milliways_bar | Entries tagged with xaldin

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is sitting in the bar with a sign. Xigbar wrote the sign and it reflects his taste in speech. However the sentiment is correct.

Wanted: One professional shrink who's okay with magic and shit.'

freezeitwithice.livejournal.com

Days in Castle Oblivion have a tendency toward the featureless. Vexen's view rarely changes; if he emerges from the stark and sterile world of his laboratory, it is to wander the stark and sterile halls of the upper levels, or at other times the darker but similarly repetitive - if convoluted - hallways of the basements. The neophytes rarely visit the realm that the Chilly Academic calls his domain, and he does his best to avoid theirs when at all possible.

Mixing the neophytes with the founding members of Organization XIII has been, in Vexen's experience, not dissimilar to dropping a chunk of pure caesium into a bowl of water with the lights off.

But aside from the occasional explosion, run-ins with the neophytes, and visits from his Superior, Vexen's non-existence is relatively quite and undisturbed. He's left to his own devices and spends his days in blessed quiet and solitude.

It's no wonder that when he steps into the bar, he looks... surprised, to say the least. It's crowded, it's far darker than he's used to, it's loud, and it's warm. All things that are immediate strikes against the place in the Academic's book. But in the past decade, he's seen stranger things and been to far more unusual worlds.

Which means that he's pulled his mantle of unflappability back around him within short order as he presses further into this strange new 'world', or whatever it is.

A scientist must never turn away from an opportunity for the acquisition of new knowledge.

[OOC: Mun has to leave at 12:30AM MST, but feel free to tag and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. X3)

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is just hanging out in the air above the shoreline of the beach, reading. His book is a brown leather one with no visible writing on the cover and appears to be handwritten. The person who wrote it had really fucked up handwriting in Xaldin's estimation. He wouldn't mind in the slightest for there to be an interruption of six.

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is in the bar wearing a dress. There are no bar things making him do so. He just felt like it.

He hasn't shaved anything. And is a very hairy man.

monthly-gift.livejournal.com

Mother Nature is behind the bar this evening, not a gift in sight (she's got them on autopilot). She waves a hand at the specials board and a pretty, flowing script embellished with green vines and flowers appears.

TODAY'S SPECIALS

Summertime
Springtime
Atumnal Equinox
Winter Tropic

See? Not a single Bloody Mary on the list!

[[ooc: Open for new tags until 8 o'clock p.m. MST! After that time, any existing tags may be prone to slowtime.]]

lady-of-athens.livejournal.com

That owl is --

-- yes, that one there --

-- it is eying you something fierce.

Or it might not be, that might just be the way its face is stuck, but it --

-- oop, there goes its head, 270 degrees.

(Show-off.)

Seriously, though.

It was definitely staring at one point.

living-vamp.livejournal.com

There's a living vampire relaxing on one of the couches, idly sipping at a tea and flipping through a gun magazine. She's giving her friend some time to cool down, and trying to get used to this place.

Come introduce yourself.

[tiny not!bitey tag: Ivy Tamwood]

piperaceae.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Pepper's been in the bar - call it a long stretch at the office - but she seems glad enough to be back.

She's settled herself at one of the tables, occupied by a Rubik's cube that she's carried in with her from the other side of the door (not something she usually has, but one of the many odds and ends she's found lying around the Malibu complex. It's half-complete, if one were to give an estimate, and every now and then she turns some of the blocks with a few satisfying clicks, putting another square back in its place.

Her attention is (a little unevenly) divided between the cube and the many patrons of the bar. For once, she hasn't brought in any of her work with her, but from the expression she's giving the cube, it seems she might as well have.

[ tiny tag: virginia 'pepper' potts
ooc: open until it scrolls! ]

hands-of-blu.livejournal.com

Herr Engineer figured out how to divide by zero today.

The Medic didn't think it was possible for anything to leave behind the body parts that were all that was left afterward. And this is a man who regularly works with Herr Demoman.

He's been asked to put aside the transplantation experiments and look into whether cloning from said handful of parts might be scientifically feasible. The handful of books he's got on the subject are... not promising. Hence there is an extremely grumpy-looking German fellow at a table by the window, with a small, well-emptied glass and a tall, skinny, strong-smelling bottle close at hand.

A day doesn't have to have the RED Pyro in it to be one of those days after all.

[tinytag: BLU Medic]

mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com

Damian wasn't surprised to find himself alone by the time night fell. Whoever chose to be in Nathaniel's bed near dawn was usually up and about long before he rose with the setting sun.

Now, however, he has taken to the grounds surrounding Milliways... or, more accurately, the skies. Usually he isn't keen on levitating where he can be easily spotted, but the desire to feel the wind in his hair is too much to ignore tonight. It is one thing that reminds him a little of the sea, though the air doesn't have that salty density to it. The sea has been a comforting thought throughout his long existence, even though he hasn't more than glanced it in centuries.

He loses himself in the sensation of flight, letting his mind go blissfully numb for a short while before picking an inviting, sturdy tree and sitting high in the branches so he sways lightly with the pulse of the wind.

Escapism can be a wonderful thing sometimes.

He's botherable by those who can climb well (or don't need to climb in order to reach him). He has no intention of coming down from his perch.

[[ooc: Primarily slowtimes, as the mun has an appointment and a worsening cough... plus homework. Slowtimes welcomed! ^^]]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

A year ago today nobody [Nobody] fell out of the Dark Paths in the back with a cohesion rate of 1.2%.

Today Somebody falls out of a tree [to be fair he did go to sleep in a tree - just not that tree] and lands in pretty close to exactly the same position as the Nobody a year earlier.

Dilan's skin is far darker, though. And while his face is twisted in pain it's because of the hangover which makes his eyes bloodshot and has the vein pounding in his temple.

[O-o-one day only, for his Milliversary. Xaldin's Other. He's going to be dismissing Milliways as 'not the weirdest hangover dream I've ever had' and forgetting everything that happens in any threads threaded.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

It's been a while but Xaldin is back. He's been quite busy and the slightly dishevelled appearance of his dreads gives mute testimony to that. There are little flecks of white in them as well - a side effect of the enheartening and the stress that he acquired when he was able to care about all that he'd done.

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin has taken a seat near the fire. Sort of. It's between two of the chairs near the fire, and up about thirteen feet. Plenty of space for someone to walk under him, and plenty of space to spread paperwork out. He's got floating coffee things, too, with enough cups to share if someone should ask.

[Tiny tag: Xaldin]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is completely recovered at this point, and engaged in a discussion with the bar over what appropriate casual wear to a 'modern' Earth is.

This would be the tasteless led by the wooden.

Help would not go unappreciated.

[The Wind Cries Tag: Xaldin]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Getting sick was, for Dilan, a like-clockwork situation. The right time of year came up, he got the same symptoms as the years prior, he made his excuses, took his time, and spent fourteen days in bed.

What this means is that Xaldin, upon realizing that he's feeling a little woozy and has developed a very specific kind of headache, is in the bar writing notes furiously so that people who might otherwise be worried will know where he's gone and what he's doing.

( To those concerned, )

Then he settles down just above a table, watching for Lexaeus. (Aeleus always, always, came to help when Dilan was sick. He's fairly certain Lexaeus will as well.)

[Any threads assumed to take place prior to the Lexaeus thread.]

[Ill-humoured tag: Xaldin
Tiny-my-ass tag: Lexaeus
Licensed tag: Charlie Monroe
High-strung and geeky tag: Billy Kaplan
Strong, hot, and competent tag: Pepper Potts]

justcallmefee

Fiona's been watching the observation window out of the corner of her eye, trying to reconcile the vision of the universe tearing itself to shreds with the occasional patron slipping out the back door onto the shore of a northern lake. Woods. Mountains. Ice and snow.

Fiona has nothing against woods and mountains and snow. But it's not Miami, where even the winters allow for sleeveless dresses and sandals. Snow reminds her of Sarajevo and being belly down in the ruins of what had once been a farmhouse, her cheek pressed to to the cold metal of the rifle, adjusting the sights with numb fingertips... Her mind skitters away from that memory. No, best to stay in here where there's a toasty fire place, good liquor, and any number of interesting people to talk to.

"Excuse me?" The waitrat she's addressing wheels around gracefully, grinning, adjusting the white cotton towel draped over its arm. She hopes he's grinning. Those teeth make her nervous. "Tea?"

The waitrat nods and gestures, small or large?

She ponders. "Bring a pot of good Chai, milk, fixings?"

The rat nods, whiskers twitching, gestures is that all?

"And several cups. In case someone decides to join me." She watches as he disappears in a flurry of tail and ears.

That done, she slips into an empty seat close to the fire, with a low table stacked with several books. Every so often she glances back at the observation window, still bemused and not a little disturbed by the surreality of this place.

[tiny tags: Xaldin, Croup & Vandemar ]

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

Riku's sitting at a table near the front, his boots plopped on the desk, writing furiously in a notebook.

He's concentrating so hard he wouldn't notice if a giant tried to sneak up on him. He's so confused his hands are shaking. He's so pissed off that he wants to punch the wall until either the wall or his fist breaks.

He's just figured out something about his friends and enemies and the bar, and he has no idea what to do about this knowledge at all.

And Ansem's voice, over and over, shooting daggers into his head and heart:

I told you so I told you so I told you so

[OOC: Warning for a not-quite-right Riku, and the possibility of having to deal with Ansem.]

[tiny tags: wanijima akito, billy kaplan, zexion]

Current Mood: aggravated

kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com

Something is strange. There's a walking, talking, mouse behind the bar. He's wearing a black cloak as well. He wipes off the bar top while standing on a few boxes.

The board behind him says:

Tonight's Specials

Mickey Mouse
Cherry Cheesecake
Cheesecake

Have at!

theunsmiling

Michael's nostrils flare as she enters Milliways, throwing her helmet into an unoccupied booth. Her navy blue windbreaker follows, leaving her clad in a black T-shirt stating 'Rock is dead. Paper killed it'. The waitrat that runs over to her table several seconds later is treated to a baleful glare which fades slowly.

Very slowly.

Her brother is most vexing, particularly when she has no idea what his agenda could be. Forgiveness is too simple and Michael--

Well, Michael is still spoiling for a fight. Sometimes. Reluctant as she might be to admit it.

But she'll order a sandwich, regardless. And maybe spend some time reading a book on Tarot. Jason has been teaching her, and it seems rude not to put some effort into it. He's a good man.

[ooc: Open until it falls off the front page.]

[tinytag: Michael, Xaldin, Billy Kaplan]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is in the bar just in case any of the local allies and assorted have seen the sign he put up the other day and want to talk. He's got protective jewellery to give them if they did and do.

thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com

[OOM: Xigbar and Xaldin have the best fucking Christmas ever. No, like. Seriously.

Warning for smut and schmoop.]

[Xigbar, Xaldin]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin enters the bar and tacks a notice onto the notice board. It is written in large, even handwriting that can be seen from pretty much anywhere the board is visible.

Attn: Org. XIII (past & present) & associates
Roxas has arrived.
Note: I am the one who has made this public knowledge.
Xaldin, III of XIII, the Whirlwind Lancer

With luck, that will keep the little ~~bastard~~ Nobody from attacking anyone else who happens to know and like the other Nobodies (past and present).

[Tornado tag: Xaldin]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin comes in through the Dark Paths to check up on the people he's been in contact with lately. He doesn't plan on staying terribly long, but Zexion and Billy at the least should be checked on regularly.

[Tag of great cheer: Xaldin]

bluespells.livejournal.com

Billy has managed to stop fussing with the corner of the bar he set up for later (whee Millitime) long enough to drop off their joint gifts.

( For Tommy )

( For Xaldin )

( For Xigbar )

( For Larxene )

( For Demyx )

( For Bart )

( For Jenny )

( For Dinah )

( For Kate )

( For Will )

( For Arnold )

( For Teja )

( For Esfir )

( For Spoon )

( For Charlie )

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Packages left at the bar for

( Teja )

( Billy & Teddy )

( Demyx )

( Mia )

( Pepper Potts )

( Yunno )

( BLU Medic )

( Axel )

( Zexion )

( Ace )

( Lexaeus )

( Larxene )

( Anyone else who has provided conversation and offers of help )