27 May 2009 @ 08:59 am
Enzo put off his reconfiguration choice for a little while, because lookit all the toys and there's no guarantee he'll be turning into something with hands.

However, after he's built a couple of little vehicular contraptions out of pieces never meant to go together, he's good to go. Let's see, dog... robot, ooh, cool specs... binome... dragon...

Whoa whoa whoa! Dragon?!

Well. That was an easy enough choice.

"Dude! Check me out!"

He's a young dragon, of course, but he'd still better keep his head down if he doesn't want to bump it on the rafters.

{relatively-even-tinier-tag: Ben Grimm}
Current Mood: excited
10 November 2006 @ 11:39 pm
[OOM: Millitimed to about two weeks ago. While still under the effects of Band Candy, Tirian and Lucy go for a ride, and talk. Well, sort of.]
06 November 2006 @ 09:44 pm
[OOM, milli-timed to a few weeks ago: Under the influence of Band Candy, Chase and Chloe get up in each other's biz-ness. And inevitably, as with most threads involving hormonal outbursts, the words 'WE MUST NEVER SPEAK OF THIS' will be uttered. Warnings for light cursing, light nudity, light blood shed, and a little bit of Fred Durst-impersonation.]
30 October 2006 @ 10:59 pm
After double- (triple-, and quadruple-) checking with the Wind that time was not passing outside, Filif rooted by the forest, and relaxed, talking with Carmela when she visited, or listening to the whisper of the trees around him and the curious, childlike chatter of the stars above.

It isn’t like Demisiv (home, with its heralding star and sweeping open areas, traversed by a sea of trees) or even Earth, with its cheery brightness, but it is safe from the Pullulus, and peaceful--and has very nice soil.

Still, Filif is fond of people. So he ducks into the brightly-lit bar, and…pauses, as his fronds feel heavier than they did before.

After a quick glance, he realizes what it is, and his berries quickly light up to near the extent of the lights wrapped around him.

30 October 2006 @ 10:56 pm
As of last night, there's a note on the noticeboard.



Start-up rock band needs members; particularly a drummer, bass player
and keyboard player, but anyhting else that can rock is welcome. 
No experience necessary, disrespect for authority of all kinds required.

Interested?  See Jack Bauer or Ryan Chappelle, or write your name here and we'll find you.

A description of Jack and Ryan follows.

[OOC: Feel free to have your pup sign up even if they have next to no ability.  No commitment required; this thing's only going to last as long as the boys are on the band candy which won't be long. ;)]

30 October 2006 @ 08:24 pm
Out Of Milliways: The bar provides Lyrae with a different change of clothes than her usual one, which results in a conflict of epic proportions.

Lyrae Addam vs. Underwire Brassiere

After her epic battle, Lyrae Addam is sitting at the bar with a cup of hot cocoa looking as if she could rip the still-beating heart out of someone's chest with her bare hand. After all the beautiful dresses, the bar gives her this.

Thus there is a young woman with long dark hair sitting in the bar in t-shirt and jeans.

[OOC: Warning for some non-graphic nudity in OOM.]
30 October 2006 @ 08:23 pm
So a 17th-Century Musketeer and an 18th-Century lady-in-waiting walk into a bar, and--

Oh wait, it's just Jack Bauer and Chris Chappelle. 

Well, Jack and Chris Chappelle-Bauer. Or Bauer-Chappelle; they haven't decided quite yet.  They've been rather *ahem* busy for that.  Not much talking going on since last night.

Anyway, Jack and Chris are in the bar, costumified (Jack thinks his is kinda gay, but it comes with a big sword, so it's not so bad.  Besides, the giant feather on his hat is kinda pimpin') and gazing dreamily into eachother's eyes as they scarf down more of that chocolate Bar's handing out.    Someone go interrupt the lovebirds and ask them about their costumes--or the new pieces of jewelery on the third fingers of their left hands.

[OOC:  Dual-pup post, for great laziness.  Tag one, tag 'em both, just identify who your pup's talking to!]
30 October 2006 @ 02:07 am
There is a girl with hair the color of a thousand red Crayola crayons doing some sketchwork over by the Observation Window.

There's a smear of pthalo blue on her nose and graphite dust smeared along one cheek, but her appearance is of little matter in comparison with her Art. Every so often, she shakes her head, making her rather long, complicated modern earrings jingle, and rubs something out or changes something into another shape.

She is wearing jeans that look as if they're the better part of a century old, a shirt that doesn't come down over her belly (which has a new belly-button piercing) that says "If the definition of beauty gets any thinner, no one will fit". She's wearing Birkenstocks with multicolor-striped socks.

She also has a beer at her elbow, which she is mindful of, and taking drinks of every so often. Oh, and a chocolate bar. For some reason, she likes the chocolate, even with the beer.
30 October 2006 @ 01:28 am
Sitting at a table, humming along to her iPod, is Chris.

In front of her she has one bar of chocolate broken into smaller pieces (she's totally addicted to the stuff but she doesn't want to gorge herself on it, hence the smaller pieces) a stack of wedding magazines (just for ideas) and a pink cosmo (because pink is her new favorite color). She's currently wearing the dress Lyrae Addam gave her. It's now blueish-green, the color reminds her of tropical waters.

She doesn't have a wedding to plan (yet) but Chris figures it's a good idea to get some ideas and anyways, Kim might need help planning hers.

Besides... she just likes thinking about it.

She wouldn't mind someone to talk at to.
29 October 2006 @ 07:15 pm
Guppy is in his usual booth by the infirmary, but with his feet on the table and a couple of chocolate wrappers on the floor below it. Under his feet is some paperwork, which has been divided into two piles marked with post-it notes ('Boring' and 'Stupid').

Right now he's just looking at his reflection on a spoon, trying to work out if he's getting a zit...
28 October 2006 @ 10:42 pm
"Yes, that's the fire alarm. I'm sorry, I know it's cold out here but it's better than getting burned now isn't it... Okay the fire department are giving us the all clear, thank you for your cooperation ladies and gentlemen, please mind the wet floors."

Guppy comes into the bar, soaked to the skin and with hair dripping all over the place. He shivers, gets tea from the bar and receives another bar of that nice chocolate he had the other day.

He takes these and goes to sit by the fire to warm up. He eats the bar.

Five minutes later, he takes it upon himself to shake his wet hair like a dog, then takes off his soaking wet jumper and shirt, leaving just a vest on. It's not nudity, he's not breaking the rules...
28 October 2006 @ 11:14 am
Puss the debonair, love sick and very much hyped up swashbuckler is prowling around the bar. He's got a chocolate bar that he seems hopelessly addicted to since his first bar given to him by a certain pirate, and he's got mishief written all over his face and showing in his twitchy tail.

Cracked out cat inna Bar. With a sword. Wearing boots.
27 October 2006 @ 09:35 pm
Near the shore of the lake, partially concealed by shadows, Elizabeth Swann munches on a piece of chocolate and stares determinedly at the Black Pearl.

(The sign had done nothing but warn her about a supposed cad named Bernard, and she took it under advisement. Should they ever meet, Elizabeth feels certain she can put him in his place -- for Bar, provider of this lovely chocolate.)

It has been long enough. Jack has yet to invite her on board, and really, can't he just let bygones be bygones? It's not as if she wanted him to die. Honestly, men can be so temperamental.

Thoughtfully, Elizabeth swallows her last bite and begins unlacing her boots. If he won't come to her, she'll go to him.

[OOC: Not plot-locked, but please ping eccofiore first. Thanks!]
27 October 2006 @ 08:47 pm
Guppy comes out of the infirmary, where he has just finished working on Tersa's antivenom.

He stops at the bar, who obligingly gives him a bar of chocolate with his tea. He thanks her, and begins eating it.

About five minutes later he suddenly gets up, goes to the nearest free booth, climbs up onto the seat and starts trying to walk along the back of the chair without falling off.

It just seems like a good idea...
27 October 2006 @ 07:57 pm
On the bulletin board, the Co-Head affixes a sign:


If you have received chocolate from Bar in the last week or so, be advised that you may be enchanted in some way; she's playing a prank. Those who haven't received chocolate ought to keep their eyes open for suspicious behavior from their peers.

Thank you.


After Bernard turns his back, and walks to the usual table to join his family, tequila and tea in hand, the sign... alters, a bit.

It now reads:





Of course, anytime Bernard turns towards the Bar area, it changes back.
27 October 2006 @ 04:43 am
"Tea, please," Edmund tells the bar.

A mug of frothy hot chocolate appears, and he blinks at it. "Er, thanks," he tries, rather tentatively, because he remembers other times when Bar's magic went on the fritz for one reason or another, "but I'd really prefer tea. If it's all the same."

Can wood look sulky? Bar makes a decent try of it. But the hot chocolate disappears, and tea (sans chocolate) appears in its stead. With scones (also sans chocolate.)

"Ta," Edmund says, patting the bartop lightly, and carries tea and his sketchpad to a table.
27 October 2006 @ 02:12 am
For some reason unbeknownst to him--and much to his annoyance--Jack's been Bound since the last time he came in. At least Bar's been giving him whatever he's asked for: coffee, more chocolate, the mix CD Chris made for him transferred to his iPod...

...And an electric guitar, along with a book and a DVD.

Of course as he's had nothing else to do the last couple days, he's been spending a lot of time with the guitar and the lessons.   From the sounds coming from the corner booth, though, it hasn't been anywhere near enough.  About the only good thing is that Bar hasn't given him an amp as well.


Someone head over and brave the cloud of cigarette smoke to remind Jack that he's tone deaf?
26 October 2006 @ 11:29 pm
Sam wanders in, from a distinctly disgustingly rainy London night, shaking rainwater from his hair and coat.

Bar supplies him, before he can ask, with a large, rich hot chocolate with cream and chocolate shavings.

"...Thanks, Bar. Spot on."

So he settles in a booth with it, pulling a large, ancient-looking manuscript out of a secure pocket and shaking the waterproofing spells off it.

...Yep, Lucifer's been Band Candy'd. Be afraid. (And be glad he's the nice one.)
26 October 2006 @ 10:53 pm
[OOM: Fresh from a very educational evening with Lilly and Adam -- made even more interesting by that delightful hot chocolate Bar kept serving -- Elizabeth sets out to find Will's room. She succeeds, and... demands her wedding night.]