bad side of that? People are taking too much interest, and now supposedly New York's going to have a very bad day in a few weeks. And let's not forget the election. The one that he might win via 'mudslide-o'. Hmmmm....

Want to play poke the politician? See how high he jumps?
And if he lands on the floor again?

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

You miss certain things.

But she's vowing to not be distracted. Except for the fact that the observation window is always distracting.

So there's a woman who's become dragged in by the observation window's view on her quest to look for a certain member of the male sex.

You could tell her that she's blocking traffic, or ask if she could sit down? She's currently standing in front of a table and watching a burst.

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

"In every society, in every collectivity, exists--must exist--a channel, an outlet through which the forces accumalated in the form of aggression can be released."
-Franz Fanon

And it is in human nature to attempt to build upon structures rather then tear them down. Consequently, this morning Vesper Lynd left Bond to sleep and went outside in a big wooly winter coat to take in the splendor of the sights outside the bar.

It is beautiful. How could it not be beautiful? There is no absence of life or lake of fire. Nothing that what she expected.

But to someone who once had the world at her fingertips, it is small.

But rather then cry or seek out male company she is-trying-to cope using one of the few outlets she has. Piano.

It's Mozart. Or it might be. She's also got the piano score to "Smells like teen spirit" but she can only hammer out a few bars of that.

Now however, she is taking up space, rifling through spare sheets of music.

You could tell her she needs practice, suggest a new outlet, or suggest a book. Bar still refuses to give them to her.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

James Bond is

A) at the bar, drinking his 7th vodka martini.
B) smoking by the Observation Window.
C) in your base, killing your dudes.

ANSWER: B

happy-footed.livejournal.com

A penguin walks into a bar.

"Ow...!"

It's a very low bar. It also happens to be in a bar. And the bar that isn't a drinking establishment isn't so much a bar as a dowel between chairlegs that was called a bar in order to make a bad joke. This is sad. As is the penguin rubbing his noggin with one flipper.

Nah. The penguin's just sort of cute. He does, however, look a little confused as to what he's doing here again in the Land of Not Cold Brown Ice That's Not Ice and Featherless Penguins Who Aren't Penguins.

Current Mood: confused

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ Upstairs, in room 007, James and Vesper have a talk. ]

badinlatin

Mal's been looking forward to his first bartending shift for the past couple of days -- reading up in a drinks guide Bar lent him has given Mal plenty of distraction while on Serenity, when he's felt the need.

He steps behind the bar and swings his coat off from around his shoulders, hanging it up before changing the specials on the blackboard behind him.

Specials of Earth-that-Was

Any drink with a name of a place from Earth-that-Was. For the folk not from Earth, I suggest:
Singapore Sling
Alabama Slammer
Moscow Mule

A wide grin, "Wèi, Milliways."

[ooc: I will be here forever. Tag tag tag, with a side order of threadhopping. :D! Any questions, ping 'stephmuji'.]

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Another evening, another scotch, another chair by the fire, another collection of short stories. When Malcolm makes his request to Bar tonight, he ends up with a collection of Montague Rhodes James. Halfway through "Oh, Whistle and I'll Come to You My Lad."

So please not to be approaching the shrink while covered in a ghost-like bedsheet, thank you.

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

Vesper is doing some thinking.

Really deep and serious thinking. Which does not look at all attractive if you think about it.

So she's sitting on a barstool dividing her attention between the bar and the fire place, seemingly oblivious to the cup of tea that's now gone could at her elbow.

Every once in a while she stares wistfully at the piano.

Please excuse the puppet who's emo might or might not be invading your thinkspace. She doesn't mean to stare, it's just....sort of happening.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

It's cold outside, as Sarah Jane has discovered for the umpteenth time tonight. But she had really wanted to go for a jog. It hadn't worked.

So now Sarah sits by the fire, nursing a warm cup of tea as she watches the flames. Her notebook sits nearby, covering a copy of War of the Worlds.

locks_it_up

There are three things you need to know.

1) There's something shaped like a woman on a stool at the bar.

2) She loves you.

3) She's drinking a White Russian, and each sip puts a small smile on her face.

And that smile could light up the room.

(That smile could take your breath away, and never give it back. It's what it does, really.)

[OOC: Closed to new threads, please. She'll be back.]

takeusnorth.livejournal.com

He may be new around the place, but there are certain advantages to having friends who've been in the bar before. One of them is knowing that it's safe to hang around for a while. Which is why Riley's curled up in an out of the way booth with a bowl of cold cereal.

Hey, it's a better meal than he gets most nights. And it's hard to find Froot Loops in zombie-infested grocery stores.

Current Mood: calm

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

Little known fact. 85% of BondGirls have brains and hobbies beyond their profession and the man they usually costar with.

In seeking solace and trying to come to terms with her new station in life and place in the world, Vesper Lynd has found the piano.

Everybody takes lessons of some kind, she just happened to be one of the millions of people the world-over who've taken piano lessons?

So she's playing something soft that requires focus. The rest she'd need sheet music for.

It sounds a little something like This -but occasionally her hands over over keys before choosing the right ones. It's been a few years since she's actually put concentrated effort into playing.

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

[OOM: A Reunion between Bond and Bondgirl ends as most things involving Bond do]

Vesper gathered that this bar was rather casual, but that didn't stop her from dressing to the nines. Old habits and all that.

So Earlier she asked bar for something to wear to dinner, which prompted a slight "WTF?" on the part of bar, but you had to look your best. If anything, she wanted to make the right impression on these people.

So for dinner tonight, Vesper Lynd is wearing a Chanel ensemble that makes her feel terribly silly and wonder where it's coming from and who's paying for it. vowing to look at her tab, she takes the stairs, enters the room, and positions herself close to the bar, running a finger through her hair to place it behind her ear.

She wanted to get the lay of the land before her companion came downstairs. Please pardon her if she's staring intently at you?

badinlatin

Mal, thanks to one Shepherd Mulcahy, does not have a knotted pile of yarn with him this evening.

Of course, he doesn't have his knitting needles tonight with him, either. Instead he has a book.

Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.

~~Blame Ro.~~

Bother at will.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

The bruise is gone now. This is a good thing. The shock isn't, though. She hit someone. The fact that he hit her back is almost entirely disregarded. Suzi Darley hit someone.

This is Suzi's thinky face. She's very, very thinky right now.

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

[OOM: Death isn't so very sweet for Vesper Lynd: Ex BondGirl extraordinare.]

So there's a door that opens and closes.

And the attractive, dead, and female population increases by one as a woman in a red dress takes a cautious step into the bar. Wiping her eyes with a hand, she examines the bar proper for a moment, taking in all the patrons, before she steps away from the doorframe to watch it vanish

"......You know." Vesper Lynd says, putting an elegant hand on her hip, "...I expected it to be warmer then this. And not be so...so.."

"...publike"