milliways_bar | Entries tagged with victor creed

"Oh. You came back."

Jean closed the door behind her, grateful that she'd been home and not in the field. However, the number of doors she might find there or down on Krakoa was sizably limited. She made her way to the bar with an unabashed curiosity as she took in the changes of the busy room she hadn't seen in years.

(Or alive. There was always that, too.)

Jean's fingertips slid across the far edge of the stool before she sat down, addressing The Bar. "I think just coffee for now, please."

[ Have yourselves one Jean fresh from Krakoa.
Open until it falls off the page. ]

canttrickmeanymore

Peter decided to hang out in the bar for a few days. He was here, and apparently time didn't move back home (he'd have to actually test that theory, but later), so he was going to take advantage. If nothing else, he could get some homework done and maybe be prepared for that Spanish test he'll likely have next week.

But all of that is for later when there isn't cool stuff going on in the bar - or something.

He's sitting at the bar, having a snack. Quite enjoying it too. And people - or rather, patron watching. There always seems to be something going on for him to pay attention to.

[[mun will be in and out b/c work - yay. also still finishing tags from previous post.]]

abyssum_invocat

One early, early morning, Sinthia comes down to the bar in what most people would consider quite nice lingerie; petal-pink silk satin with lace at the edges, soft and delicate, wrapped in a soft robe. She's tucked into a chair by the cool fireplace with a little packet of stamped metal sheets soon enough, studying them as she listens to the quiet around the bar room. It's not properly five AM yet, but she works steadily through turning the punched steel sheets into a tiny globe-like carriage.

Someone has been reading fairy tale collections to pass the time she can't sleep.

mane_event

If you're sitting an a booth or a table in Milliways right now, this happens:

A lion cub just leapt on to the opposite seat, or another chair at your table, put his front paws on the table, and his head on his paws, and is now looking at whatever it is you've got on the table.

"Whatcha doing?"

5ame_heart

The thing about Rishi Station is - nothing ever happens at Rishi Station. And yet because of its strategic position it's still got to be manned. And the men for jobs like this are... well, they're clones. Fresh, newly batched, shiny clones in pristine white armour and their training still ringing in their ears.

Like... Fives, here.

Fives has just come off duty, and was looking to grab himself something from the tiny excuse for a mess that the Station has, which is why he's not even carrying his helmet when he steps through the door and...

...and does a whiole-body double take.

"What, the..."

Welcome to Milliways, CT-5555.

oldmancreed

Creed stomps in from the back door, shoving snow off his shoulder. He makes a beeline for the bar and orders a beer. A really big one. Afterward, he randomly picks a chair and sits down in a huff.

Someone's having a bad day.

i_am_your_host

Everyone who has come into the bar during the past week or so has received an invitation on a little white card along with whatever they ordered. Some may know who sent it; some, perhaps, even after all this time, may not. Either way, all are welcome. It reads:

Join me, one and all
For a most fabulous and fantastic farewell
New Year's Eve Celebration!

Food - Drinks - Music - Karaoke
Come as you are
Take the stairs or the lift to the 2nd floor
And follow the trail of glitter - you can't miss it!

(All-Night Dance Party begins at Midnight)

Yours always,
The Master of Ceremonies

Won't you join him in ringing in the New Year?

The trail of glitter snakes down the hallway and leads to a pair of black double doors, a WILLKOMMEN - BIENVENUE - WELCOME sign posted on the left hand side. Once you step into the wide, expansive room, you are transported to what seems like an era between eras, a past that has blended with the present.

In the warmly lit interior, classic cabaret tables -- adorned with little lamps with red satin shades -- cluster around a hardwood dance floor, above which several beautiful orbs and mirror balls slowly rotate, casting sparkles of light like snowflakes.

Emcee will be flitting around like the social dragonfly that he is, wearing a black leather bow tie choker, and a white tank top festooned with kisses made out of red sequins. His makeup is, of course, impeccable.

[OOC: Millitimed to December 31. OPEN FOREVER]

omgplsstop

Damn everybody. Damn every single person who has ever gone out of their way to make life hell.

Which right now is about 99% of everybody.

And so, Nichola is in the bar today, at a table with stacks of past payroll reports, spending sheets, earnings reports, and far more numbers than she ever wants to see in her life.

And also waffles. Waffles, as it's turned out, are an absolute necessity for this madness.

irish_vagabond

Cassidy has been avoiding going back home for a while now because of Stuff and Things (a.k.a. Tulip and Jesse) he doesn't want to face just yet. But staying here means building up a tab. Eventually, the Bar slips him the Napkin. Overcome with boredom anyway, Cassidy figures a bartending shift couldn't hurt to pass the time.

Happy Hour Specials
Whiskey
Vodka
Beer

(Cocktails cost extra)

He then pours himself a foamy pint and sits back. Yeah, he knows it's counterproductive to drink while bartending, but eh.

run_barry

Today is a training day, but Barry wanted to do something a little more interesting than running on the treadmill and so he's in Milliways, along with Cisco.

The pair have a brief conversation with Bar which ends with them on the other side of the counter; Barry writing on the specials board while Cisco sets up a chess timer.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Cisco asks.

Barry is all excited grins as he throws a bartowel over his shoulder and nods to his friend.

"Oh yeah dude, let's do it."

Giving a shrug, Cisco turns to the bar at large, cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, "ATTENTION PEOPLE OF MILLIWAYS, HAPPY HOUR IS NOW OPEN!"

Barry rings a finger in his ear, shaking his head at Cisco.

"I'm pretty sure the people would've figured it out."

The specials board reads:

HAPPY HOUR
Drinks in 10 seconds or less, or it's free!

[ooc: Two pups, one mun, tag one and get both. More info on them here.]

just_cant_lose

Jim has been in a pensive mood since he and Sherlock had a row the other day. Which is largely why, when he came in here and saw an opportunity, he ended up letting Wilford make him feel better.

Time's funny in this place; that happened about a half an hour ago for Jim which is why his jaw is only a little bit purple (though give it an hour, because that bruise is spreading fast). He went home but only kicked around the kitchen for ten minutes before deciding nope, and bringing his computer back in here.

But he can't focus on his big number project. He needs to do something for Sherlock because of that row. And also...well.

After a few minutes, he gets up and leaves a note with the bar.

( Sinric )

That done, he returns to his computer, opens up a blank screen, and starts typing.

[OOC: Open for a week or so.]

man_without_fear

The front door opens a tiny crack, like it wasn't properly latched and has come ajar. A moment later a tiny nose pokes through, followed soon by a fuzzy head.

A cat, black and white with wide yellow eyes, peeks into Milliways, meowing to announce this new discovery, then slipping through the crack into the bar.

"No, no, no, no-- "

The door swings wide, pushed open by a man in a black mask, a box of kitty kibble in his hand.

He's too late, the cat makes a break for freedom and adventure, and Matt is left standing in the doorway trying to track the feline as it threads its way through the chaos of the bar.

"Damn it."

There is absolutely no way Claire is ever going to let him live this down.

irish_vagabond

Cassidy has made up his mind to finally go back home to do the thing that he has to do and get it over with.

So he's got his blanket and rice paddy hat that he came in with, all tucked under his arm and ready to go, when he gets a note from the Bar along with his usual breakfast whiskey.

"Seriously, though? Now?"

It's kind of a big tab. So.

"Alright, fine..."

Cassidy sighs and makes his way 'round to the back of the bar. It takes a few moments for him to scrawl something on the board (he's not very creative in this aspect), before he leans against the rear counter and lights up a cigarette.

specials
whiskey
beer
shots of anything

cocktails cost extra

adamantiumloner

The last couple of times Logan has been into Milliways the place was a nuthouse. On one occasion it was overtaken by children and on the other he was set on fire by a gigantic demon. He's hoping for less aggravation today.

When he parks himself at the counter and receives a half case of moonshine filled mason jars, he decides things are starting off all right.

"Kid came through," he says, examining one of the jars.

Digging into his pocket, he pulls out some money and lays it on the counter and keeps a hold of one jar while pushing away the others. "Darlin', give that t'Malbus, an' keep the rest of these for me, wouldja?"

Money and jars disappear and Logan settles back on his stool to open the one jar and take a swig, nodding in approval.

"Not bad."

[ooc: ETA, all other threads timed to before Logan and Creed's happy meeting/reunion.]