23 August 2017 @ 08:52 pm
[OOC: Any interactions on this EP that aren't with Cassidy are Millitimed to, well, before Cassidy. WRT Cassidy, here's some context.]

YT's at the Bar, drinking a Coke and eating fried paradoxes dipped in a sauce of her own invention while she reads Thrasher magazine. There's an interesting long-form article about chick thrashers, who are relatively few and far between (as YT knows from experience). A lot of it is about the unbelievable shit that people say to said thrasher chicks. Before this article, YT thought she'd heard it all. Now she realizes that there are levels of sexist douchbaggery that she has not yet plumbed.

"What the fuck? Really?" she says to herself as she re-reads a paragraph.
23 August 2017 @ 08:49 pm
[Sorta-OOM: No matter what universe she comes from, YT makes questionable romantic choices. very questionable.]

[Tinytag: Cassidy]
[OOC: Millitimed to the morning after this and a lot of strongly implied naughty stuff. Plotlocked.]

YT and Cassidy are having breakfast. Well, more like brunch by now. See, neither of them are really morning people to begin with, and then they (ahem) got kind of distracted.

They have quite a spread: pancakes, sausages, fried eggs, fruit, roasted tomatoes. One might notice that there are two coffeepots on the table. One contains actual coffee, and the other a synthetic substitute called coffium.

"See? It's like I said," YT asserts. "You can tell the difference between coffium and the real stuff even if you aren't, like, a total snob."
Here's what the board says this evening:


Coffee (NOT coffium, real coffee)
Tea (various)
Blackberry Wine
WV Walkaway Moonshine

Bread, toasted on request (White, wheat, challah, cinnamon-raisin)
Scones (plain or cranberry)
Spreads (Butter, Nutella, lemon curd, clotted cream, various jams)
Cookies and tea pastries (various)

100% off on everything. Fuck capitalism.

Behind the counter is a girl in her late teens, with short blonde hair, heavily made-up eyes, and prolifically pierced ears. A small diamond stud sparkles in her nose. Her wardrobe consists of combat boots, black-and-white camo patterned cargo pants, and a black babydoll T-shirt emblazoned with "PWN THE MEANS OF PRODUCTION" in white block lettering. This, presumably, is YT.

She seems to be enjoying a mug of coffee. Like, really enjoying it, as if it were the nectar of the gods.

[OOC: Open all AU Week!]
30 June 2017 @ 10:48 am
Dave wanders through the front door. He's got headphones on, and is bopping along to something with a catchy beat. He does a double take when he spots the new decor. "whoa what the shit is this"

He prowls around for a while, clearly more than a little cautious about sudden and widespread changes to the general Milliways environment. He dismisses the vid screens entirely. Nope. No thank you. Not gonna happen.

A little while later he can be found at a table with snacks, idly hooking Legos together. Maybe he's building something specific. Maybe he isn't. Maybe it's a genius piece of abstract artwork.
26 June 2017 @ 12:56 pm
When Barry walks into Milliways and sees the transformation of the place his face splits into a wide grin.


After checking himself over and finding no apparent changes, costume or otherwise, he heads for the counter.

"Hey Bar, what's going on?"

The screen that appears makes his grin widen further.

"For real? Awesome."

After reading over the explanations and rules very carefully he swipes over to the first offered reconfiguration. When he sees what it is there's no need to go any further.

"A robot cheetah? Are you serious?"

The change happens in an eye-blink and Barry is soon marveling at his new sleek and metallic form.

Perhaps a wiser, or less enthusiastic, person would wait until they were outside to give their new form a test run, but Barry refrains from such and immediately punches it.

The result is a spotted form streaking across the bar and slamming into a setup of Lego table and chairs with a loud, "MROW--AUGH!" followed thereafter by an, "Ow."
06 June 2017 @ 09:25 am
YT is sitting at one of the tables in Milliways eating a salad. Which, normally would not be a big deal. But there seems to be something kind of off about her today. She's not slouching or putting an elbow on the table like she normally would. And she is unusually careful and deliberate about how she holds and wields her fork.

This is not like her at all. Has YT been replaced with a (very refined) pod person? Maybe someone should check.
29 May 2017 @ 11:50 am
[OOM: I will ride, I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky]

...and then, suddenly, through one of the doors bursts a red-haired girl astride a rather enormous horse.

Merida is fortunately experienced enough to stop Angus as they slide to a stop a few inches from the bar.She pushes back a handful of curls and huffs out a relieved sigh, then gives a somewhat sheepish glance over her shoulder before standing up taller in the saddle. Dignity is not precisely an ingrained quality for her, but that's no reason not to be proud of herself.

She did stick the landing after all.

[OOC: Merida's first entrance! Open til her next EP. Also I have a Discord ID, please DM me for it!]
The Bar changes.

It looks, in fact, like a certain cantina on a sandy planet in a galaxy far, far away—at least, as like it as it can, given that it’s much bigger, and rather cleaner than Mos Eisley has ever so much as dreamed of being. But the spirit of it holds, from the shapes of the tables to the dark corners, the shape of the bar to the requisite band playing jaunty tunes from a recessed stage. While they play the regular cantina fare, some Earth-origin people may just recognize some tunes as jazzier renditions of a particular set of movies’ scores--or occasionally even heavy metal covers.

There are a few other minor variations: chairs have towels draped on the backs, and—going along with the unaccustomed cleanliness—centerpieces are on the tables with lilac. Less minor are the giant banners draped everywhere, including one on each side of the Bar. Half carry the spoked wheel of the Imperial Crest and the stylized starbird of the Rebel Alliance; all carry a ‘40’ writ large on them. Napkins will also carry those symbols with the number.

Outside, signs point to a Grav-ball court and flight simulator room—the latter of which is particularly important, as while there are ships from the garage out and on display, they are all grounded. However, they are open for people who want to take tours around them, or get in a pilot’s seat and feel what it’s like. The simulator room is there for those who want a more immersive experience. Also found outside is a racing track for speeders and pod-racers, with functional vehicles of all shapes and sizes.

Back inside the Bar, datapads are scattered on tables, offering costumes or even temporary species changes to all and sundry. There are also a wide variety of weapons—lightsabers, blasters, all kinds of things—with no settings that can do more damage than maybe light bruising. Extra tables line the walls for Dejarik and Cubikahd, along with a few other games. The Bar or abandoned tables will provide cards for Sabacc and Pazaak for still more idiomatic entertainment.

On many of the tables, Jogan fruit cakes are displayed prominently, each with a large 40 (made of shortbread with icing, because where’s the fun in non-edible decoration?) on the top and with knives to cut, along with some individual slices with much smaller 40s. A much larger one is on display on the Bar.

Cakes, costumes, games, racing, music, and toys. What more could an anniversary celebration ask for, really?

[[ooc: 40 years is a long time, after all. Seriously, go look up jazz and heavy metal covers of Star Wars songs, they are great. Yes, it's early ("it's midnight somewhere!"), but I wanted to give people plenty of time to have as much fun as they can. So y'all go do just that! :D Happy Birthday, Star Wars!]]

[[ooc: EDIT: also, feel free to reply here if you want, but let's get a ton of fun EP's up, yeah? Decorate our Bar with awesome all over! Races, sparring, whatever you want to come up with. All up to you!]]
19 May 2017 @ 08:54 pm
Oswin Oswald is... not really sure what happened, really.

She was supposed to be making chocolate chip cookies

What she got were chocolate chip wafers. They're not... bad, they're really not, she can dig the crispy, but...

They're not cookies.

So there's a space girl and her plate of freakishly large, very flat, very crispy cookies sitting at the bar with a mug of tea and no clue of how she made this much of a mistake.
05 May 2017 @ 05:33 pm
YT strides into Milliways, vaults onto the Bar, and stands on the bartop, facing the rest of the establishment. "Yo!" she hollers. Her voice carries surprisingly well for someone as tiny as she is. "For those of you who don't know me, my name' she YT. 'Sup?" She waves.

"I am celebrating the end of finals by buying a round of drinks for everyone here. That is all." YT jumps off the Bar. Everyone can now return to their regularly scheduled program, but this time with a free drink, if they so choose.

As for herself, YT is getting a frozen daiquiri with a fucking umbrella in it. She's in the top 10% of her class. She's earned it.
27 April 2017 @ 02:19 pm
"--Papal envoy! A fucking papal envoy. The fucking envoy to fucking Rome!"

It's one of those entrances where the person is so busy shouting back over his shoulder that he doesn't realize he's walked into Milliways. When he does realize it, William Douglas stares wildly around the room and shouts again: "SO YOU'D BETTER WATCH THE FUCK OUT!"

Then he stalks to the bar.

((See backroom post. Warnings for violence and homophobia in the threads.))
25 April 2017 @ 06:34 pm
Brotherly love is a beautiful thing. Brotherly love, reconciliation. Forgiveness.*

And an enormous platter of food.

Look, Loki isn't sure how long it's been since he last ate, but it's somewhere in the order of months. That's not enough to kill him--though he's happy to let Thor think he's arrived as one of Milliways' dead--but it's enough that once Thor steers him to a seat and orders a meal for them both, he's going to down a phenomenal amount of food. Enough that it would make the most solicitous grandmother proud, if there were a grandmother around to see.

It's all a little too methodical and determined to call feasting. But Loki's not so single-minded that he can't keep a watch on the sights and sounds of Milliways, particularly in the intervals when Thor is off consulting with Bar or ordering more food.

*Actual levels of brotherly love, forgiveness, and reconciliation may be open to debate. Possibly violent debate once Thor and Loki get to talking.

((Not a joint post because Thor-mun is pretty busy for the next day or so, but Thor might be able to drop into some threads.

Bedtime for now but feel free to tag in--I'll get back to you in the morning!))
24 April 2017 @ 09:50 pm
Sitting in a booth today: Some textbooks.


Oh, wait, no, hang on, there's a young man there, as well, with a laptop.

He's mostly obscured by books: Textbooks for nearly every subject possible, cookbooks, a few heavy tomes on high-level programming ideas that he doesn't really understand at all, a few local travel books about the wider Tokyo area.

Yamato himself doesn't look like he's slept in a while. This is fine, because he has a full mug of very strong coffee, the scent of which is probably carrying halfway across bar, and that is a viable replacement for sleep.
20 April 2017 @ 10:49 am
A door swings open. Beyond it, a glimpse of swirling blue-green shot through with fire, and the coldness of space. All the air in the room--and definitely all the loose papers and bar cloths--seems to rush towards the door. And then someone hurtles through at high speed. He skids across the floor and rolls into a crouch as the door slams shut behind him.

It's all very dramatic, in other words. Big budget special effects.

The man pulls himself up from his crouch and takes in a slow shaky breath. So. A place. He's in...a place. It might even be real, a real place, not just something in his head. He smooths his hands down his sides and comes away with a sharp knife clutched in one.

So like....hey Milliways. What's up.

((Oof, all right, bedtime for now, but I'll be back tomorrow! Thanks for the threads and good night! baaack <3))
19 April 2017 @ 10:25 am
The Bar apparently observes people's birthdays. Even belatedly. Even if the birthday person would rather not make a BFD out of it.

(A cupcake and a cheerful note would not qualify as a BFD for most people, but it is to a certain kind of teenager. Like, for example, YT.)

Well, she got a fancy carrot-cake cupcake with cream cheese frosting out of the deal, at least, so she's consoling herself by eating it at the Bar.

Botherable, 'natch.
06 April 2017 @ 08:07 pm
YT didn't know there were cherry trees here. Although granted, there weren't, until recently. She found a gnarly old-looking one that she could climb and now she's sitting halfway up the tree with her back against the trunk, legs straddling the branch she's on. YT's just kind of chilling out there, enjoying the blossoms and listening to music on her phone.
21 March 2017 @ 08:23 pm
YT's back, sans Stella this time. She's at the Bar eating some of those weird purple fruits Red introduced her to when he was doing a 'tending shift.

She's also on T-minus, which she hasn't used in a while.

rapidRadish (Yours Truly) signed on.

CURRENT rapidRadish [CRR] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board DOGS I MET TODAY

CURRENT rapidRadish [CRR] sent file "fayedog.jpg"

CRR: this is a Weimaraner
CRR: they are badass hunting dogs
CRR: but i think they look like fashion models
20 March 2017 @ 07:15 pm
Shortly after an awkward exchange with a kid named Fry, a note is written and left with the Bar for Wilford Warfstache. The note reads:


I met Fry who is taking care of Buster and he set me straight. He told me Buster has special needs and you actually really care about him. I guess you pretend not to give a shit because you have some kind of macho 'tude thing going on, which is dumb but hey, it's your life to screw up.

Anyway, I'm glad that Buster is okay and Fry is taking good care of him. I should not have tried to rescue Buster from you because he didn't need it. I'm sorry he got hurt and you got locked up for three days because that cop Gene was obviously out to get you.

Yours Truly

P.S. - This doesn't mean we are cool now or that you can talk to me or come near me ever. I still think you're an asshole but at least you're not a depraved dog abuser.

[OOC: Plotlocked to the recipient of this note.]
19 March 2017 @ 09:36 pm
Fry has had a bit of a dilemma. He's not wanted to leave Buster too long, but Dad has told him and Coral to try not to get caught in the bar until the flu has passed.

But it's been too long now, and he's worried, so today he's got on one of Dad's anti-germ masks and has gone to check on Buster. The dog has now at least apparently got some idea that Fry means food, at least. Fry had been cautious about putting Buster on a lead, but apparently Buster has been trained to that at least, so he's been able to take the dog out in the garden a couple of times without further mishaps.

Today he has kept back some of the little bits of chicken from Buster's dish in his hand, in order to spend a couple of minutes trying to teach him to sit. Unfortunately, perhaps because of the mask, he's so far stuck at the stage 'try to get the dog's attention'.