12 September 2017 @ 12:47 am
 
[oom: There's nothing like accidentally getting stuck on a roof to get your teacher and classmates' attention.]
 
 
11 September 2017 @ 09:40 pm
 
By some miracle, Bonnie seems to have managed to be one of the few people in here that isn't sick.

So she's been in the kitchen, and has now come out with two large flasks, one of soup and one of hot lemon tea. She carries them into the bar and puts them on one of the tables.

"FREE SOUP AND HOT LEMON, COME GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT!" she calls out, getting some honey for people to mix in if they like.
 
 
11 September 2017 @ 04:15 pm
 
Ever since Jay's birthday party, Emcee has had the sniffles. Not terrible, really, but just enough to annoy him, and to prompt him to emerge from his room and go downstairs to fetch some tea with lemon and honey.

It's when he enters the main bar that he suddenly sneezes.

And blows holographic rainbow glitter all over his handkerchief.

Because of course it would be holographic rainbow glitter.

"...Oh, dear."

The Bar presents him with a cup of tea in a vaguely helpful manner.
 
 
11 September 2017 @ 08:16 pm
 
Teja is sitting by the fireplace, playing his harp and occasionally sneezing undignified and un-gothy glitter.

His little black kitten, Nahts, seems to find it endlessly fascinating.
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10 September 2017 @ 09:45 pm
 
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

Bernard has just sneezed a load of glitter into his hands, which is a disturbing thing to happen when you aren't intoxicated.

This is that bloke with the beard's fault, infecting him with this weird disease. Bernard would track down Baze and give him a piece of his mind, if it weren't for the fact that Baze is bigger than him, and he's pretty sure Baze's friend is some sort of ninja.

"You there, Mrs Bar, I know you're laughing under that varnish... I need napkins. Please."

[Tinytag: Glittersnot.]
 
 
10 September 2017 @ 05:38 pm
 
Guppy's smallest son is off school today with a cold, so Guppy has brought him into the bar to entertain him for a bit.

While Guppy is getting him some orange juice, Gil is painting a lovely picture. It appears to be some sort of truck, though it has a big smiley face on the front. Just as he's finishing, Gil sneezes, and right before his eyes, the picture is covered in a scattering of pink glitter.

"Look, pretty!" he shows his father, when Guppy comes back with the juice.

"Very good, Gil." Guppy says, looking at the picture, then frowning with confusion. "Huh. I didn't give you any glitter..."
 
 
10 September 2017 @ 07:26 pm
 
Jay has the start of a cold and feels like dirt. After much hassling by the drones, he comes up to the bar in search of tea or something.

But it's just a cold. Or so it seems. Till he sneezes up gold glitter.

"What the fuck!"
 
 
09 September 2017 @ 11:13 pm
 
[oom: Fry gets fed up of being wound up by new kid Ben, and takes evasive action.]
 
 
09 September 2017 @ 12:17 pm
 
Tea. Baze needs tea.

The morning started with a killer headache and a tickle in his throat. Now he's cold, and can't quite seem to get warm--even after working up a sweat doing morning forms.

Because, let's face it, a little illness never stopped Baze Malbus.

He huddles around a cup of honey lemon ginger tea at the bar, sipping it resentfully. He'll beat this. He always has.

Baze thinks that, until he sneezes into his arm. Purple glitter explodes from his nose and mouth, and he stares at the smear of glittersnot on his sleeve, wide eyed.

"What the kriff?" he says, and sneezes again. This time, the glitter is orange.

Who knew that the dead could even get sick?

(OOC: Baze is currently infected with the Glittersnot illness! Feel free to contract it from him or from anyone who runs into him. Chirrut will NOT be hopping into threads.)
 
 
08 September 2017 @ 04:00 am
 
[tri OOM: Three Weeks Later.]
 
 
07 September 2017 @ 02:07 pm
Enzo will, of course, be officially celebrating his coming-of-age in Mainframe with his family. Rather than have a huge party in Milliways, he is therefore having two smaller ones, before and after.

Gotta pace himself, after all.

[OOC: All are welcome!]
 
 
07 September 2017 @ 10:08 pm
 
Bernard has... got himself into a slight predicament.

He doesn't remember exactly how it happened, probably some alcohol was involved, but at the moment he's sitting in a chair with his right hand cuffed to his right ankle with some pink fluffy handcuffs for which he has no key. The waitrats have brought him a variety of tools, one of which he is now using to try and pick the lock with his left hand, muttering swear words under his breath.

[ooc: Heading out now, will be back tomorrow :3]
 
 
06 September 2017 @ 10:07 pm
 
A few days have passed in Annville, Texas. No idea what that translates to in Milliways time.

But tonight, the door swings open. Cassidy staggers through.

He is literally covered head to toe with blood, his clothes thoroughly soaked, a hole ripped through his formerly white t-shirt. He's holding a chainsaw, also dripping with blood. It's pooling at his feet as he stands there, a bit breathless, when he realizes where he is.

"Oh, bollocks."
 
 
06 September 2017 @ 11:27 pm
 
[oom: Vyvyan gets too close to the origin of his powers.

TW: Neglectful childhoods, moderate violence and gore, Neil's chronic suicidality, unconsented human experimentation... basically this isn't a light read.]
 
 
06 September 2017 @ 02:53 pm
 
It had to be done - it seems that in this case, the rumors that hair continues to grow after death are very true.

Either Baze got tired of listening to Chirrut huff about the untidiness of his hair, or Chirrut got tired of listening to Baze tease about how he'd soon be able to wear a ponytail, but in the end the result is the same. Chirrut is sitting cross-legged on a chair in the middle of the bar, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, while Baze wields a wickedly sharp pair of scissors to bring the increasingly unruly (and currently decidedly damp) mop of hair on Chirrut's head under control once more. Chirrut keeps his hands busy by repairing a split seam in one of his robes, carefully mending the damage done in one of their sparring matches.

"If you twitch like that again I'm not going to continue. I almost took your ear off!" Baze grouses, straightening Chirrut's head to his liking.

"The Force will protect me." Chirrut replies with a mock-serenity that does almost nothing to hide the laughter underneath.




(Tinytag: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus)
 
 
 
05 September 2017 @ 10:50 pm
 
A text window, with a looping GIF overlay of falling confetti, will be (or has been, given how late this is being posted) delivered to all of Enzo's friends; a copy is hovering next to the bulletin board as well.

Please join Enzo on his
100th birthday!
(That's 4th for you decimal-counting folks.)
(Which is like 20 years old for humans.)
(Look, just roll with it, okay?)

Sept. 7
Help me log out of childhood (afternoon) or start up my adulthood (evening)!



[OOC: If you think you would have received an invitation, you did! If not, feel free to show up anyway!]
 
 
05 September 2017 @ 09:23 pm
A vampire comes down the stairs.

Coincidentally enough, Cassidy is dressed pretty much the same way he came in months ago, all denim and flannel and rodeo t-shirt. No real reason, just that he's decided to go back through his door. It's time to find out where he is, and what he's going to do.

He doesn't stop to look around and see who's in the bar. He leaves no notes, says no goodbyes or see-ya-laters. He's fairly sure that he'll be back soon anyway.

Right?

Right.

He slips his red mirrored aviators on, opens the door-- it's another bar, sure enough, and some godawful country-rock is playing on a jukebox somewhere-- and he steps through, closing it behind him.


[OOC: Just an exit post. No tags, only reactions if you want. Thanks!]
 
 
05 September 2017 @ 07:02 pm
So Amethyst was like why can't I go to the cool multiversal place that everyone's been talking about, Steven gets to go and Steven's just a kid, why doesn't the door work for me. And then Pearl was going blah blah blah have you tried this really obvious thing blah blah blah what about this other really obvious thing like duhhh blah blah blah maybe there's a Higher Significance maybe you're just Not Meant To Go There It's Probably For The Best and Amethyst was like UGH dying of boredom here have I tried HITTING MY HEAD ON THE TEMPLE DOOR TO LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS and suddenly like--


~*BAM!*~

--there's this cool multiversal place that everyone's been talking about.

So HELLO MILLIWAYS ARE YOU READY TO ROCK???!!!!???

it's a joke

because she's Amethyst

and that's a crystal, which is like a rock, right and

hey

whattup

There's a short round purple person checking everything out.



((Joint EP: Pearl and Amethyst! Tag one, tag both, 'sall good.))
 
 
05 September 2017 @ 03:15 pm
 
It is a blazingly bright summer day, and ten year old Sunshine has brought a beach towel, a thermos of cold orange juice, and an old book of scary stories to the lake shore to enjoy it and soak it all in. Already the days are getting shorter at Milliways, she can tell, even if they're still lovely and long. She had better take in what's left of the summer while it's not yet autumn.

So there is a kid down by the lake shore, stretched out and reading, digging her toes into the warm sand and delighting in the suspenseful novel, and soaking in the sunlight as surely as any of the trees of the nearby forest.
 
 
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