04 April 2006 @ 11:56 pm
[Sunday the 26th of March, Mal is thrown in the cells with Zoe, Wash and Jayne. He then is interrogated by Jack Bauer, leading to Mal's participation in Once More With Feeling plot and translations of a certain phrase in Mandarin. No harmonicas were harmed in the making of this thread.

Between Sunday and Wednesday Mal is visited by Wash about Mal's own experiences with Death, Ace, Faith with an offer to 'help' with Niska, War -- which goes SUPREMELY WELL I assure you yes right uh huh, Kaylee, Simon, Han Solo, Sharpe with ANOTHER offer to 'help' with Niska, Inara, Raven with OODLES of helpful as always, and River.

Another conversation later on in the week between Mal and Inara, which Lilly enters in on leading to a conversation between Lilly and Inara (which I believe to be in slowtime).

Thank you for all visitors. Mal appreciates it whether he is grumpy at you or not. :D?]
 
 
Current Location: free at last.
 
 
03 April 2006 @ 02:44 am
 
[OOM: Begun and millitimed to sometime before Sweet was taken out of the picture, Anthy sings. ("Something to Sing About" taken and heartlessly altered without permission from Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, or some television network or other.)

And this is why fire extinguishers are good and healthful things.]
 
 
02 April 2006 @ 05:19 pm
 
Jack, bearing Georgia in a carrier and a satchel, gets supper for the two of them and sits at a table.

It feels like normal in here today. As normal as the bar gets, of course.

"No more demonic magic, I think," he tells the baby and feeds her a spoonful of cereal.
 
 
02 April 2006 @ 12:23 pm
 
Corran can't seem to get rid of the toucan beak. Evidently, the prankster had meant a full day. He's still in a bit of a huff about it--though he has managed to get rid of the paint Janson splashed all over him yesterday.

So Corran's walking around in a new pilot jumpsuit--which Bar was kind enough to provide--with a beak still on his face... when he suddenly and inexplicably jumps up on the table and songage ensues...
Residual singing, what? )

Corran, thoroughly shaken, climbs down from the table, gets a bottle of Halmad Prime from the bar, and wanders into the darkest corner he can find, and mumbles to himself. He doesn't even notice that the beak has left him once he's off the table.

"Kriffing Milliways..."
 
 
02 April 2006 @ 02:44 am
 
Steph has a backpack, and a toothbrush, and an excited gleam in her eyes. Billy, waiting at the foot of the stairs, is grinning widely.

"You ready?"

"Never more," Steph replies, and follows him towards the Door. He opens it, and it's not to the misty, unreal Gotham Steph usually sees - instead, it's something quite different.

They step through. The door closes behind them.

And then, not five minutes later,
it reopens, and this time Steph and Billy come through it together. They're holding hands, and both are wearing smiles. Different clothes, different hair-styles; it's obviously been longer than five minutes for these two, and by the way they look at each other, a lot has happened.

Steph turns to Billy, dropping her backpack on the floor nearby, and doesn't even hear the opening piano playing in the background. "This week's been wonderful, Billy. There's - there are - there are ways, there are many ways I could say all this... )

She looks somewhat startled.

Billy stares at her, open-mouthed, eyes wide, and starts to speak, but music swells and then... he sings. Under Your Spell Lyrics (The Billy Loves Stephanie Remix) ) The last word is spoken and he smiles at her, tears in his eyes.



[ooc: multi-pup, multi-mun; although Steph-mun is heading to bed in a matter of minutes. Steph's song is shamelessly hijacked from Warning by Angela Aki.]
 
 
01 April 2006 @ 10:30 pm
 
After this...

He walks away, the broom clenched between his fingers, and places it on the bar.

"Whatever this will do to balance the tab of Trism bon Cavalish and myself, take it."

For it's worth less than nothing to me now.

The broom, the stubborn thing that it is, only shivers at first before it begins to fade away, disappear into nothing. His eyes close, unwilling to see it completely dissolve before he opens them again and turns them to the tab board to find both Trism and his own tab entirely paid.

In fact, there is a positive amount on his own tab, enough so that he shouldn't have to worry about things for quite some time.

And the song comes upon him suddenly, painfully, the words burning as they flow past his unwilling lips, cutting as they rise up from his throat. )

A sharp nod, the business done, but his hand remains on the counter, fingering the wood grain a few moments as if it were something else before drawing back, pulling away. His gaze turns to the stairs now and, green as he is, he heads up them to tell Trism--

To tell Trism.
 
 
01 April 2006 @ 07:19 pm
 
The location, a table in the middle of the bar.
The subject. A cat. A black cat to be precise. A large black cat who stands up on his back paws.

"What's new pussycat? Meow, meow, meow!
What's new pussycat? Meow, meow, meow, mew, mew!
Pussycat, Pussycat
I've got flowers
And lots of hours
To spend with you.
So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose!
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your pussycat nose!
What's new pussycat? Meow, meow, meow!
What's new pussycat? Meow, meow, meow, mew, mew!


He jumps up a little, then, goes back onto all fours.

"Pussycat, Pussycat
You're so thrilling
And I'm so willing
To care for you.
So go and make up your cute little pussycat face!
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your pussycat face!
What's new pussycat? Meow, meow, meow!
What's new pussycat? Meow, meow, meow, mew, mew!
Pussycat, Pussycat
You're delicious
And if my wishes
Can all come true
I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips!
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your pussycat lips!
You and your pussycat eyes!
You and your pussycat nose!"


[ooc: Lyrics nabbed from Mr Tom Jones, no profit made, etc, etc. EDIT: Millitimed to before this.]
 
 
01 April 2006 @ 04:29 pm
 
No music starts up when Charlie comes downstairs, which is . . . okay.

But ooo! Treats!

Forgetting that it's April the First and that this is Milliways, Charlie takes a piece of candy and pops it into his mouth.

And then he feels . . . funny. Not quite like himself.

In fact, not like a 'him' at all.

"Well," says Charley, looking down at his new bosoms, "this could be fun."
 
 
01 April 2006 @ 04:21 pm
 
He's here.

Has he ever left?

Perhaps.

He's been enjoying himself all week, that's for sure. He's been thoroughly entertained . . . though somewhat disappointed that there's been so little explodey.

He really likes the explodey.



[ooc: This is the Official Defeat Sweet Thread. Slowtimed like whoa.]
 
 
01 April 2006 @ 11:15 am
 
The door to Milliways opens, and continues to open, becoming a great set of double doors, revealing what looks like a large double staircase, all in black, as piano chords start to play.

At the top of the staircase is a tall figure clad in robes of Absolute Darkness, standing with its profile to the door, clutching a cane and pulling the hood over it's head.

Then, as the music begins to play and the words are sounded, he throws the hood back to reveal a polished skull, and begins to make his ascension down into the bar, slowly, twirling the cane as he does so.

That's Death! )
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 09:58 pm
 
Guppy is sitting at the bar, reading quietly.

Then he stands up, tears off his shirt theatrically and bursts into song.

"First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on

if you come back... )

He stops, stares in horror at his shirt and hurriedly puts it back on, trying to sort out the ripped off buttons.
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 09:46 pm
 
Janet wanders downstairs and scans the bar. She spots Sam immediately, sitting over by the observation window.

She open her mouth to say hi but, for some reason she can't explain, she starts singing instead.

It's hidden in colorado springs
The people don't know about these things
With the gate that we found
It's a wonderous sight...


At this point, Janet's eyes have gotten very wide. She glances over to Sam with a vague 'help me!' look.

With your gun strapped on tight
Through the blurring of light.


She does a small spin and points at Sam, leading them into the chorus.
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 09:40 pm
The boys are spending the night at Gran's, and Gary and Richard are in the bar for a quiet drink. Richard has gone over to Bar for Scotch, and brings them back to Gary. As he hands over his glass, he begins to sing...

MY GIFT IS MY SONG...

And this one's for you.

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 09:40 pm
 
Oblivious to the fact that people have been randomly bursting into song around the bar, Russell stakes out a table and piles books and papers all over it. Looks like someone is in for a long night of research. Or not...

He pulls out his chair, twirls it around on one leg, and sits on it backwards.

He starts singing... )

Russell is silent for a brief moment, holding his pose, before his face turns pink and he looks around frightfully, hoping that no one just saw that little song and dance number he did. Wondering what the hell was going on, he backs away over to his chair, trying not to draw anymore attention to himself.

Maybe he can pretend it never happened. Riiiiight.
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 08:56 pm
 
Grissom hasn't been in the bar in a while. It's been busy back in Vegas and he has also been thoroughly enjoying the blessings of fatherhood.

He comes in and takes a seat at his normal booth.

And then, with an expression of utmost confusion, begins to sing )

He is left in shocked silence.
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 08:30 pm
 
In a chair, drinking vodka, reading Clarke, sits a timeless walker.

A quiet night in front of the fire for Cain.
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 07:32 pm
 
The music starts as soon as Charlie comes downstairs. Guitars and drums, fast and driving, enough to make him shimmy and lift his hands.

Oh, he likes this. )

He doesn't know anybody named Michael--but there's a certain somebody who'll full that void just fine.
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 05:38 pm
 
[Mun is on and off due to Power and Internet Issues. But loves tags anyhow.]

LĂșthien wanders down the stairs to the main bar, finding herself a seat near a window looking outward to the lake (as opposed as outward to the destruction, which she still isn't altogether fond of).

This time is being well-spent scrutinizing all of the mysterious singing that has been breaking out in Milliways.

Her music has not been like that. It puzzles her, and has quite easily caught her interest.

Some of them are actually passable singers.

Though she may not ever seem to, LĂșthien does welcome company.

(Most company.)
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 01:26 pm
 
The lonely strains of a solo violin play as Melkor descends the stairs. He should have known better than to come back into the bar while this strange musical force was still loose, but now that he's here, there's no getting around it. He sighs heavily and lets the Song do what it will.

Devils are all right for some... )

Finally released from the influence (for now, at least), Melkor closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Goddamn it. Atlantean," he says to Bar. "Big one."
 
 
31 March 2006 @ 12:47 am
 
Kevin and Darien are in a booth together, just having a quiet beer.

They're not really talking about anything significant when the background music starts up.