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darkeryetdarker Not long after his expidition to the Void with Ibani, Gaster is in the bar, working on his laptop, which shows a mess of code - the early stages of a computer program being written. Another tab on the screen is a map of some kind, with several spots marked on it.
He's got the beginnings of a plan of attack, so to speak - it's just a matter of getting the right tools for the job.
He's got the beginnings of a plan of attack, so to speak - it's just a matter of getting the right tools for the job.
phantasmal_resplendentIt's a nice day, so Lup is outside, in a small alcove outside the bar. She has a violin with her, and a small music stand with sheet music on it.
She plays like someone who's recently started, still trying to get a feel for the instrument. This is evidenced by the occasional pause and mutter of "shit" under her breath.
She hopes she'll be good enough by the end of the year.
She plays like someone who's recently started, still trying to get a feel for the instrument. This is evidenced by the occasional pause and mutter of "shit" under her breath.
She hopes she'll be good enough by the end of the year.
little_pieces_of_time(OOM: "All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.")
(Content Warning for this OOM include: mentions of domestic violence and drug use, guns, threats of violence, blood, and death.)
Max still felt a little unmoored and light-headed by the time Chloe dropped her off and she stepped back through the doors of Blackwell again. And she wasn't ashamed at the heady relief that flooded her upon seeing Milliways instead of her school. She shouldn't feel that glad about it, but the morning had been... rough. More than rough.
She could still feel remembered terror like a knot in her chest, tightening her throat and turning her stomach. She wanted to scream. She... she kind of needed to scream. If she didn't let it out, it would just sit there in her throat, choking her while she struggled to focus in Mr. Jefferson's class.
So it wasn't so much an executive decision as something Max just did, then, when she made a detour by the couch to snag one of the thickest throw pillows, and took it with her to the bathroom. It was probably best to have a solid door between her and the rest of the place, even with the thick, fluffy pillow to help muffle the sound.
It helps, screaming. It really does. Screaming doesn't solve anything, but it does something. It puts raw effort and sound into what one keeps bottled up, what one can't explain. And once the seal is broken, everything starts to come out, it pours out. Even after her throat was sore and she had run out of energy to scream, she cried into that pillow until she was out of tears.
Eventually, after a long while, Max emerged from the bathroom. She had washed her face and dried her eyes. Her throat hurt, her eyes burned, and her head felt squashy from crying so hard, but she no longer felt like she was about to explode from pent-up... whatever that was.
She couldn't think of anything to order at first, when she approached the counter, standing there quietly with the pillow. Kindly, the Bar manifested a napkin asking if the pillow needed washing. Max ducked her head, grateful, and set the much-cried-upon pillow on the counter to be... whisked away to be cleaned, presumably.
Max was thirsty, but... she didn't want to sit, either. Instead of ordering from the bar, she made her way into the kitchen to make herself a cup of the strongest tea she could find.
(Content Warning for this OOM include: mentions of domestic violence and drug use, guns, threats of violence, blood, and death.)
Max still felt a little unmoored and light-headed by the time Chloe dropped her off and she stepped back through the doors of Blackwell again. And she wasn't ashamed at the heady relief that flooded her upon seeing Milliways instead of her school. She shouldn't feel that glad about it, but the morning had been... rough. More than rough.
She could still feel remembered terror like a knot in her chest, tightening her throat and turning her stomach. She wanted to scream. She... she kind of needed to scream. If she didn't let it out, it would just sit there in her throat, choking her while she struggled to focus in Mr. Jefferson's class.
So it wasn't so much an executive decision as something Max just did, then, when she made a detour by the couch to snag one of the thickest throw pillows, and took it with her to the bathroom. It was probably best to have a solid door between her and the rest of the place, even with the thick, fluffy pillow to help muffle the sound.
It helps, screaming. It really does. Screaming doesn't solve anything, but it does something. It puts raw effort and sound into what one keeps bottled up, what one can't explain. And once the seal is broken, everything starts to come out, it pours out. Even after her throat was sore and she had run out of energy to scream, she cried into that pillow until she was out of tears.
Eventually, after a long while, Max emerged from the bathroom. She had washed her face and dried her eyes. Her throat hurt, her eyes burned, and her head felt squashy from crying so hard, but she no longer felt like she was about to explode from pent-up... whatever that was.
She couldn't think of anything to order at first, when she approached the counter, standing there quietly with the pillow. Kindly, the Bar manifested a napkin asking if the pillow needed washing. Max ducked her head, grateful, and set the much-cried-upon pillow on the counter to be... whisked away to be cleaned, presumably.
Max was thirsty, but... she didn't want to sit, either. Instead of ordering from the bar, she made her way into the kitchen to make herself a cup of the strongest tea she could find.
yinyangwizardSome time during the night, thick clouds envelop the moon, leaving the land around Milliways plunged in darkness.
When the clouds move on and the moon shines again, things have changed.
The once-bare-mountainsides and foothills are covered in grey-barked trees, thirty feet tall at most, the twigs of their branches studded with buds.
There are also some new trees near and at part of the lakeshore, with a little wooden pavillion surrounded by a grove of the new trees. The little Air Nomad temple now shares its island with some of these trees as well. Flagstone paths wind their way up the mountainsides with occasional clearings in places that will provide a good view. At intervals along the paths and around the clearings are stone Japanese lanterns with lights that begin to glow at sunset and dim out at sunrise.
Clouds of pink and white sparks swarm and swirl over surfaces in the bar and certain areas outside, leaving new decorations, furniture, and other things. Inside the bar, the rafters are now hung with pink streamers and banners depicting five-petaled cherry blossoms. On the walls are Chinese and Japanese scroll paintings and prints of cherry blossoms. Blossom-shaped tea pastries, cherry pies, pink lemonade, and special tea both hot and iced are available free to all - as are bowls of the fruit themselves, of course, both pitted and fresh on the stem. Outside, pink and red sitting cushions appear in the lakeside pavillion. The larger mountain clearings, especially the ones overlooking cliffs, now have picnic tables and Adirondack chairs.
By the time the sun clears the horizon the next day, the buds on the trees have opened, and by noon the cherry trees are blooming in various shades of pink and white. Sakura are not generally known for their scent, but where they grow in such numbers, one can detect something floral and sweet in the air when the breeze blows just the right way.
[OOC: The Cherry Blossom All-Skate is now open! This is also a timed event for "canonical" posts that extends through next weekend, April 5-6.]
All your pups can enjoy the blossoms! Retired pups! Deleted pups! AU pups! Original characters! Whatever!
As usual:
1. Communication is key.
2. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, slap a content warning on it.
3. What happens in the All-Skate, stays in the All-Skates! Unless, that is, it happens between approved game characters and all muns agree.
4. Please don't be a dick.
5. You can ignore the theme if you want, but I hope you'll work it in!]
Tinytag: Cherry Blossoms
When the clouds move on and the moon shines again, things have changed.
The once-bare-mountainsides and foothills are covered in grey-barked trees, thirty feet tall at most, the twigs of their branches studded with buds.
There are also some new trees near and at part of the lakeshore, with a little wooden pavillion surrounded by a grove of the new trees. The little Air Nomad temple now shares its island with some of these trees as well. Flagstone paths wind their way up the mountainsides with occasional clearings in places that will provide a good view. At intervals along the paths and around the clearings are stone Japanese lanterns with lights that begin to glow at sunset and dim out at sunrise.
Clouds of pink and white sparks swarm and swirl over surfaces in the bar and certain areas outside, leaving new decorations, furniture, and other things. Inside the bar, the rafters are now hung with pink streamers and banners depicting five-petaled cherry blossoms. On the walls are Chinese and Japanese scroll paintings and prints of cherry blossoms. Blossom-shaped tea pastries, cherry pies, pink lemonade, and special tea both hot and iced are available free to all - as are bowls of the fruit themselves, of course, both pitted and fresh on the stem. Outside, pink and red sitting cushions appear in the lakeside pavillion. The larger mountain clearings, especially the ones overlooking cliffs, now have picnic tables and Adirondack chairs.
By the time the sun clears the horizon the next day, the buds on the trees have opened, and by noon the cherry trees are blooming in various shades of pink and white. Sakura are not generally known for their scent, but where they grow in such numbers, one can detect something floral and sweet in the air when the breeze blows just the right way.
[OOC: The Cherry Blossom All-Skate is now open! This is also a timed event for "canonical" posts that extends through next weekend, April 5-6.]
All your pups can enjoy the blossoms! Retired pups! Deleted pups! AU pups! Original characters! Whatever!
As usual:
1. Communication is key.
2. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, slap a content warning on it.
3. What happens in the All-Skate, stays in the All-Skates! Unless, that is, it happens between approved game characters and all muns agree.
4. Please don't be a dick.
5. You can ignore the theme if you want, but I hope you'll work it in!]
Tinytag: Cherry Blossoms
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Mar. 4th, 2025 12:08 pmthe_cupbearerIt has been a very long time since Ganymede has been back in the bar. This time he's not surrounded by glasses or drink bottles or...oddly, any real accoutrements of the bar life. He's instead surrounded by a short stack of open books nested into each other, a slim laptop open to some other text, and a paper notebook he's writing in with elegant script handwriting.
He's frankly surprised he's never thought of anything like teaching before: he knows history, and he's certainly lived through enough to know what information is biased, or omitting something, or just plain wrong. Maybe it will be a good endeavor.
He's frankly surprised he's never thought of anything like teaching before: he knows history, and he's certainly lived through enough to know what information is biased, or omitting something, or just plain wrong. Maybe it will be a good endeavor.
Happy Birthday JRRT
Jan. 3rd, 2025 11:36 pmgondolin_nobleGlorfindel is out back, engaged in a discussion with a bright white stallion.
The discussion appears to be about whether or not the stallion is going to go roll in the mud at the lakeside or not. Glorfindel may be starting to resort to bribery in order to avoid having to clean a white horse of Scottish mud.
He might be losing.
The discussion appears to be about whether or not the stallion is going to go roll in the mud at the lakeside or not. Glorfindel may be starting to resort to bribery in order to avoid having to clean a white horse of Scottish mud.
He might be losing.
All-Skate: Out of the storm
Dec. 8th, 2024 03:22 ammergich_singerTonight, there's a storm coming.
As the wind picks up, howling like a lost soul, the canopy of the Forbidden Forest pitches and rolls, surging and roaring like a great green sea. And as night falls, the huge waves of the Forest gain their own form of seafoam, as the heavy raging clouds above them finally break open... and fall in glittering snow.
The snow falls all night, long after the storm has at last sighed itself into a whisper. When morning comes, the first shivering light falls on huge, perfect glittering drifts - from far over the mountains right to the door of the Bar.
Perfect, that is, except for a double set of pawprints, steadily marching to the door... where they become a single set of bootprints belonging to a beautiful, blue-eyed woman in a huge rosette-spotted white coat.
At the door she turns to survey her work, and smiles with the gentle satisfaction of a long night's job completed.
Welcome to Winter, Milliways.
[OOC: Welcome to the All-Skate: Winter Edition! All are welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along. The snow will last until January-ish, both within the All-Skate and in the bar proper - but you're welcome to ignore it if it doesn't work for you.
Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]
As the wind picks up, howling like a lost soul, the canopy of the Forbidden Forest pitches and rolls, surging and roaring like a great green sea. And as night falls, the huge waves of the Forest gain their own form of seafoam, as the heavy raging clouds above them finally break open... and fall in glittering snow.
The snow falls all night, long after the storm has at last sighed itself into a whisper. When morning comes, the first shivering light falls on huge, perfect glittering drifts - from far over the mountains right to the door of the Bar.
Perfect, that is, except for a double set of pawprints, steadily marching to the door... where they become a single set of bootprints belonging to a beautiful, blue-eyed woman in a huge rosette-spotted white coat.
At the door she turns to survey her work, and smiles with the gentle satisfaction of a long night's job completed.
Welcome to Winter, Milliways.
[OOC: Welcome to the All-Skate: Winter Edition! All are welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along. The snow will last until January-ish, both within the All-Skate and in the bar proper - but you're welcome to ignore it if it doesn't work for you.
Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]
phantasmal_resplendent Lup comes into the bar, the sound of barking echoing from her side as she does. Her robe is covered in fur of various colors.
She approaches the bar.
She approaches the bar.
"You wouldn't happen to have a lint roller, would you?"
Mercifully, one appears on the countertop.
"Thanks, hon." Lup takes it, and begins the long process of getting as much fur as she can off her clothes.
She vaguely hopes that no one here is allergic to dogs.
little_pieces_of_timeDo you see that? The warmer tints of gold and orange and vermillion appearing among the leaf-bedecked trees of the forest. The lengthening shadows and the surprising swiftness of evening. Do you smell that? The smell of damp earth, of warming spices and sharp alcohol. Do you feel that? The faint, promising chill in the breeze. The wanderlust longing for far-off places and the discovery of the unknown. The urge to plunder and loot and...
It can be easy to get carried away.
Today holds some surprises for those land-lubbers who find themselves in Milliways.
The bar itself is carrying a definite nautical theme in its decorations, and anyone paying attention might notice that at least one of the windows doesn't look out on either the lake area or the end of the universe, but out over the open ocean, rocking gently on unfelt waves under a cloudless sky. Seabirds call amid the sounds of waves and creaking wood. Large pots of spiced cider and rum simmer on the stove, filling the air with the scents of cinnamon and ginger, cloves and cardamom.
Outside, ripening pumpkins can be found scattered among the fading plants of the summer garden. In the open meadow between the bar and lake and forest, a tall and imposing corn maze has sprung up, somehow taking up far much more space than exists there. The cornstalks crowding its entrance rustle in the chill breeze, simultaneously inviting and foreboding, waiting to swallow any who dare step through.
The apple tree beside the Milliways greenhouse is heavy-laden with fruit, and the kitchen rats have set out half-barrels for anyone who wishes to seek out the prettiest and tastiest apples. One group of kitchen staff seem to have found an ancient cider press somewhere in the Milliways cellars, which is being prepared for use under Ivanhoe's meticulous supervision.
[OOC: Welcome to the All-Skate: Autumnal Pirate Edition! All are welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along. Feel free to have Bar update your character's look if you'd like. Theme costumes are encouraged but absolutely not required.
Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behavior (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]
It can be easy to get carried away.
Today holds some surprises for those land-lubbers who find themselves in Milliways.
The bar itself is carrying a definite nautical theme in its decorations, and anyone paying attention might notice that at least one of the windows doesn't look out on either the lake area or the end of the universe, but out over the open ocean, rocking gently on unfelt waves under a cloudless sky. Seabirds call amid the sounds of waves and creaking wood. Large pots of spiced cider and rum simmer on the stove, filling the air with the scents of cinnamon and ginger, cloves and cardamom.
Outside, ripening pumpkins can be found scattered among the fading plants of the summer garden. In the open meadow between the bar and lake and forest, a tall and imposing corn maze has sprung up, somehow taking up far much more space than exists there. The cornstalks crowding its entrance rustle in the chill breeze, simultaneously inviting and foreboding, waiting to swallow any who dare step through.
The apple tree beside the Milliways greenhouse is heavy-laden with fruit, and the kitchen rats have set out half-barrels for anyone who wishes to seek out the prettiest and tastiest apples. One group of kitchen staff seem to have found an ancient cider press somewhere in the Milliways cellars, which is being prepared for use under Ivanhoe's meticulous supervision.
[OOC: Welcome to the All-Skate: Autumnal Pirate Edition! All are welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along. Feel free to have Bar update your character's look if you'd like. Theme costumes are encouraged but absolutely not required.
Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behavior (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]
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Sep. 12th, 2024 07:29 pmtake_that Phoenix is sitting at a table, surrounded by several binders full of papers, and an old-looking laptop in front of him. He's engaged in conversation with someone on an even older-looking cell phone.
"Sounds like it's almost finished, huh?" A pause. "Yeah, I'm filling out a selection of potentials jurors now."
A sly smile. "Oh, I'm sure something will turn up."
Then, a genuine smile. "Yeah. You too."
He hangs up.
<i>It is pretty amazing how good the cell phone reception is here.</i>
"Sounds like it's almost finished, huh?" A pause. "Yeah, I'm filling out a selection of potentials jurors now."
A sly smile. "Oh, I'm sure something will turn up."
Then, a genuine smile. "Yeah. You too."
He hangs up.
<i>It is pretty amazing how good the cell phone reception is here.</i>
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Aug. 19th, 2024 08:39 pmstar_bespangledThe sun is setting, and the stars are just beginning to come out. Urania is on the roof with her telescope.
Sirius, the dog star, is beginning to fade, marking the approach of summer's end. Even with the warm night, Urania can see signs of the changing seasons - crabapples beginning to ripen, goldenrod in bloom.
Summer, as is its nature, is ending all too soon.
Sirius, the dog star, is beginning to fade, marking the approach of summer's end. Even with the warm night, Urania can see signs of the changing seasons - crabapples beginning to ripen, goldenrod in bloom.
Summer, as is its nature, is ending all too soon.
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Aug. 16th, 2024 11:46 amimmortalthiefOutback there is an immortal. Amanda dressed in black leggings, red sports bra, white tank top. Her hair tied back and in front of her she is making slow methodical movements with a light-saber, purple light blazing through the air.
Her muscles expanding and contracting, breath coming out controlled.
Her muscles expanding and contracting, breath coming out controlled.
sunbaked_bakerThere is artistry going on in Milliways kitchen, this morning.
Sunshine was feeling artistic when she woke up today - more traditionally artistic than her usual baking experiments, anyway - and has made a number of pans of focaccia dough. There is so much one can do with the delightfully simple bread, so during the dough's first rise she assembled a wide array of potential toppings.
And now the dough has been separated into multiple pans for its second rise, Rae is decorating one of the pans of dough with starbursts of sliced olives and strips of sweet orange and red peppers on a sea of thinly-sliced herby cheese.
Max, who had technically only come in search of early-morning coffee, has succumbed to curiosity and is composing her own focaccia landscape with flowers made of halved cherry tomatoes and thin slivers of red onion, accented with basil leaves and sprigs of parsley.
Sunshine was glad of the help, but there were still three or four pans of dough to decorate while the oven preheated. It was Max's idea to put up the sign that soon adorns on the kitchen door:
"Delicious Dough Decorators Desired! Inquire within."
Sunshine was feeling artistic when she woke up today - more traditionally artistic than her usual baking experiments, anyway - and has made a number of pans of focaccia dough. There is so much one can do with the delightfully simple bread, so during the dough's first rise she assembled a wide array of potential toppings.
And now the dough has been separated into multiple pans for its second rise, Rae is decorating one of the pans of dough with starbursts of sliced olives and strips of sweet orange and red peppers on a sea of thinly-sliced herby cheese.
Max, who had technically only come in search of early-morning coffee, has succumbed to curiosity and is composing her own focaccia landscape with flowers made of halved cherry tomatoes and thin slivers of red onion, accented with basil leaves and sprigs of parsley.
Sunshine was glad of the help, but there were still three or four pans of dough to decorate while the oven preheated. It was Max's idea to put up the sign that soon adorns on the kitchen door:
"Delicious Dough Decorators Desired! Inquire within."
Immortal back in Milliways!
Jul. 11th, 2024 06:46 amimmortalthiefThe front door opens, nothing dramatic, just a tall dark haired woman barefoot and in light yellow summer dress. As she looks from the beach she is coming from to the room she is entering a warm smile grows and fills her eyes.
Her fickle door, so sporadic, but then she has time.
Walking up to the bar she orders the electric blue smoothie she can only get in Milliways and takes the drink to a booth that will give her the best view of the bar. Fascinated to see who is here that she knows and who she doesn't know.
Her fickle door, so sporadic, but then she has time.
Walking up to the bar she orders the electric blue smoothie she can only get in Milliways and takes the drink to a booth that will give her the best view of the bar. Fascinated to see who is here that she knows and who she doesn't know.
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Jun. 27th, 2024 08:45 pmalongfallfromgraceBy the lotus pond, which finally has a few flowers showing their faces, Wei Wuxian is taking the day off. He has lotus wine, and snacks, and books for a few research projects for the problems he's currently working on.
Right now, though, he's doing something that would make most of the cultivation world tremble.
He's playing his dizi.
He's not calling up armies of the undead, however (and not because there's very few options for 'undead army' around here) - he's playing a song he's heard Lan Zhan play. He doesn't know the name of it, but it's quite an earworm.
(OOC: Happy five years, CQL!)
Right now, though, he's doing something that would make most of the cultivation world tremble.
He's playing his dizi.
He's not calling up armies of the undead, however (and not because there's very few options for 'undead army' around here) - he's playing a song he's heard Lan Zhan play. He doesn't know the name of it, but it's quite an earworm.
(OOC: Happy five years, CQL!)
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Jun. 25th, 2024 09:20 amlittle_pieces_of_timeThe TV in the bar has near-infinite channels, which is a bit daunting but also poses a good opportunity for mindless channel flipping background noise while Max writes in her journal. After a good deal of trying to find something to not-watch (and a pause to see the cliffhanger reveal of an evil twin squid separated at hatch in that one oceanic soap opera), Max was able to stumble upon an X-Files marathon. Even if she doesn't immediately recognize the current episode, it's familiar. Mulder and Scully are on the case and the case is disturbingly weird. And that's oddly comforting.
Enough that it lets her settle into updating her own case notes with a little more peace of mind.
Enough that it lets her settle into updating her own case notes with a little more peace of mind.
last_kalligOOM: In which Ibani and Garyn have a very bad day.
Ibani is ATTEMPTING to wait patiently for Garyn to return to Milliways after what was quite possibly the worst day of her life. (Which, if you know her, is SAYING something.)
A distraction would be nice.
Ibani is ATTEMPTING to wait patiently for Garyn to return to Milliways after what was quite possibly the worst day of her life. (Which, if you know her, is SAYING something.)
A distraction would be nice.
Reaction Post: Corprus Disease
May. 27th, 2024 09:48 pmmoonandstar[OOM: "Even as my master wills, you shall come to him, in his flesh and of his flesh."]
A familiar Dunmer bursts into the bar. His skin, normally gray, is turned clammy and pale with a greenish-yellow tint. His eyes go wide with horror as he backs against the wall.
"NO ONE COME NEAR ME! I'M WARNING YOU!"
[OOC: Garyn now has an all-but-incurable disease/curse. This post is open only to Ibani for threading, but it is still open for reactions below.]
A familiar Dunmer bursts into the bar. His skin, normally gray, is turned clammy and pale with a greenish-yellow tint. His eyes go wide with horror as he backs against the wall.
"NO ONE COME NEAR ME! I'M WARNING YOU!"
[OOC: Garyn now has an all-but-incurable disease/curse. This post is open only to Ibani for threading, but it is still open for reactions below.]
moonandstar[OOM: "You are NOT the Nerevarine."]
Garyn has found it difficult to keep his thoughts organized. Ostensibly, he has been granted leave from his post to oversee the construction of his new stronghold. From there, he was dispatched to Khuul, ostensibly to hire guards and workers (and attract women to make castle life less lonely for them).
And in the meantime, while he's doing all that, he's to go into the wilderness and ask a hostile tribe of Ashlanders if he is the prophesied incarnation of a centuries-dead Dunmer king.
The answer he gets leaves him only more vexed than he was before. This is, apparently, something he must CHOOSE to become.
All of this continues to stew within his head even as he considers the next mission that Caius has put before him. Which as it happens, involves his very command.
It is with all of these troubles on his face that Garyn Balvadares enters Milliways. Botherable.
Garyn has found it difficult to keep his thoughts organized. Ostensibly, he has been granted leave from his post to oversee the construction of his new stronghold. From there, he was dispatched to Khuul, ostensibly to hire guards and workers (and attract women to make castle life less lonely for them).
And in the meantime, while he's doing all that, he's to go into the wilderness and ask a hostile tribe of Ashlanders if he is the prophesied incarnation of a centuries-dead Dunmer king.
The answer he gets leaves him only more vexed than he was before. This is, apparently, something he must CHOOSE to become.
All of this continues to stew within his head even as he considers the next mission that Caius has put before him. Which as it happens, involves his very command.
It is with all of these troubles on his face that Garyn Balvadares enters Milliways. Botherable.
beautiful_bulletsToday, somehow, the bar is a riot of purple: delicate bunches of lilac flowers droop like vivid bunting from the rafters, and a tiny glass vase with a single long stem of lilac sits in pride of place at every table.
A huge, battered banner hangs above the bar, proclaiming THE PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF TREACLE MINE ROAD in careful hand-painted lettering, and the haunted jukebox keeps playing a strange half-bawdy half-sorrow song whose lyrics are approximately ninety percent "How do they rise up?"
An enormous scythe has been propped discreetly against a coat stand in one corner (SOMEONE must be off-duty), and the smell of cooking curry is wafting from the kitchens.
If you're wearing any purple at all, there's a high chance that you might, just possibly, receive a hard-boiled egg with your food order. There's certainly a very strong likelihood of you being offered a drink of scumble, a fiercely alcoholic concoction of apples. (Well, mostly apples.)
Every so often, an empty peanut shell floats gently down from somewhere high up in the rafters. Look carefully enough and high enough up there, and you might see the very orange Librarian responsible. (Just, whatever you do, don't use the M-word.)
Happy Glorious 25th May, Milliways. May all your little angels rise up.
[OOC: Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (of either a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]
A huge, battered banner hangs above the bar, proclaiming THE PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF TREACLE MINE ROAD in careful hand-painted lettering, and the haunted jukebox keeps playing a strange half-bawdy half-sorrow song whose lyrics are approximately ninety percent "How do they rise up?"
An enormous scythe has been propped discreetly against a coat stand in one corner (SOMEONE must be off-duty), and the smell of cooking curry is wafting from the kitchens.
If you're wearing any purple at all, there's a high chance that you might, just possibly, receive a hard-boiled egg with your food order. There's certainly a very strong likelihood of you being offered a drink of scumble, a fiercely alcoholic concoction of apples. (Well, mostly apples.)
Every so often, an empty peanut shell floats gently down from somewhere high up in the rafters. Look carefully enough and high enough up there, and you might see the very orange Librarian responsible. (Just, whatever you do, don't use the M-word.)
Happy Glorious 25th May, Milliways. May all your little angels rise up.
[OOC: Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (of either a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]
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May. 22nd, 2024 08:38 pmdarkeryetdarker Gaster is at a larger table in the bar. He has his laptop open, and the table is covered in papers - scribbled writing in a strange font, and graphs with lots of intersecting lines.
He's reading an article on his laptop, and taking notes as he does so.
His tea has long since gone cold.
He's reading an article on his laptop, and taking notes as he does so.
His tea has long since gone cold.
