milliways_bar | Entries tagged with zoey

X slips through the back door, hair damp from her swim.

There's something to be said for sparring with mermaids.

Not least that it's an excellent unorthodox training method.

But it does make X hungry, which is why she orders a sandwich and a bowl of soup, then settles herself at a corner table.

One with excellent sight-lines, in point of fact.

It is better to be prepared.

[ooc: Car keys, but open to all.]

snowpointvictor

Zoey was in a rather cheerful mood what with being at Milliways for so long. She knew the reason was the fact she had gotten a little too used to being in the bar and its surrounding area, then found herlsef home for a little bit. While there she had encountered a pink Shellos which was found in the same area that her friend/rival Dawn had caught her Buizel. And so she had her ribbon case open with her second contest ribbon when she found herself back in the bar.

"I guess I'm getting better." With the sudden realization that she was back, she turned to the bar stool and sat down. "One hot chocolate and an iced tea, Miss Bar." Anyone feel free to bother the twelve year old Coordinator with a pink snail on her head.

no_vampires_plz

So, earlier in the week, when the Artifact-induced background music was getting really intense, Twilight had the bright idea of casting a sleep spell on herself until it was over. Sounds reasonable enough, right?

Only the music is long gone and she's still fast asleep on the couch.

You might think that's cute, but that's because you don't know that she snores.

Little help here?

thekidfrombrooklyn

The bar has caught Steve by surprise before. It's been a while since it brought him in a state like this: grimy, exhausted, his uniform torn and bloody in places.

He stops and sighs, and decides he wouldn't mind staying a while.

One of the sofas by the fireplace is perfect. He'll clean himself up later. First, he's going to put up his feet and watch the flames.

Possibly think.

Possibly not.

[ooc: No slowtimes, please. New day job + continuing freelance job = no time for RP during the week.]

hadyougoing

The lakeside door bangs open, and two figures stand illuminated in a flash of lightning.

(Behind them in the distance, there's a cheery honk; then two headlights recede into the trees.)

They're both tired, dirty, and redolent of sulfur and general burnination. Mike has one leg in a makeshift splint; Ava's bruised and having a really bad hair day.

They stare around at the bar as if surprised it's there.

Or maybe they're surprised that they're there.

[ooc: ~~Post-cannibal Ava and Mike for all your tagging needs! Tag either or both.~~ And we're for sleep! Catch you on the flip side.]

thekidfrombrooklyn

At the end of the bar, Steve Rogers is having a polite conversation. (He rarely has any other kind.) Half of it is being carried out by a pile of napkins.

"Nothing too ostentatious, but something that's also meaningful."

Napkin.

"Chocolates seems like a cliche, don't you think? And unless I could somehow get those chocolates from Paris that we got that one time--"

Napkin. And a small box that bears the name of a chocolaterie that you can find in the Louvre.

"You are amazing, ma'am. But don't you think it needs something more romantic, too?"

Napkin, and a red rose.

"Ma'am, I could kiss you."

Captain America will gladly wish you a Happy Valentine's Day, though it's his sweetheart that he's looking for.

no_vampires_plz

[Pre-Milliways: "Shining Julian Armor, you answer me RIGHT NOW." Contains spoilers for "The Crystal Empire part 1."]

A brief burst of cold air and the regular chug of a train engine accompany Twilight's initial entrance into Milliways this morning. She strides purposefully across the room to Bar herself.

"Bar? I need to keep somepony awake and alert as long as possible. What's the largest amount of coffee you can legally serve me?"

Almost hesitantly, a napkin appears on the countertop. I can fill a keg with espresso, it says, but you have to sign a waiver.

"I can live with that."

andproud

There is a mutant in the Bar subtly practicing her attempts at camouflage.

It's not as tricky as trying to get the details on another person - human, mutant, whichever - this time, she usually only has to focus on a pattern or two in order to blend in. For example, her hand looks invisible, but really it's because she's blending it in with the wood grain of the table, the brown whorls appearing on her skin from her fingertips to her forearm.

Mostly, she's just bored.

Her hand returns to normal - well, skin-colored, humanly normal, at least - and she starts looking around for a rat to order from, drumming nails on the table. (One of the benefits to being who she is is that she'll always have a perfect manicure.)

Meanwhile, there's a certain assistant to a billionaire playboy philanthropist sitting engrossed in her own booth.

It's a little difficult to try and manage Tony Stark's schedule far beyond the reaches of wi-fi, so she's having to do things the hard way and write everything out by hand.

Her handwriting is a clear indicator of her: sharp, precise, exact, nothing overstated or left out.

She has at least one magazine interview to try and reschedule, although she has a feeling that Tony's conducting his own interview with Miss Everhart right about now.

always_the_moon

When Princess Luna of Equestria walks up to the Bar today, she is presented with an envelope. Intrigued, she opens it and reads its contents.

...oh.

Oh dear.

She really needs to come to Milliways more often.

The Princess excuses herself, and returns in short order with an envelope of her own, along with a bottle of Cavalier sparkling wine, both of which are deposited with Bar.

( Dearest Kanaya Maryam... )

With that, she settles down by the fire with her own glass of wine.

snowpointvictor

Cold never bothered Zoey, this was a fact of life for her. Having grown up in as far a northern area of Sinnoh as can be, snow and ice wasn't considered as big a hazard as other areas of her home region. So she was outside near the lake in nothing but a wool sweater, jeans, and her hiking boots, just in a thinking mood. While Zoey knew she was friendly most times, she hadn't been real concerned about making friends. In fact, since arriving at Milliways, she hadn't really talked to anyone except that Luna girl.

So Zoey just tossed a nearby stone, and skipped it against the wet lake. "What am I doing here? There has to be some reason the bar won't let me go home yet, but I can't see what it is."

snowpointvictor

A door opens and in walks Zoey, with her backpack put up on a bar stool. Despite her rather messy look, she looks more worried or upset than angry unlike her last time in the bar. A small ghostly figure appears behind her head but otherwise remained silent. She had that worried look for quite some time until she glanced at the Bar.

Feel free to bother the young girl.

always_the_moon

There's a new face in Milliways tonight.

A young female human, no longer a girl but not quite a woman, with sea-green eyes and dark wavy hair that cascades down past her waist. She's dressed in blue, black, and silver, with an ebony tiara on her head.

Those who watch her for any length of time will notice something... off about her. Maybe it's that her posture isn't quite right. Maybe it's the way her hair moves all by itself every now and then. Maybe it's those eyes that are a little too large and a little too deep.

A few, particularly those with a sense for the supernatural, may be able to see past her altogether to the equine moon-goddess hiding beneath the surface.

[ooc: Princess Luna is currently sporting an illusion spell to make her appear human--she's not actually shapeshifted. Pups who can sense magical or supernatural activity should be able to tell it's an illusion, and may even be able to see past it, at your discretion. Open until it scrolls.]

snowpointvictor

There is a spiky-haired and orange colored preteen girl wandering through the entire bar area with a slight annoyed look. A gray feline is following the girl as she tries to find... something. The girl Zoey had gone back and forth through the doors, hoping something would change.

Dare to bother her?

flybywash

Wash ambles in, looking rather more unkempt than usual. Not that he ever looks particularly, er, kempt, but his Hawaiian shirt seems markedly less bright for all the flecks of engine grease on it, and there are a few broad smudges of the same stuff streaking his forehead and hands. It's been a busy, busy day.

He pauses by the messageboard, silently reading the notice, and draws his bottom lip between his teeth, considering, for several long moments. Back out the door he goes.

Fifteen minutes later, he returns with a single grey blanket folded under his arm. It's the only thing he can think of that wouldn't be missed, or that the crew could afford to spare if things went south for the umpteenth time. With no clue as to where to drop it off, he heads over to the bar.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David walks into the bar. ~~You think he'd have seen it.~~ He goes to the buffet table, fills up a plate, and sits down at a table with a notebook and a pen and is lost deep in concentration, writing.

If anyone should approach him, they'd probably need to poke him to get his attention.

Current Mood: busy

owned-by-zot.livejournal.com

[ooc: post this]

Kestrel walks in through the front door, accompanied by a blast of below-freezing air. There's a full backpack in her hand.

There's a grin on her face, and she quietly but gleefully exclaims "Yes!" before running upstairs.

A few minutes later, she comes back down, sans bag and coat, a rather stiff expression on her face, and a small box in her hand.

She seats herself on one end of one of the couches and waves off a particularly helpful waitrat. She watches the fire expressionlessly.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David walks downstairs, Armand by his side, and they both look confused, both not their happy selves.

Bottom step, quiet. Bar floor, quiet.

Louis sitting at the bar.

They both blink.

Current Mood: confused

lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com

There's a quiet scratching noise coming from the front door.

It gets a bit louder, and then pauses, before redoubling.

After a minute, the door creeps open, and a small cat sneaks in.

"Mrr?"