milliways_bar | Entries tagged with wolf

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

Well folken.

It would appear as though someone has given a small child, with a tail, some Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.

So if you get run into or over or under by said small, tailed child, blame Ray Stantz.

Feel free to try and catch said child, if you are so in the mood.

Anyone with a nose who knows Wolf or Garion, will notice that the boy smells like them.

gone_byebye

One of these days Ray is going to get a good night's sleep again, but that would require him not being subjected to sudden and massive doses of Perspective. Like, for instance, coming in from out back yesterday and realizing I just had an extended conversation with WHO? Oh, he's dealt with Things Man Was Not Meant To Know, and he's fought eschatological deities in multiple different universes, and he's been coming to Milliways long enough to have met several of the Endless; he's used to Great Big Things of Great Big Power. It's just the part where his survival instincts finally show up after the fact and inform him that yes, you, the teeny weeny cosmically insignificant little ant at the base of the El, trying to understand all of Chicago (so to speak)- you, little ant, just had words with something that literally thinks on a multiversal scale, and it seemed to actually pay attention to you.

Unicron sorta made an impact. It doesn't make for a good night's rest. Ray's gonna be wearing the Mr. Stay-Puft slippers today along with the cargo pants and the Ghostbusters company T-shirt, and trying really, really hard not to think about the implications of being the unofficial human ambassador to the Machine Order of Life.

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

The door opens. On the other side are poorly lit stone hallways.

"This isn't the kitchen! OH. THE DOOR!"

Wolf whirls around and checks the door to make sure that it will open. It does.

Commence with the BIGGEST sigh of relief just about anyone has ever seen. It would Not. Do. to get Bound.

"Hunh. Not much has changed."

little-miss-sue.livejournal.com

If you've seen her, you know her.

If you haven't seen her... you probably know her as well.

Mary Sue, as she is known by some, has entered the bar again, this time from the upstairs...

[ooc: please make sure to tag all Mary-Sue related threads with 'Mary Sue Must Die', thanks!]

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

"Bacon and eggs and... whad'you want, little guy?"

""Hungry?""

""Yes! 'cakes!""

"A short stack, lovely."

The food appears, along with a sippy cup of apple juice.

Hunter squeals. "" 'uice!""

"Thank you, Bar." Wolf strokes her surface before cutting the pancakes into Hunter-sized non-choking pieces. The bebe tries to grab some with his hands and gets gently pulled back from the food. "Here you go, pup." He zooms a forkful into Hunter's open mouth.

"" 'cakes!""

Nomnomnom goes the baby. Wolf munches on a slice of bacon.

http://users.livejournal.com/_purple_crayon/

Sometime when Prue wasn't paying attention, Harold got away and went outside. There, he found FROGS. And frogs are FUN. He followed the frogs, hopping delightedly. When the frogs reach the water and hop in, well..three year olds have the memory of a goldfish and all of Snow's warnings kind of flew out the window.

Several minutes later there's the sound of a large dog barking frantically and lots of splashing coming from the side of the lake. But if someone looks? There isn't a dog or anyone in the lake. Just the sound and the splashing.

[OOC: Really. There is a purpose. I am not being cruel. Oh, and it's not plotlocked either.]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

The door opens with a crash as the Rivan King runs in. He obviously didn't expect to be running into Milliways, but relief breaks on his face as soon as he recognizes where he is.

"Well... that was certainly helpful."

*I do make things EASIER on occasion.*
If only to balance the many many times you make things incredibly difficult.
*Well... yes.*

He looks chagrined for a moment before looking around. There are difficult ways and easy ways to do things, dignified ways and simple ways to do things. As was usually the case with the Rivan King, with Garion of Riva and once of Faldor's Farm, he went with the easiest... and the simplest.

"ANY FRIEND OF MINE. ANY PACK MEMBER. ANY PARENT. ANYONE WHO WOULD WORK AGAINST SOMEONE WHO HAS STOLEN A CHILD FROM HIS MOTHER'S ARMS." And he considers for half a second, weighing a couple of things in the back of his brain before finally belting out "AND ANYONE WHO'D LIKE THEIR BAR TAB PAID IN FULL" He's not against mercenaries. "COME SEE THE TALL BLONDE MAN WITH THE GIANT SWORD AT THE BAR."

Pause.

"AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."

Cough.

"PLEASE."

[ooc: If you'd like to get started before they finish talking, the threads are here]

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

Good morning, Bar, how are you?
I hope you're feeling fine.
I'd love to stay and talk but it's almost 9 o'clock,
and I'm missing a pup of mine.

Wolf, looking for Harold.

Feel free to ask him what he's doing, since he's basically walking around sniffing.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

It's been a long while, but Jason is back in the Bar proper. He's curled on a couch cradling a small Danish child, reading to her from a book of faerie tales.
They must not be too graphic, because Laerke is curled happily against him hanging on every word.
But feel free to interrupt.
[OOC: As there has been Stuff and Being Away, please Ping Jeffiner42 before tagging. Say thankya. P.S. This is the muns muchly belated Milliversary post, as the 5th 'till now has been swamped.]

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

It's good to be back.

He's missed this place.

So! That means, since Virginia is still asleep and the bebe is not, Wolf anna bebe at the Bar, having breakfast! (Bebe with dark brown hair just like his parents and a shorter, scruffier version of a tail just like Daddy's) And also Wolf writing a note.

( For Gil )

woolonyourface.livejournal.com

It had been such a long, long time.

After Virginia has been hurt by Gaston, Wolf had taken her through the door to New York City, and Sara had followed after, Wolf had taken Virginia to the hospital.

Then there had just been waiting.

In the meantime, through sheer luck, Sara had found a kind New Yorker who got her to the hospital.

On the brink of death, Virginia and Wolf's baby had to be urged towards the Light by a still-Q-powered Smeagol.

And lo! The baby and Virginia were fine. And the drooly (tailed) baby boy was named, appropriately Hunter. Sara found the right hospital shortly after.

Unfortunately, their troubles weren't over. The police were suspicious and Virginia had no idea how they were going to foot the bill. Thankfully, the spell from the Dragon Dung beans was still on the Murrays, and the rich family took care of the Lewises while Virginia recovered.

Until the cops came.

However, the family made it. A shimmering mirror appeared, set into the door of the bar, and Virginia and Sara came stumbling through, hand in hand. Virginia was a little pale, as if she was recovering from illness, although Sara was bright-eyed with excitement. Right after the two of them came Wolf, carrying a six-month old toddler in a baby-sling, a baby bag over his other shoulder.

Now, all they had to do was go to Snow and explain their absence to Harold. And hope that he'd forgive them.

"We're back!" Virginia exclaimed happily.

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

Smeagol knows something is wrong. He just does. And it's probably not the omniscience, because he blocks it out, and he's had feelings like this before, and it's that that makes him open up to the omniscience just as he finishes walking down the stairs and into the bar.

He comes to a slow halt halfway across the floor, rigid as a plank, staring ahead at nothing with a growing look of horror on his face.

A labored sigh, a moment of blankness, and quite suddenly, Smeagol disappears.

Just this once, he's going to make things right.

gone_byebye

Having discharged most of his obligations, Ray went home to New York last night. This morning, with any luck, won't impose too many new ones. But you never know, which is why he's fortifying himself with a proper breakfast- by which we mean 'an enormous amount of Lucky Charms cereal' and 'enough bacon to make a cardiologist wince'.

Okay, so it's not a proper breakfast in any sense of the word. Shut up.

creator_raven

Raven is curled in a booth, idly sketching complicated patterns into a notebook.

He looks fairly absorbed in his work, but there is a pitcher of juice and several glasses on the table, as well as a plate of pastries.

He may be inviting company.

jack_inthegreen

Jack is in the bar. Due to a note left with the bar earlier, he looks more amused than ever.

He's reading a seed catalogue and making notes about temperate zones. Fascinating.

bedside-manners.livejournal.com

Janet walks down the stairs from her room, glancing around as she heads toward the bar. She is not smiling as brightly as usual even though, on the outside, it seems like she is her usual self. Janet has been up in her room for a couple weeks after finally remembering her death.

She actually feels quite comfortable being back in the bar now and her spirit lifts a little. She takes a seat at the bar, relaxing more than she has in quite a few days. It's easy to forget that you're dead when eating a turkey sandwich and drinking lemonade.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche is in the bar with a chocolate milkshake.

called_lioness

Lucy is in the bar.

There is no tea, though. Just water, as she sits by a window, looking out across the room.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace and Lilly together in close proximity is worrying even at the best of times. The sight of Lilly carrying a huge overstuffed duffle bag and Ace carrying the knapsack she generally keeps her explosives in, marching out the Lakeside door together, is downright frightening. Perhaps concerned patrons should stop them and find out what's going on.

oops.

They're gone. Best chase after them.

[Summary: Lilly and Ace head off to the far side of the lake, where they meet up with Alain before beginning to blow poor defenceless stuffed creatures to tiny bits. (slowtimed). Bebe!Charlie stops them before they get out the door, however, for a brief conversation on exorcising childhood demons. Poor bebe!Charlie. Claire glomps Ace with news of Sawyer's confession, and the conversation eventually turns to astrology. Wolf also wanders by, looking for Andrew Largeman. Alas, neither of the girls have seen him.]

slayer_fray

It's a big place, Milliways.

How big it is has never been determined. It has far too many dark corners, for one thing. The number of booths seems changeable. Sometimes a normal human can cross the bar in a matter of seconds, sometimes it seems to take an age for a superhuman to do so. Sometimes there' a few feet available above the rafters, sometimes the space aboce it dark and shadowy and goes on for ages. There's only one fireplace, and yet at any one time there can be half a dozen people sitting there. Each one alone.

Betcha didn't think a place like that could have a centre of volume?

Neither did Mel, but there she is, anyway, sitting corss legged on a red knitted mat hovering in the dead centre of the room, drinking a milkshake.

Funny that.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

A small boy appears through a painting in the middle of one wall and bounces towards the Bar.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

someonesdog

The creature that enters the bar is a very attractive, sleek coated golden dog, rather wolf-like in appearance, but a clear pedigree. It has it's nose to the ground as it enters, but looks up instantly at the sudden change in environments. The door slams shut behind it as it turns to leave.

The thing about the Front Door, which many peopel may not have registered, is it doesn't have the kind of door that can be operated easily with paws.

There is a wolf in the bar, and it's not leaving anytime soon.

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

See the ~~man~~ ~~animal~~ Wolf walking around, occasionally cleaning tables as they need to be.

There is something different about him, today.

He's wearing jeans. Dark ones. They go well with the dark red button-up shirt. His tail is sticking out of the jeans, just below the hem. Hmm. Must be Milliways jeans.

Why yes, Virginia did decide to see what he would look like in modern clothes.

~~If you ask her, he looks pretty damn good.~~

Summary: Wolf wears mundy clothes! Woohoo! Gaston approaches Wolf about being the next Lefou. Wolf declines his offer, and tries to go back to work. Gaston sees tail, flips out. In the following series of comments, these things happen: Venkman shows up to provide ~~comic relief~~help, Wolf gets his life threatened a few times, Wolf calls Faith over, Edmund shows up, Virginia and the unborn baby get threatened, Wolf gets Rather Upset and "wolfs out," Garion shows up, there are a few attempted attacks, and Gaston gets his ass kicked and is: tied up with Faith's bra, bitchslapped by a hysterical Virginia, and hauled off to the clinker.

someonesdog

Two things may or may not be noticeable about the person who enters the bar.

The first is her good looks, her mane of ash-blonde hair, and her ample figure, revealing herself to be a young woman.

The second is a combination of her attire: brass chest plate and helmet, chainmail shirt leather skirt and boots, , sword at one side, a pair of white paddles tucking into her belt at the other; and her walk, a gentle, steady footswing that could be kept up forever, and can be only be called proceeding. She is also a watchman.

However, the second she walsk in, she stops, mid-proceed, one foot up, and glances around, alert and wary.

Sergeant Delphine Angua von Uberwald has entered the bar.