milliways_bar | Entries tagged with yuuno scrya

Izumi Ako is at a table sorting through two day planners and a tray of semi-random snacks rated as safe for humans from around the milky way. Arranging to manage your extra time well is hard.
Distractable.

Tyler Darrow is asleep on a couch by the fire because most of his social circle doesn't sleep during the day, but that's when everything else is open and the tattered remains of his circadian cycle have mugged him. New York might be the city that never sleeps, but the people there do.

Jerry Lukacs is folding pamphlets from the INS into paper airplanes and getting ready to go over to the fireplace and toss them in one at a time. Fire is cleansing after all and this will possibly be the most useful things these powers have ever done in their lives.

All pyros welcome.

Yuuno Scrya is the younger model again and looking forward to finally going home. He has a door again, that's a definite bonus, but the knob has been replaced by a series of logic puzzles and memory tests. Anyone looking for evidence that Milliways is a giant psych experiment is welcome to drop by.

Atomic Robo has a theodolite, a tremendous amount of paper and a tape measure and he's heading outside. The map isn't the territory - and Milliways makes that clear - but the map is useful all the same.

Not that it wouldn't be nice to have someone to hold the other end.

Tiny Tagging: Atomic Robo

OOC: Step up and name your poison. Work will be occurring - tags returned after 5 mountain.

electro_kinetic

There is a young girl outside, sitting on one of the plinths of rock that juts out over the lake's edge; she's not doing anything dangerous, just painting her nails--fingers and toes--a pretty blue that goes with both the ponytail and the swimsuit that the Bar gave her.

She's still wondering when and how she's supposed to use it, given the propensity for water to not react well to her...abilities. But the weather's nice on the sandy-beach-that's-warm side of things, at least.

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but the Yuuno that comes through the door looks different.

For one thing, he's taller. For another, he's older. Still, he's here and bouncing, just a little, as he heads over to Bar.

Afterall, who isn't happy to have a chance to tie off a potential paradox?

Botherable - he's just giving himself a present.

Work pause begins immediately, but the EP is open until I give him a new one. Slow time is everyone's friend!

aeons_crackshot

Jackson Harley aka Mr. Saturday has arrived in Milliways. Annabelle isn't keen on anyone she knows being unprepared, so a veritable slew of notes is being left with the Bar.

( Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Chell Johnson, Adrian Shephard, Barney Calhoun, Amanda, Artemus Gordon, Benjamin J. Grimm, Cal Chandler, Catherine Bloom, Demeter, Demyx, Diego, Dr. John Vatic, Ellen, Bob Matrix, Dot Matrix, Enzo Matrix, Jerry Lukacs, Josiah Scurlock, Kate Bishop, Mia Ausa, Moist, Mr. Jacquel, Obi Wan Kenobi, Pam Beesley, Penny, Philip Marlowe, Ray Stantz, Sir Nicholas Fury, Spoon, Teddy Altman, Tyler Marlocke, Valeria von Doom, X-23, Richard Ryan, Petra, Yunno Scrya and the Milliways Security team will have the following note waiting for them at the Bar. )

( Michael Donighal and Jennifer Landers get a different note. )

Duty discharged, Annabelle begins contemplating more pleasant matters. Annabelle knows that she's not very good with words, so she's been considering something physical that she can give Tanya in thanks for, well, everything. Annabelle herself isn't quite...antique enough to have grown up with the Victorian Language of Flowers, but she's familiar with the idea thanks to Jack Tallon. After quite a bit of flipping through various books and some conversation with Bar, Annabelle has made her decision about her gift for Tanya.

( Tanya Adams will have the following appear the next time she meets Bar. )

(OOC: The flower meanings are taken from here or here.

This post is also an EP that is open until it scrolls off the page

Tinytag!: Artemus Gordon, Catherine Bloom, Sir Nicholas Fury, Diego, Teddy Altman, Penny (Penance), Jennifer Landers, Philip Marlowe, Mr. Jacquel, Jerry Lukacs, Dr. John Vatic, Tanya Adams

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but it's time to turn to a new path.

Yuuno was going to Bar for a new external storage crystal.

Yuuno got a yo-yo.

"I promise I'll relax once I'm done," he says, "Please don't make it any harder?"

No napkins, no braille. No response at all.

"Fine. The hard way it is."

OOC: Open while it's on the front!

joan_of_archaeology

There's a strange sound up in the rafters of Milliways, and then the heavy thud of stone falling onto stone. Then Annja Creed drops from the rafters, landing on the floor in a crouch to lessen the impact.

She's still wearing the same clothes she was the last time she came to the bar, but now they're streaked with dirt, and her boots are wet up to her calves.

This is obviously not where she was expecting to turn up. Annja drags herself to a standing position and promptly flops back down into a nearby chair. It's been a long day.

joan_of_archaeology

Makita had been right. The men- and the bullets- had still been there. Luckily she'd held onto her extra magazines and the set of keys.

Annja had made her way from Paris to New York. After a quick stop in Manhattan to make sure there weren't any warrants out for her arrest, she went home.

And then materialized the apparently magic sword that she had accidentally stolen.

And then found out that one of the men she'd been working with in that gunfight was wanted for a murder more than sixty years old.

And then there was the altercation at the gym...

Honestly, Milliways is looking pretty relaxing from where Annja's standing. And she happens to be standing at the door. She's wearing black sweatpants, a sleeveless red shirt advertising Eddie's Gym in bright yellow letters, and a rather bemused look.

She's got a pair of boxing gloves slung over her shoulders, too.

Tiny tag: Annja Creed

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, and he won't be taking many more in these boots.

In fact, forget the whole outfit.

If anyone wants Yunno, he'll be out back in the hopes that what ever the heck is going on doesn't follow him.

Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but you don't always take the same path.

Yunno is hard at work with a box of electronics and a series of textbooks. Well, really he's more inside the box of electronics and ducking out to consult The Encyclopedia of Electric Circuits or an apparent High School text Fundamentals of the Mass Effect: a Modern Approach.

This is what leads to a ferret with a wire wrapping tool humming under his breath and occasionally muttering about advanced physics.

Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya

gone_byebye

"I'm gonna need a towel, please," Ray says to the first wait-rat to cross his path. It's been a long day on the job for him and he's got his usual slime issues, namely: he, his proton pack, his jumpsuit, and nearly everything he's wearing under his jumpsuit is saturated in the stuff. "And a large glass of the quantum blue and a cheeseburger."

The rat squeaks and scampers off, returning with the towel first. Ray rubs his face vigorously before dropping into the nearest chair and unbuckling his pack. "Thanks."

Another squeak.

"Oh, hush. I'll wash up later. It's just ectoplasm."

bythatmuch.livejournal.com

[ooc: I have class in a few minutes, but I'll be tagging sporadically throughout the day!]

You've seen Max on the floor.

You've seen Max in the rafters.

You've seen Max falling over/into random pieces of furniture.

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM TWENTY FEET IN THE AIR?

If you're outside, now you have!

He's been testing out his shiny new zipboard for the past hour. So far, he's doing surprisingly well! He's up a little higher than he'd like, but he's got the board under control and he hasn't broken any bones yet, which is all that matters.

Come one, come all, look upon the flying intelligence analyst and be awed!

[this tinytag is training for the X-Games; Maxwell Smart, Yuuno Scrya]

harmitwithspark.livejournal.com

Larxene paced out of the dark paths with a dark gem in one hand and her knives still brandished in the other. She'd been researching Disney's influence. There had been a Disneyland, and a world, in the world of her new quarters.

An hour or so of observing, and she'd decided to go kill things. Not in the theme parks of course. She wasn't foolish enough to declare war on a Disney facility without some heavy back up and an established apartment in another world.

...and now she was here. The World of Milliways. It'd been a lovely day, really.

[Sparking tag: Larxene]

incognitoracer.livejournal.com

Ladies and Gentlemen!

One! international racing superstar turned secret agent in the bar!

....Sitting casually at a table wearing head-to-toe black, that familiar white X, with a small device projecting a tiny video screen.

It's either a cartoon, a live action cartoon, or some sort of frightening NASCAR.

He's re-watching Speed's Race.

Been doing that for a few minutes now and he could use a distraction.

[Ladies and Jellyspoons! Mun and puppet are here til it goes off the page! please to be accepting slowtime if we suddenly vanish?]

ostro_goth

"... and my deep gratitude!" Teja nods good-bye through the door, then steps fully into the bar, and closes the door.

This morning, when he woke, he felt the need to go back. He did not feel himself fade yet -- but he had no wish to wait for it, or to worry when it would start. It made him realise that he did wish to continue existing. Cats, forge, friends, lovers -- it made the afterlife worth the while.

So now, he is back -- a satchel slung over his shoulder, and a straw hat in his hand.

The first thing he does is take down the notice he had put up when he had gone; and then, he goes out to greet the cats, sitting on a rock by the lake, his arms full of purring fur.

[[tinytag: xaldin, billy kaplan]]

thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com

Yesterday, Xigbar was brandishing weapons and snarling at people in general.

Today, on the other hand, Xigbar and Xaldin are behind the bar. Xigbar is supervising, and Xaldin - he's got the better handwriting - is writing.

Specials
Guess the elemental association and get the drink free.
Air, Earth, Fire, Ice, Illusion, Light, Lightning, Moon, Nature, Nothing, Space, Time, Water

I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
IX
X
XI
XII
XIII

[Xigbar, Xaldin]

[ooc: aaaaaand Happy Hour is over. Thank you very much to everyone who tagged!]

thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com

One Freeshooter.

Inside Milliways. (No, he wasn't there a moment before.)

Guns in hand, and 'suspending' himself about four feet in the air.

"WHERE THE HELL IS XALDIN?!"

[Xigbar]

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Of course, this could just be a clever plot to keep Laini from harassing the waitrats for an evening- who knows. But when the Fox sits down at the bar, she is greeted with a note written on a napkin. She raises an eyebrow, and receives another napkin.

"So I get to choose the specials, then?" Laini grins, and hops over the bar to start looking for a bartending manual. A few moments later, the following appears on the Special's Board.

Today's Specials

Foxy Lady
Electric Fuzzy
Magic Star
Brass Monkey

Best Pick-Up Line wins a Prize!

And to go with the bar-tending job, a new outfit- that is, a cropped white dress shirt, short pleated black skirt, and snazzy silver and white striped socks with black flats. Professional, whut?

[ok, mun is totally crashing. <3 to all! Will tag slowtimes in the 'morrow.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Rachel made a request that Xigbar and Xaldin agreed to without hesitation.

It took longer than he can look at to be able to think again, and now? Now Xaldin is struggling to find his centre again in the midst of the overload. It's a struggle made harder by the fact that he was already synesthetic.

He's seeing sounds and hearing tastes and feeling colors. The breeze is a trill of notes as light as Demyx's finest song, and the rasp of his gloves against his hands are all the shades of lavender. The opening of the Milliways front door is acid-flashbacks and Vexen's fingers at the base of his spine.

There is no way he trusts himself to walk the dark paths right now. He's out back trying to sort all of this out.

[For they have tagged the wind, and they shall read the Whirlwind: Xaldin, Billy Kaplan, Larxene, Yunno Scrya

Post still open but all threads Milli-timed to before Ace's.]

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, or really more of a shuffle. Yunno staggers downstairs into the bar leaning heavily on his staff. It crackles with an electrical discharge. His breath, for anyone who comes close enough, has the baking bread smell that comes with living off of water alone for a few days.

"Whoever thought it would be funny to spot weld my door shut? I'd like to have a few words with you."

Tiny tag: Yunno Scrya

bitunlikely.livejournal.com

With dough and jungle outside, Jenny's decided to spend the days indoors. Specifically, she's discovered the rafters. A really good observation post, not to mention a rather nice place to think.

Because as it turns out, while Rhoden might have the best bazaar in the universe, it lacks a little - or a lot - in quiet areas to think.

Kinda nice to find that her shuttle hatch now doubles as a door to Milliways as well.

[tiny tag: jenny]

magic_ferret

It was just a single step, but it was a doozy.

Yunno's been out back trying to figure out how to fight the plants. The dough helped not at all. Yunno has decided to recuperate and advertise, with a new addition.

Translations
Reasonable Rates
English, Japanese, Ancient Belkan, Mid-Childan
Others with sufficiently large samples
Also willing to trade for combat lessons. Staff or unarmed preferred.

Sign in place Yunno is curled up at the base of the lettered cardboard and napping.

Bother, but give him a moment to wakeup please.

Tiny tag: Yunno Scrya

dark_dancer

The good news: Cata's getting better at the whole workout-stamina thing. She's fairly certain there's a measurable difference between where she's started and now, for all she's still got a bit of work to do.
The bad news: Between the dough (which is damned tenacious, when it wants to be) and the sudden addition of a jungle to the space out back, just trying to get through ten minutes of any sort of practice has become a whole new adventure.
To that end, Cata feels like she's put in her token effort for the day. And to make up for the fact that she didn't get as much done outside as she'd have liked, she asked for some reading material to accompany her post-workout meal and water. It's time she started brushing up her poisons knowledge again.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls off the main page.)

[tiny!tag: Cata, dough plot, Hex's jungle]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Ironhide stalks in from the elevator with the usual reversed THX Sound heralding the onset of the subspace compression field. He heads straight for the back door.

About five minutes later he returns. "Okay," he says, "what rivet-head did that with the plants?"

He's pretty sure he's not supposed to set things on fire around here without asking first.

[tinytag: Yunno Scrya]

magic_ferret

It was just a single step but if you take enough of them, then you go places.

Yunno's been up in room 2342 laying down the basics of a long term protection protection effect in one of the corners.

Now, though, he's down in the bar with a length of steel pipe, end caps, ball bearings, steel washers, some rods and what might be in contents of an electronics shop junk drawer crossed with a small rock collection.

He, it seems, had been over optimistic when he thought he could build a Device from a standing start. Which is why he's putting together club with extra options. Say what you will, he's not a technician but he is a historian. The need to break things is not new. There are more traditional methods.

Careful about the pipe. He's not used to carrying it about yet and it might roll away.

OOC: Open till it falls off the front, minimum!

Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya, Xigbar

magic_ferret

It was just one step, and sometimes it's good to look ahead. Guess who didn't before going for a walk?

Yunno squeltches up to the bar and obtains a large ziplock baggie before making his way over to the fire.

He's been widely covered by magic consuming bread dough and is scrapping himself out of it and burning the excess.

Any distractions, judging by his expression, would be more than welcome.

Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya, Bread Dough, Xaldin