31 October 2016 @ 05:24 pm
Ivan's grateful for Milliways now that Miles has a twenty-four hour leave, the change of uniform is odd.

His boots are about the same but the jacket has too much gold on it. He sits at the Bar and orders some wine and considers dinner as he looks around.
27 October 2016 @ 09:07 am
On the warm sands of the Caribbean inlet, there’s music, fire, food and fun. Come down and play.

{Open all through the weekend and beyond. Starting early to give everyone time to join in. Party rules – thread hop, start your own adventures, and enjoy!}
05 November 2015 @ 06:30 pm
[OOM: Halloween arrives, and the Bar takes Harry's costume all the way. So Feuilly manages as best he can. Luckily (or not), Harry's rivalry with Hal can transcend universes.]

If this weren't Milliways, Harry would be more concerned about the fact that he doesn't really remember the past couple of days. But it is, so he assumes that something weird happened, and it's probably better that he doesn't remember what that something was.

Anyway, now he's got a magic coin and some toast, so really, it's better odds than usual that chatting with this prickly English knight won't end in an argument.

But then again, you can never be totally sure of that.
31 October 2015 @ 09:19 pm
Childermass steps through the door and his appearance almost instantly changes. He knows it, too, by the sudden unobstructed breeze on his neck, and heads for the nearest mirror to find his hair much shorter and his clothes transformed to a plain brown tunic.

"...well, I suppose it could be worse."
31 October 2015 @ 04:24 pm
Some days, William hates the magic in Milliways, trying to save a horse and almost getting drowned for his trouble feels like something that could only happen here.

Maybe there are dangerous magical horses in Albus' world or Percy's, he's used to horses that will just throw you. He's wet and grimy as he gets a towel from Bar and goes to sit by the fire, thankfully she's not putting him in any costume yet, though that might be drier.
31 October 2015 @ 04:16 pm
Quentin isn't thinking about Halloween at the moment, instead he's trying to figure out how best to unpack parts of the kitchen. When he enters and his clothes feel tighter and odd, he looks down and then feels his back and head, "I have wings and I'm wearing an acorn hat. Really?"

He sighs, he preferred the mountie costume, now he looks like he works at Disneyland. With a grumble as he adjusts to walking with the wings on his back and heads to the counter to get something to drink and see what else people are wearing.

(OOC: Open all weekend.)
31 October 2015 @ 11:09 am
When Autor steps through the door today, his clothes remain the same: white pants, oversized gray sweater, and glasses. What changes are the ears. Not his, necessarily--those still remain human--but he sprouts fuzzy, gray, and pointed kitten ears on top of his head with a soft, "Oh!" The tail is also new, and telegraphs his body language as the tip curves upward in agitation.

"Really?" he calls up to the ceiling. "Come on!"

Experimentally, he brushes his fingers against one of his fuzzy new appendages--and tears his hand away, blushing. They point in different directions, moving independently of one another to show his ambivalence with the costume.
01 November 2014 @ 06:40 pm
When Matilda entered Milliways that afternoon, she's already aware of Halloween, she'd read of it in books and had seen the decorations in Milliways. The garden even had these terrific pumpkins that they could carve and have fun with. Her own pumkin with a fanged smiley face is right by her door back home.

This time when she entered, Ms, Bar thought to go a step further and Matilda found herself dressed in what was thankfully not a princess or fairy costume. One of the older form students introduced her to the movie and to suddenly see that she could have a costume for it was great fun-and it even came with the gun.

Even better, when she went to order some lunch for herself, she also got a something that looked like a white jelly shaped like a skull. Before she could eat it, she shook the plate, watching it giggle.

Now if someone could find a way to play the ghostbuster's theme song, it would just cap things off.

01 November 2014 @ 02:50 pm
Quentin comes in the front door yawning in a human disguise and what had begun as jeans and a t-shirt turns into a Canadian Mounted Police uniform. He stops, looks down at himself and sighs before going to the counter where he gets a silver key that seems to have heather twined around it on a piece of blue ribbon.

The key is kept out as he orders some coffee and turns to look at all the costumes, it almost feels familiar with the variety of people, he could maybe even take off his disguise and not be noticed.

Tiny tag: Quentin (October Daye)
31 October 2014 @ 08:21 pm
Halloween has come to the Greenbrier Colony once again. And this year the kids are just old enough to understand, and anticipate, the holiday. Which means that Gordon and Alyx have been hearing "Is it Halloween yet?" on an endless loop for the past week.

But the night has finally come and (mostly) gone, and the Vance-Freeman family is returning home with their candy haul. Or trying to, only to end up in Milliways instead.

The population of the bar has increased by one man dressed as Chewbacca, one woman dressed as Han Solo, twin toddlers dressed as Luke and Leia Skywalker, a hovering robot with blue astromech stripes painted on, and a combat droid with a hand-drawn C-3P0 mask taped to his face.

(It was either this or dress as Muppets.)

[ooc: Three pups and two muns! Open through the weekend or until it falls off the front page, whichever comes last.]
31 October 2014 @ 03:18 pm
Mirai had been warned about Halloween hijinx, but she wasn't warned about the method in which it would manifest. She skitters off balance when her outfit shifts completely, her cardigan and dress giving way to-

".......really?! How unpleasant," she swears at the bandages covering her from head to toe.

Hey, can't go wrong with the classics, right?
31 October 2014 @ 04:19 pm
Since the stroke of midnight, Milliways has been haunted.

Terrifyingly, eerily haunted.

The reign of the blanket-ghosts is a fearful one, marked by sudden chills and creaking floorboards and people saying "boo" in French accents. That's probably the scariest thing about it. (Or maybe the apparent bloodstains on the ghostly and noncorporeal sheets, but it's only red wine.)

((Two players, two spooooooky blanket-ghosts (one in blue-ticked flannel, very cozy for cold weather). We're both going to be in and out all weekend--take your pick of ghosts, or try your luck if you don't say who you're looking for!))
31 October 2014 @ 02:51 pm
One of these days Shephard is going to learn to avoid the Bar around Halloween. Yesterday was not that day. Either he missed the calendar altogether or he read it wrong, but either way he wound up sleeping upstairs rather than going home and risking a surprise on his morning trip to the bathroom, because a magical change of clothing is a terrible thing to do to a man when he's not yet awake.

So is getting turned out of bed by- well, you know how some people say they've got a spirit animal or spirit guide, whether they do or not? Shephard's happens to be a dead white guy from Arkansas. And you know how Milliways gets around Halloween.

Anyway, point is, Shephard spent an awful lot of time last night either awake or in an extraordinarily vivid dream being made to talk to people he knew had been dead considerably longer than he'd been alive, so when he woke up good and proper this morning, he was in no fit mood for interacting with anybody. When he came down the stairs and his clothing changed on him, all he did was mutter some really unpleasant words in Arabic- don't ask what they were, they don't really translate into English- and go outside for a run anyway.

He's back inside now, in the 1812 uniform Bar gave him, and he's being as happy about it as a man can be; the alternative, a napkin has led him to understand, involved not only the 1812-era uniform but sideburns, and he would really rather avoid that if he can.

Do not come between him and his coffee, but he'll talk to you as long as you don't mind him drinking the whole time.
31 October 2014 @ 01:49 pm
The door opens amid the sound of tipsy laughter and raucous applause, and after having announced an intermission, the Master of Ceremonies enters.

Oh. Who put the evil karaoke machine here? And why is the sound of this low, thumping bass so catchy?

And why has his leather coat been replaced by a black satin cape with a wide and pointy silver collar? It covers him completely, from shoulders to toe -- and speaking of toes, his feet are clad in sparkly platform heels.

Oh, and there's a curly black wig on his head, too.

When the music erupts with electric guitars and horns, he's suddenly compelled to sing:

"How d'you do, I- see you've met my- faithful handyman.
He's just a little brought down because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman."

He moves toward the bar with a bold, confident strut, dragging a chair behind him. As he continues to sing, he sets the chair near a stool. Using the chair and the stool as stairs, he climbs right up onto the bar.

"Don't get strung out by the way that I look,
Don't judge a book by its cover.
I'm not much of a man by the light of day,
But by night I'm one hell of a lover!"

He flings off the cape -- revealing a sequined lace-up corset, an oversized pearl necklace, elbow-length gloves, a garter belt and fishnet stockings. Hands on his gyrating hips, he croons out:

"I'm just a sweet transvestite...
From transsssexual Transylvania, a-ha!"

Patrons sitting at the bar, you might want to move your drinks, because he's strutting and sashaying your way.

[OOC: Fair warning to pups who tag in and are seated at the bar: you will be flirted with in very blatant and physical ways as the Emcee finishes the song. Open forever!]
31 October 2014 @ 09:34 am
For all your Halloween ambiance needs, there will be a pack of werewolves howling spookily in the forest today.

(As seen in this educational video right here.)

Feel free to try and find them and tell them to shut up, or cower under your blankets in mortal terror, or, you know, whatever seems fun. Or scary.


((Like it says on the tin! If you want to play with them, awesome! If you just want a spooky Halloween soundtrack for your character's holiday, Gredya and family are here to provide.))
01 November 2013 @ 05:59 pm
The problem with Milliway's calender was that it was hard to keep track of major holidays within the bar itself-to know what days to avoid. As such, when Sonya enters the bar with a rather stupid grin on her face, it suddenly vanishes, along with her civilian jeans and shirt-and replaced with this.

Well, it's not too hard to figure out 'why', especially with all of the decorations, but..

"Seriously Bar..? Is this really necessary?" A napkin appears on the able next to her, reading that it could be a lot worse. "Oh fine."

She came to Milliways to unwind, and that's what she'll do.

Anyone observing Sonya would notice two things: one, her expression clearly reads 'approach with caution' and two: anyone looking closely would notice a diamond ring on her left hand.

As well as the goofy smirk that once again keeps appearing on her face.

31 October 2013 @ 06:31 pm
Lipstick. Blue dress. Feather boa. Fishnets. Gloves.

"Okay, what the hel--ah!"

Flimsy ankles wobbling in his glossy pumps, the boy takes one step, two, and he's down, down--and hastily straightening his skirt.
31 October 2013 @ 09:23 pm
When life hands you lemons, and you are not Cave Johnson, you make lemonade. When life takes one of your eyes and drops Halloween in your lap, you make... well, really bad metaphors. We were going somewhere with this, we promise.

Basically, Gordon decided to play to his newfound visual strengths for the recreation of Halloween going on at the Greenbrier and put together a pirate costume. Alyx decided to play along, and as for the twins, well... they make a very cute monkey and parrot.

Bar seems to approve of this, so when Gordon opens the door, there's no change whatsoever to any of their costumes. Which is just fine by him.

Come and say hi!

[OOC: Two muns, two pups, tag both or either!]
31 October 2013 @ 06:48 pm
Trixie was upset at first when her intended costume was replaced by Milliways, but she came to realize that a costume was just a costume. Besides, she had to be sure the performace she promised went off perfectly. Thus, she accepted it.

But now was the time to gather people so she can tell her Nightmare Night story, so she swaggers into the bar, only she... doesn't look like herself. Those who know Twilight might be able to tell somethings up due to the paper over the cutie mark, or the different body language, or even the fact that the voice coming out is not Twilight's voice.

"Attention, everypony! There is a matter of huge importance! Trixie wishes to grant you a dire warning! The warning... of Nightmare Night and how it came to be!"

That should get everyone's attention. And once she feels a good number of people are paying attention, she tells her story, laced with a good amount of illusions and other magical spells to make the experience all the better.

Heed the warning of Nightmare Night )
31 October 2013 @ 05:26 pm
The back door crrrreeeeeeeaks open ever so slightly. It admits both a gust of cold October wind and a strange blue mist--a mist that faintly glows and seems filled with tiny, twinkling lights.

The mist does not dissipate, nor does it simply move with the wind as mist is wont to do. Instead, it winds its way through the room, slipping beneath tables and coiling around the legs of both furniture and patrons. As it reaches Bar herself, it rises up and over the countertop, coalescing on the far side into the shape of a jet-black alicorn mare, her body lean and armored, her green eyes cold and glittering, her mane and tail still flowing around her like mist.

cut for image and weird text fx )
Current Music: Alice Cooper - Welcome To My Nightmare