Special Delivery from FentonWorks! (AKA. The BRAWL!)

[passthefudge]

"Maddie!  Bring my fudge down when you come!"

You hear that bellow?  It's coming from the Door which has just swung open on a set of stairs.  At the top, you might glimpse bits of living room furnature...but not for long.  The view is quickly blocked by a large, orange object which barrels down the stairs and into Milliways.  As it skids to a stop, you can see it's a rather large, jumpsuit-clad human.  A very shocked, larged, jumpsuit-clad human.

He stares for a moment, wheels in his head audibly grinding.

"GALLOPING GHOSTS!  MADDIE!  THE LAB'S BEEN COMPROMISED!"

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[notjustcookies]

There's a slighly lighter clattering as another jumpsuit-clad human (this time a woman) runs down the stairs.

"Oh my..."

She joins him in staring. "How...where..."

[passthefudge]

"No time for questions, Maddie!" he shouts. "We've got to clear these ghosts out of the lab and find a way to un-transmogrify it!"

It's hard to tell where he pulls the rather large gun from. After all, that jumpsuit is skintight. He levels it at the nearest patron.

"Eat ecto-foamer, spook!"

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob looks up from his argument with Enzo at the strange shouting man. Now what?

[a1enzo]

Enzo looks as well, as the woman arrives. He grins at the shouty man; what silly humans! He raises an eyebrow at Bob. "New?"

[command_dot_com]

Dot looks up from her afternoon cocoa at the man wide-eyed. Good CODE not another newcomer...

[notjustcookies]

You think the man is crazy, try his SO.

Maddie glares from behind her goggles as she does a sommersault onto a table and takes aim with her bazooka.

[ami_imperfect]

Dani looks up from her milkshake -

SHIT!

- and dives underneath a table to hide.

She'd turn invisible, but she's not taking any chances on turning into a puddle of goo either.

[notjustcookies]

Maddie shoots a glance at the normal-looking kid.

"Stay still, honey. I won't let the ghosts get you."

[will_scarlett]

A little while after the duo have entered, Will walks through the door and just stares at the large guns and apparently crazy people before approaching cautiously with a reassuring smile,

"Tis the Bar, sirs,"

The only visible weapon on him is a knife at his belt, but the medieval clothing might not help the ghost hypothesis.

[notjustcookies]

Behind the goggles, Maddie's eyes narrow.

"Oh suuuuuure. A regular old Bar just appeared in our lab!"

A blast that narrowly misses Will's head shows what Maddie thinks of that.

[gotapenny.livejournal.com]

Off at one of the tables, two WWII issued paratroopers are talking quietly over cups of what one may think is tea. Well..in the medic's case it more than likely is tea. As the oddly dressed man bursts into the room both George Luz and Eugene Roe look up giving each other both a questioning look before Luz manages to call out. "Hey! Lower the pipes there, mac, some of us are tryin to have a conversation here!

Gene just shakes his head and replies in his drawled out Cajun tone, "People s' strange 'round these parts, George. Let 'em be."

[passthefudge]

Double-take from Jack. They look fairly normal but...

"Soldier ghosts!" he concludes. "I'll give you until I take these suckers out to clear out of here. If not..."

He grins darkly. "I'll rip you apart molocule by molocule!"

[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

There's a guy sitting at a table who looks perfectly normal -- or at least, he would if he weren't clad from the neck down in a black and gold Ranger uniform and glowing green. Whether or not that green is due to what he's drinking or natural, well, those who don't know him will just have to guess.

The commotion gets his attention, naturally, and he looks up to see what's going on.

"-the hell?"

[passthefudge]

Jack doesn't see Tommy at first.

Unfortunately, Tommy is directly behind Bob.

Thus, Tommy gets coated with whatever Ecto-foam misses Bob.

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

Homestar looks up from his meal.

There's a familiar presence in the air.

One that usually comes with the question:

Lookin' for a fight?

He wasn't, but he might be now.

"So," he says, looking at his reflection in his glass. "Guess I wasn't expecting to see you here."

[mendanddefend_archive]

Suddenly, the glass isn't there anymore.

Neither is the meal.

That's what happens when a flying Guardian lands in the middle of your table.

[poisonwine]

Oh shit! Weapons! Without even thinking about it, Belle runs over, attempting to knock the gun out of Jack Fenton's hand.

[passthefudge]

Jack's built around the lines of Mount Washington. Attempting to knock the gun out of that grip winds up with a sore hand forthe knockie and an annoyed Jack.

"Eat foam, ghost!"

[visible_sariel]

There's a girl in a red uniform in a seat at the bar. She looks pretty close to normal; black, mid-twenties, curly hair. that uniform might not help, though. The glass of something pale green she's sipping from probably doesn't either. The double explosion through what for her is a nonexistent door makes her jump. "What the...?"

A second later she's standing and, in true Starfleet fashion, hurrying over the better to hopefully diffuse a sticky situation. Yeah, right. "Excuse me? I know this is difficult to believe, but this isn't your lab. I can explain." She's trying to be a voice of reason, here; good luck, Sariel.

[notjustcookies]

"Get away from my husband, ghost!"

KAHWUMP! goes the ecto-bazooka.

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Some people just want a normal, violence-free day.

Matrix...is not one of those people. He likes violence.

It's just a...thing...with him.

When he comes in the door today, expecting to get a nice quiet drink, he notices the rather large fight going on around him, he quickly reaches for Gun and looks around, trying to assess the situation.

He quickly notices little Enzo (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/16733065.html?thread=693349513#t693349513) stuck under a table with another kid. Considering a fight like this is no place for kids, he quickly starts to make his way over there, trying his best to duck out of the way of the other participants.

Of course, should anyone try anything against him along the way...well, let's just hope that doesn't happen, shall we?

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

After getting hit with an ecto blast, a certain half-ghost was slammed right into Matrix.

"Oof!"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

He'd gone for a quick fly outside, after bringing FX back to the bar. The lake was one of his favorite places to do it other than over the city. His city.

However, upon flying back into the bar, Danny Fenton, currently in the guise of Danny Phantom, floated there, looking at a slimed bar, at chairs and tables overturned, at people fighting, and at the two be-suited individuals, in orange and in blue, who he knew had started it, and slapped his gloved hand to his forehead with an audible smack.

His blood--or ecto, rather--ran cold and he was filled with icy horror that surpassed even the horror he'd felt while facing giant pop stars and eldritch Lovecraftian horrors.

A glorious era in the bar--of him being both Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton without people shooting at him--was now over.

"Oh no," he moaned, "I just know I'm going to get blamed for this."

He had to stop them--if only to keep somebody else from stopping them. Of course, it was likely, due to their finely attuned "Kill the Ghost-kid" senses tingling, that they'd spot him before he could say a word to them.

[passthefudge]

Ummm...yep.

Jack looks up.

"Ghost kid! You're responsible for this!"

[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy doesn't understand why fights always seem to break out here. But another one has, apparently, and he's sitting at a table and staring, for the moment, wearing a rather apparent cross around his neck, and his ever-present tan hat.

He ducks as a chair goes flying overhead, hand on his hat.

[dragon-tamer-po.livejournal.com]

A woman in what appears to be some sort of law enforcement uniform runs over. She's not the one who hurled the chair, but it's clear that she doesn't approve of people chucking chairs at chaplains.

"Are you all right, Father? You aren't hurt, are you?"

[deathtowheaties.livejournal.com]

Cereal is sitting on the bar, videotaping. He's been here the whole time, you just haven't seen him.

[exiled-inventor.livejournal.com]

At one of the tables, Urahara sits, watching and smiling. After all, brawls are amusing. In their own special ways.

He flicks open his fan, absently waving it at the brawlers and other patrons.

"Come and place bets here!"

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

"...Lab?"

Now, Bonnie's seen quite a few labs, and this... sure doesn't look a thing like a lab, to her. Well, excepting her circuit blueprints that she's quickly coming to the conclusion-- "Bar? Mind uh... keeping these safe while--"

While she got utterly distracted by growing mayhem.

[deathtowheaties.livejournal.com]

Cereal wandered over, still filming. "Hey!"

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

Aang came in through the front door to discover the fight. In one of his most favorite places, too, where he went to catch his breath and eat and relax.

"Oh no!"

So, he wasn't very happy about finding everyone in it fighting.

"Everyone, stop fighting!" he yelled, eyes wide, making a little air scooter and motoring around the room, avoiding projectiles, and leaping off of said air scooter and letting it dissipate to capture a flying chair in mid-air with a gust of air and gently put it back on the ground. Landing on his feet, he shouted, "Somebody's going to get hurt!"

[favoured-azula.livejournal.com]

She'd just been watching. It was quite hilarious, all this fighting and she thoroughly approved.

And then she heard his voice and something in her clicked. She pushed through the people till she found him, shouting for the fight to stop and she smirked, slow and wickedly. "Avatar."

[dreamer_fray]

Hmm!

Harth is bored, while a bar brawl erupts around him. What do you think'll happen?

He stands up, grins amiably, cracks his knuckles, kicks the barstool out from under a random patron yelling at some body else, and launches himself into - ahem - the fray.* He can pull his punches, maybe. A bit.

Some of them.


* Yes, that pun's been made before. It just keeps being appropriate.

[will_scarlett]

Will moves away from Gene and Sariel punching the Harth since he's the first person, Will sees.

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda was quietly doing maths in the corner when a glob of green stuff came out of nowhere and glommed up her paper. She is now mightily peeved with the strange people she sees wielding green-goo guns, and decides the best way to express her displeasure is to telekinetically fling the gummed-up papers at Maddie Fenton's head.

[nottwinkletoes.livejournal.com]

"Look out!" PONG! A boy in orange and in an equally organ bubble came bouncing/rolling by.

[jack_f_twist]

....The fuck?

Jack's been having a bad enough day already (fuckin' O'Donnell) and all he'd wanted was a quiet beer and maybe some damn conversation with someone he didn't want to punch right in the face (fuckin' O'Donnell).

And instead he walks in from Shadow, straight into this brawl. "Hey!" he yells, ducking as something goes flying past him and smashes in Sallie's pantry. "The hell is going on here?"

He scans the people, looking for instigators or peacemakers or fuckin' somethin--

Right before a flying knee hits him right in the stomach.

Well, fuck that.

[pirate_jack]

Jack's sashaying through the crowd, keeping an eye out for punches and kicks and the occasional flying chair.

As the cowboy reacts to the presence of a knee in his gut, Jack Sparrow brightens visibly. He nimbly sweeps the other man's hat from his head.

"Thanks, mate!" He touches a finger to the brim of his own hat, then grins wickedly and starts off with his new acquisition.

[kryptonkara.livejournal.com]

Okay, you know what? This is finally more like it.

The door opens, closes, and opens again to let the new, improved, fully costumed Supergirl in, with the bright, cheery smile of someone who damn well knows they can kick your ass.

She scans the room, and heads for the first place she seems to be needed. Unfair fight, innocent people in peril...you know, that kind of thing.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

When Matt opened the door to the bar today he opened it into chaos and destruction.

The normally calm atmosphere of Milliways has suddenly dissolved into chaos and horror no?

He ducks a punch from someone and falls back into Kara. It's an accident. Which is probably why he's going to start babbling incoherently.

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

A dark haired girl with golden eyes looks up at the yell. Her expression doesn't change at all. She simply turns back to the tea (still untouched) sitting in front of her which has been cool for quite a while.

This place is so boring.

[visible_sariel]

The someone that moves cautiously in Mai's direction might say otherwise. Her uniform was once red, but now is quite green, and black curly hair is splatted with the same shade. She's still slipping on the odd step due to the slime gunking up her boots, and the look she gives Mai is along the lines of 'You weren't in this. You're lucky'.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was enjoying some dinner in the bar. Then it looked all hell was breaking loose.

"What the hell is their problem?" He commented, and figured to watch for now. The only way to negotiate looked to be an unilateral show of force, and he wanted to hold off on initiating that policy as long as he could.

[cursedrider.livejournal.com]

When Johnny takes the stairs down today, he automatically went outside.

It's mid-afternoon when he comes back in, he arrives just as the ruckus is beginning. Throwing a punch, Johnny ducked and dodged, and weaved and-

Such chaos, such terror! We must avenge the weak cowering in the corners!

No! Johnny's eyes are wide, No. No. Stay down, stay down-

Pale and sweaty, Johnny falls against one of the tables, practically falling on top of Nathan.

[blue_raz]

Raziel had found a good spot to enter the material realm. He sighed and started to concentrate.

What would have been seen by other looking on would be a strange, blue, skinless, skinny guy clawing his way out of the floor. To add to this, he has three clawed hands and cloven feet.Could this get any more weird?

[queenofmay]

Marian had been avoiding people, and doing a damn good job of it, until an exploit in costume had her running for her life again, through that damn hedge she's originally entered, which just suddenly popped her into the bar.

So color her surprised to have been in sprint when the non-door landed her square in the middle of a brawl breaking out. The mask concealed her confusion, though she was looking at it all around her quite still.