The year is 1969, and Tony 'Multifacet' Napolitano has just gotten out of prison again.

Okay, so it was a few weeks short of when he was supposed to get out, and it was assisted by dynamite, but the important thing is that he's out and he is here in the bar, in an old army jacket of his older brother's bedecked with pins and patches ('Power to the ( Read more... )

Tonight, there's a certain doctor in the Bar, sipping at a mug of tea and unwinding from work as she reads a book.

Totally botherable.

It's that time again.

The mutant President of the United States is seated at a table, singing along to the jukebox and drawing the label designs for his spring collection of ice creams. (He's actually a good artist; all those years of prison art class have served him well.)

On the table is a sign:
Free Ice Cream Samples:
Graceland ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
And whatev- woah, hold on, aren't we forgetting something? ]

So there were one or two to take care of first.

One of those things was Bessie, the faithful, rather smelly two-headed Brahmin that had been with her for a while now, carrying all the things she and her ( Read more... )

Entering now, from the back door, is a face unseen in a while. The Doctor shuffles in muttering, "Another Christmas, another crisis," and heads to the bar for some tea ( Read more... )

Applegate is entirely prepared to object to being tapped for bartending service again - honestly, if he'd wanted to serve, he'd've played nice all those millennia ago - but when the Bar points out what day it is on any number of worlds, he can't help but reconsider. There are, as far as the Christian calendar goes, very few better days for ( Read more... )

Ramon has been finding life almost too chilled recently (he's not good with too much relaxation). And what better place than Milliways to fix that? It also lets him get a ride in so he's outside the bar with Blanco tethered to the paddock fence. Normally he doesn't bother with rubbing him down himself but he needs the activity and he intends to go ( Read more... )

Over at the Observation Window a little girl of some four years is munching loudly on her bowl of cereal as she watches the end of the universe. On occasion she scribbles a few notes into her PDA.

Boy are some physicists going to be unset when they get her letters back home.

Feel free to say hi.

[Tinytag- little Val Richards]

Tony Napolitano is too cool for the room ( Read more... )

Edie Napolitano has snuck back into Milliways.  Things have been busy at home, and well, sometimes you just need to slip away.  All this being the First Lady stuff is getting boring.  Though, the diamonds that it affords her, that she doesn't have to steal are nice, even if they do take all the fun out of being a supervillainess.

So, she's sent off ( Read more... )