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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Shifting gears - Namo and Gorlim are no longer a couple. Millitimed to Sunday evening.]

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Svava helps Michael into the bar - he's still suffering a killer migraine, and can barely walk.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

So, there's this thing called plot. The mun knows about it, often plans it and never gets around to it. Just to establish, this relates to the beginning. It might be the reason why Aeryn's seated at a booth with a medium sized crate, muttering. It's not really angry enough to be called a mutter, more like she's figuring something out. For those interested, the box definitely contains, a Peacekeeper tech panel, A blood sample, an identchip, a Peacekeeper profile on shiny hologram type paper and a uniform.

[OOC: Open to anyone. Jenny I know you aren't here right now, for great slowtime though :p]

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[shufti]

Shufti comes up to the bar and leaves a note:

( For Dr. Hank. )

She then slips back over to the booth she was in and picks up her knitting.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon knows he has to be around until Desh-thiere is gotten rid of and the cursed people freed (he would suggest just killing them all but knows Arithon won't go for it). So, there he is. Around. In a comfortable armchair. Bored - but actually happy enough this evening, despite that.

Feel free to spoil the mood - or enhance it - at will.

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[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

Saturday afternoon, Saionji and Antigone visit Ohtori.

Now with shirtless!Saionji!]

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[moonheartache.livejournal.com]

Usagi leaves a note for any senshi who comes into the bar here. ( It reads... )

She sits in the nearest unoccupied stool and puts her head in her hands. She is trying very hard not to cry.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Add one more to the list of incarcerated due to CURSE!

Archie, as of this thread and this thread, is in the cells voluntarily until he's un-cursed.

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[gonna_live]

[Out of Milliways, and millitimed to Saturday night:

After Eddie orchestrates a talk, Kaylee goes home to tell Simon.

They're interrupted shortly thereafter by Mal calling the crew up to the bridge for a very important political announcement, recorded live, and broadcast over the cortex.

Not everything Gabriel Tam has to say agrees with Kaylee; she leaves. Simon follows. And more conversation ensues.]

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[ironside-pixie.livejournal.com]

Standing by the lake, Kaye considers everything that's happened over the last few days. Even now, so long after realising she can't smoke anymore, she still craves the flavor of a cigarette. Habit; impossible to break. Her fingers close on the cold metal of a lighter in the pocket of her faded jeans. Not my usual. She draws it out, dark eyes fixing on the heart shape. She'd forgotten. And the question is, what did she do with it now? She isn't about to give it back, bastard deserved to get it stolen.

The fading light glinted off the casing, making her head feel oddly dizzy. Kaye pulled her arm back. She'd throw the thing in the lake and never think of it again.

[OOC: Plotlocked. Apologies again]

OOM

[still-michael.livejournal.com]

Michael and Kitt play out the last scene of Race for Life, with a few changes-- including Kitt confessing his love for a sweet, lovely girl named Becky and a rather... unusual decision reached between Kitt and Michael.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

The Real Tim is doing something strange.

No, even for him.

He's sweeping the floor.

Yes, sweeping the floor. Yes, with a broom and dustpan. Yes, without using any magic at all, no sorcerrers apprentice on this one, just a man, well dressed, cleaning the floor.

And he seems oddly happy to be doing it.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is sitting by the fire with a needle and thread. It seems that she is trying her hand at needle point, something she got from bar this morning. As she progresses the pattern seems to be looking alot like a Green Diamond.

There is a cup of hot tea sitting on the table in front of her. It seems like today is going to be a quite day. She most certainaly wouldn't mind cmpany.

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[venusadept_2]

Felix has managed to find a sandy spot on the lakeshore. As such, he is no longer evident. Instead, the sandy spot includes a new pile, one that moves occasionally. Those who can see beyond the norm may be able to see a net of Psynergy holding the grains together.

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[badinlatin]

[OOM: Someday after the crew hears Gabriel's news, Kaylee and Mal have an airing of concerns.]

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[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

There is a barefoot princess, who looks vaguely like a charmed one, in the bar. She looks around for someone to talk to. She isn't picky. Come talke to her.

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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

There's a Carl Denham inna bar with a rather large breakfast grinning to himself.

Pancakes. Because it's Pancake day.

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[bitter-innocent.livejournal.com]

Edmond is slowly growing to accept his detainment at Milliways. He still wishes to be freed, Of course, but he hopes to make friends in the meantime, predicting that it will make the stay more bearable.
Still, while he's an amicable enough fellow back home, this is a new place and makes him nervous. So today he retrieves something to eat and, once again, settles into a booth, watching for people he'd find interesting.
Of course they should feel free to approach him as well.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

The ability to fall asleep anywhere is not exactly a super-power. But it can be both blessing and curse when you've put in a very long day. Blessing, because Alexander Knox has had to sleep in some pretty odd places, or at odd hours. Curse, because it means he can fall asleep when it would be better not to.

And so, Alexander Knox fell asleep in his chair by the window. And slept the night away. Given what security is dealing with, with all the curses, it would seem he went unnoticed.

Anyone want to wake him? Or tell him that the Bar has rooms?

[ooc: slowtime possible as usual]

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[alwaysroomforhope]

[OOM: In the cells. Steph is visited by several friends, most of whom she ends up screaming at and driving away, yay curse whut. Jack is an exception, and brightens her up. Guppy offers healing and they talk about killing people. Ed tells her she's an idiot, there is drama and swearing and whitetext and slowtime, and they talk about killing people. Mordred lets her know she tried to kill the wrong person and then they talk about killing people. Roshaun and Dairine come in to find out what the hell's going on, slowtimed to Neverland and back because of painful timezoniness between the three muns. They haven't talked about killing people yet, but it's sure to come up. And Billy leaves a note, with no mention of killing people at all.]

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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

There was a gothboy, just one today, over in a booth where he could see most of the bar.

He'd gotten pancakes when he'd asked for food, and they were good pancakes, they had cinnamon and apples and caramelly goo on them, and he was working his way through them slowly.

Part of the delay was because he was also going over things that he'd been filming, both in the bar and before he'd arrived. He'd gotten caught up in Gypsy's performance at Mother, he rather wished that his little camera could record sound.

(lunchtime, got about twenty minutes, then ono what after that 'fore I get home. Tag away ^_^)

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[nerdanel_the_wise]

She is knitting.

Which is something she often does now.

At the moment, it is a small sleeper for a newborn. Not hers, but someone else's. It's done in pale greens and blues with hints of yellow.

Her back is propped up by a large pillow while her feet are stretched out on the sofa. She looks confortable, and might be the picture of contentment if it weren't for the furrowed brow and slightly frowning lips.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

With great Millitime and handwaviness, Steph is out of the cells (has been since before Liam got put in, say true, and the mun totally didn't forget all about that and have to be reminded, nope, no way ...) and looking distinctly pleased with the world. She's in the bar, sitting at a table with a plate of cheesy potato bake and an oversized cup of coffee, and she's wearing a skirt. The girl's actually got legs! Admittedly, one of them's in a plaster cast at the moment - hence the wearing of the skirt in the first place. Also, you can't rafter-hop in plaster, so it doesn't matter.

Come talk to her. Mmm, potato bake, doesn't it smell goood? And of course, if you're tall, male and have long blonde hair, come be attacked. Just 'cos she can't walk doesn't mean she can't fight.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Sergeant Wells was busy this morning, and so not available; but now he has had about enough of that, and is in need of lunch. The result of this is some kind of stuffed vegetable thing and a pint of Bass.

And an empty seat at his table, if anyone's interested.

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[from-topside.livejournal.com]

Bar.

Gary.

Suit.

In for a pint after work.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's in the bar, with a camera, notebook, and a huge plate of pancakes, which he is pondering, a bit warily. He wanted lunch. But it would seem that the bar would much prefer he had breakfast. Oh, well.

Care to interrupt?

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[fellowship-of-7.livejournal.com]

The Fellowship Sorcerer is in the bar, waiting for whatever may happen next.

There is always, after all, a "happen next".

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[notanormalfox.livejournal.com]

Break outta your comfort zone they said!

So here's A Fox Mulder who-after a conversation with Wells went outside to take a walk. He wanted to go back in, thinking that maybe he might get lunch-salad...or a hamburger?


However as Mulder walks back inside he finds himself-Redressed. The First victim of Mardi Gras.







"SCULLY!"
One very-VERY confused FBI-Agent turned man-in-a-fox costume inna bar.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

After her workout she went upstairs to take a long shower. When she was done she got dressed and went down the stairs to get some dinner. She didn't even notice that her sweats suit turn into a jesters costume. It would seem that Bar is up to her old tricks, or so Amanda would be inclined to think should she notice.

At the moment Amanda is oblivios as she orders a chicken ceasar salad and glass of red wine. from the bar and no she didn't earn those beads, they came with the outfit.

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is still in the bar today, wandering around and putting off going back home.


...it's a sad day when the bar has become preferable to Camelot.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Somewhere deep in the forest, a geographical feature of a horse stamps the ground, flicks his tail, and noses aside some snow to find the delicate green grass underneath.

His rider is nowhere to be seen -- which, in the case of this particular ex-exile, merely means he chooses not to be seen.

For now.

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[jagerandre.livejournal.com]

Jägermonster at the bar, ale and cupcakes.

Ah, yes, free time any time he finds the door here. André likes that.

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[namo]

[OOM: In Aman, after four days with Nerdanel in her home, Námo returns to his Halls to find someone unexpected waiting for him. A few weeks later, Námo reflects on the events. And, finally -- so far -- after three months have passed for the Vala, Asar-Suti comes to the Halls demanding answers, then gives comfort. Warnings for angst.]

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[true_desire]

Desire makes an appearance in the bar, and is promptly bedecked with a garish purple and gold mask and enough glittery strings of beads to throw to a small army. Not even the Endless are immune to the Mardi Gras conversion, it seems -- although, this is Desire we're talking about, and Del's doing.

Still, Del's elder sibling doesn't seem phased in the slightest: Perhaps Desire is grateful to not suddenly appear as a multi-colored frog.



[OOC: The mun has managed to develop a migraine and is lying down. But, if you want to ping Desire, the mun will respond when she gets back! Head working again: Game on!]

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[withamagicword]

[Oom: Eve of Destruction - Before he left, Billy had a talk with Raguel, another Universe's Angel of Vengeance. Spoilers for current DC continuity.]

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[colour_girl]

There is a twitchy goddesss in the bar. Her wings are all the colors of the rainbow, as is her dress, which looks like it belongs in ancient Greece.

This is could be Del's doing. Of course, it could also not be. The world may never know.

Either way, Iris is ready for winter to be over. She has some planting she needs to do.

Entrance Post

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The Door opens and some sound comes through before any bodies do.

"I am well aware that you were the one who called for mediation, Yavel, but that does not mean that I work for you and your interests alone. And I will most certainly not ignore the information I recieved regarding your clandestine ship movements along your neighbor's border. I suggest you withdraw them immediately, or I may have to inform everyone at the negotiation table tomorrow."

With that, the Ranger enters...and,from his body language, he seems pleased to be back in Milliways. Del's not changed his clothing, but, considering that he's wearing his encounter suit, it's probably not necessary.

Someone might want to warn him of what may happen if he does remove it.

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[shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com]

Scully heard Mulder's yell as she came down the stairs. She wasn't used to the bar's calendar yet, and unaware of the date. She also didn't know Del.

So she didn't notice anything was different as she entered the Bar proper. Until she happen to glance down at herself. White... kind of loose fitting. She then saw her reflection, and there was a definite curse coming from the petite agent at the Flying Nun costume.

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[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

[OOM:Instead of a summary, the approximate point in canon she departed from.]

Agatha enters Milliways, yawning. She blinks somewhat at realizing she's not outdoors, then shrugs and heads over to Bar. Here, it's a bit late for breakfast, but she's just happy to eat without having the stuffing beaten out of her first for a change.

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[sto-helit.livejournal.com]

It'd just been a normal day. She'd just come downstairs, calm, cool, collected, ready for a drink at the bar, in her plain grey dress--neatly ironed, perfectly creased. Very proper and appropriate attire. And then the bar offered its own views on appropriate attire.


The outraged shriek was pretty impressive, all things considered.


[ooc: Mun's gotta run for an hour or so, but will pick up all tags when she gets back. Back! Laissez les bon temps rouler, tout le monde!

Further edit: As the tag below notes--thank you, whoever you are--this thread has an NC-17 warning for graphic imagery. Read at your own risk.]

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[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles was vaguely aware of the bar time. But wasn't aware of it being Mardi Gras, or what that might mean.

So the costume was a slight surprise.

"Bloody hell, not again!" He grumbled as he noticed the change.

Cue one Watcher pirate heading to the bar for some rum scotch tea.

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[renevatio.livejournal.com]

"...wait, what?"

It all started rather innocently. Lincoln walks into the Bar, as he's prone to doing. He feels a draft, which he's not prone to doing. When he looks down, he finds himself naked on top save for a liberal crusting of glitter, and an enormous pair of shaggy faun pants (hoof platform shoes included!) below.

He should count himself lucky. Mun almost made him that crazy "Ballad of Maxwell Demon"-creature in the icon.

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[princeinexile]

There is a masked man in the bar to go with EIGHT JILLION OTHERS.

See, Zuko came down for dinner, and found himself... altered. Few costumes will be this glorious,though; rich layers of Chinese silk in lucky colors; red, gold, yellow, and a full face dragon mask greets the bar that preesents wide teeth and tusks, and full furry whiskers. Thee costume is easily four layers worth of clothing -- thankfully, Zuko hardly ever notices heat. He jingles when he steps, for charms clink here and there together.

He wonders, for a moment, what the hell just happened, but a momeent later, he's trying to figure out why there are beads everywhere and other things.

When in Milliways, do as the patrons do.

'cept, he's not sure what they're doing that isen't any different from any other day, so... off he goes to get his books and find a place to sit that isn't covered with multi-colored confetti.

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[macleod_connor]

Connor MacLeod lounging by the fire, drinking scotch and sharpening his sword.

He's comfortable. And his mun may not be on long b/c of spin-inducing head cold thing. Tag now - we may not be 'round later.

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[shufti]

Shufti comes down the stairs, wearing a green and orange jumper in place of army uniform. She heads to the bar to get some meat, potatos and vegetables with a glass of milk.

A note appears. She takes it to a booth and looks at it carefully, eventually working out which way up it goes before she starts to trace the letters with her finger.

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly suddenly gets a lot colder as she steps into Milliways.

"Uh...bwah?"

What happened to her school robes? Does Tim have something to do with this? Where did this tiara come from?


((ooc: The thread with Cain is now rated for smut... read at your own risk.))

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[from-topside.livejournal.com]

It is, in fact, a Very Peculiar Thing that comes upon This Place at Times, a Very Peculiar Thing indeed. While the Universe and it's Multitudes could by Themselves find the Strangest and most Exotic of Disguises, sometimes, often enough, the Strangest and most Exotic of Disguises found Them. Thus was it This Day, A Fine and Dandy Fat Tuesday, that the Extraordinary Foundling Tom Jones entered The Bar.

*cough*

That is to say, Gary is rather confused. He'd been in earlier for a drink but now that he was back, looking for Bianca again, he seems to find himself...

"'the bloody hell is this, then?"

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri comes downstairs, cursing quietly to herself. The cells have been getting more and more full lately, and while there seems to be room for all of them, it doesn't solve the problem of what's making people go all crazy.

Plus she seems to be coming down with a sniffle.

All of this is immediately forgotten when she enters the bar proper-- all of a sudden her head feels funny, too heavy, and she's cold.

The Jedi reaches a hand up to press against her forehead, then stops when she sees that her skin seems to have turned from pale winter-white to... red and yellow and purple and blue? And her jumpsuit has somehow turned into something obscenely thin and covered in sequins.

"What the kriff?"

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[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the Bar, ready to take orders.

Have at!

Barmaid on Duty! Now with 100% more glitter and beads!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, unknowing of what day it happens to be.

And then, she is not only wearing jeans and a T-shirt.

She is wearing SPARKLY jeans. And her t-shirt spells out "Hands Off-Milliways Barmaid" in sequins.

Did we mention the gold, high heeled sneakers?

Well, they're there now.


Elaine takes her tray, which is inexplicably covered and trimmed in glitter and beads, and mutters, "What on Earth is all of this?"

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie. Guitar. T-shirt. Jeans. Bare feet.

And then--

He looks down. "Well. This is . . . hm."

Laissez les bon temps roulez, amis.

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

[Because the mun has to get *some* further use out of these icons...]

Besequinned demonslayer inna bar.

Again.

"Fucking Milliways."

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

How does a Horta get dressed for Mardi Gras?

Why as a parade float, of course!

Our dear, be-dolphined Naraht freezes as he enters the Bar.

"The hell?!"

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

Jack is rather glad he isn't dressed up elaborately, though the mask did give him quite a scare when it first appeared. Now, though, he's smiling behind it. Though you can't really tell.

The anonymity is comfortable.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Squabbling among each other - a mix between mental scoldings and vocalized retorts - as they walk downstairs from the sim room, neither Jaina nor Zekk notice their clothing change upon entering the main bar.

One Jedi's now wearing a strange mix of black and white clothing, while the other is now dressed in red.

Zekk takes one look at Jaina's hair, now standing up in strange curls, and starts laughing. Jaina turns to glower at him and blinks when she sees his own odd hairdo and cape.

It only takes a second more for her eyes to widen when she looks down at her own outfit, as Zekk continues to laugh.

"...the kriff?"

(no subject)

[sister-lucy.livejournal.com]

There's a seven and a half foot tall belly dancer in the bar.

Lucy honestly wouldn't have noticed if her parasol hadn't all of a sudden disappeared.

The veils, however, are a lovely substitution.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angie comes down into the bar in normal fashion.

However.

Now she is dressed in a off the shoulder haltertop, a little tiny pair of shorts, and her hair is up in silly braids.

She is also dressed in high heeled shoes with bobby socks and has a very messy and overdone makeup job.

Angela looks down at herself.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she mutters.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/]

Because the mun is making up for lost time, three pups in the bar find themselves be-Mardi-Grased.

Marius Pontmercy, having stepped innocently through the House of Arch portrait for a nice glass of wine, is decked out in glittery purple butterfly wings, ruby slippers, a pink shirt with sleeves far shorter than anything he's seen on anyone but Thenardier, and a feathery peacock-blue mask.

Chase, coming down for a late dinner, is dressed like the Pope, except that his hat reads "Show Us Your Tits." He's not at all happy about this, though he at least has a vague idea of what's going on.

Tybalt? Tybalt is a cheerleader. He doesn't know what a cheerleader is, but he's dressed like one, and he's sparkly. And when Tybalt is sparkly, people die.

There are, of course, beads and feathers all over the damned place.

Have at.

(no subject)

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Because the mun is mean and Lethe is fun to embarrass - a red-haired nymph appears in the Bar with the accompaniment of a soft chiming. She's rather oblivious to the fact that she looks a bit like this - only without the veil, as it would obscure the inevitable blush. (And where's the fun in that?)

She whirls around - looking for the source of the bells - and when she sees no one shrugs and starts to make her way toward the Bar for some hot cocoa.

She steps - and there are bells again.

Lethe pauses and looks perplexed for a moment before glancing down and letting out a startled yelp - arms wrapping quickly around her exposed stomach and cheeks turning a bright pink.

Someone might want to explain what's going on - or they could just poke her belly. Whatever works.

(no subject)

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

Cain has been in the Bar for awhile, not costumed, but when he returns fromthe restroom, that all changes, as things shift and suddenly he is wearing a very different outfit. He notices the draft and then feel of it. he has worn something like this before, so he laughs.

"Milliways! What a weird place.""

(no subject)

[song_tra_bong]

[oom: because great crack and the mun's paper-avoiding sanity demanded it happen...

Apparently the fun isn't confined to the bar proper. Anybody want to clue a girl in as to her change in attire?]

(no subject)

[blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com]

Chris enters the bar, looking perfectly normal.

He's already in costume, you see.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

The doctor is in

And he's just been having pancakes with brown sugar on top. They were nice.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Not everyone has had Mardi Gras inflicted upon them. Sergeant Wells, for example, is dressed in a perfectly sensible fashion, the same uniform he always wears around here.

He's got tea. Does that count for anything? Probably not.

Mind you, he doesn't mind watching other people in costume.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina ... stops on attempting to glide down the stairs.

The top to her dress is gone, it's been replaced by necklaces, a feather boa and some beads; and she is wearing a blonde wig. She looks around and sees she's not the only one whose physicality is someone's plaything. This smooths her ruffled mental and emotional feathers and she continues coming down the stairs. Hear her teeth grate. She orders a goblet of hot blood to try and steady her nerves.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara wanders downstairs, intending on getting some anger.

And notices her outfit.

"I do not wear leather miniskirts!"

The skirt begs to differ.

(no subject)

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

Anna, upon coming down the stairs was interested to find herself in a sparkly skirt and shirt, with many Mardi Gras beads hanging from her neck, and sparkly streamers in her hair, which was in pigtails.

She stopped, and stared down at herself, from her sparkly shirt to her sparkly tights and shoes. "Woah. The hell?"

She glanced around. And raised her eyebrows high. This was new.

..."Milliways. Pfft."


[ooc: mom is forcing mun to join her in more 24-a-thon. please still tag. will do slowtime threading. *sighs]

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman didn't know about Mardi Gras, or Del. So the outfit change to a (calyspo singer???) was a surprise. His face now being green and bald?
Even more of a surprise.

"What the heck?"

(no subject)

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

And after the mun wrangles the computer back from HHS again, this actually gets posted

It doesn't occur to Daisy until she's halfway to her usual booth (she always has a usual, silly) what's wrong with the outfit she put on this morning.

Mainly that it's gone.

Looking herself up and down, at the familliar beige (with brown trim and knee-length skirt) dress and (uncomfortably bouncy) curly hairstyle and (killer stiletto) shoes, Daisy groans.

Apparently, being costumed as a Stork Club barmaid wasn't part of her plan.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack Driscoll went upstairs to check on Pinot. A man needs pet therapy sometimes, even if they're feeling on top of the world. But naturally, he needs to go back downstairs to eat dinner. So that he does.


And suddenly finds himself 100% more pink.

Also with figure skates.








Say it with me kiddies:

"WHAT THE HELL?!?"



ETA: As of this thread, Jack is now glowering in a booth, and rainbow colored. With beads!

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_whiteflame/]

Ingrid is not really accustomed to this being magically costume-ified thing.

But as she steps into the bar, there's a crown of blue flowers woven into her hair, and she's wearing a long white dress. The change in appearance takes her aback at first.

Then, after a moment of examining the new clothes and touching the flowers in her hair, she just heads up to the bar and orders a glass of white wine.

(no subject)

[silver_flecks]

There's an Endless.

Being Endless-y.

She was not going to have an entrance post, but some things were Taken Care Of, so now she can. Say true, say sparkly penis beads being handed out left right and center.

(no subject)

[iambetadraconis]

Rabastan doesn't do Mardi Gras.

Rabastan has no patience for Muggle festivals.

Thus he is a little irritated when someone runs up and tosses some beads onto his neck, asking why he's not in costume. He considers for a moment putting on his Death Eater robes, which is a kind of costume for him, but this is Milliways, and it's not a good idea, mainly because there are people from his world here, and if they see him in full DE regalia, things Could Turn Ugly.

Which means spending time in the cells if a duel breaks out - regardless of who starts it.

So he simply transfigures his day-to-day wear into dress robes.

Take it or leave it folks; just don't bother him about anything "Muggle".

He's still trying to get rid of the tangled-up beads about his neck.

(no subject)

[supersymmetry]

Fred has, unsurprisingly, fallen asleep on the sofa, where she had been happily reading something that the majority of the Bar patrons would likely find dreadfully boring.

When she wakes up a short time later, she sits up, blinking around sleepily. The book is gone, probably having been lost between the couch cushions or fallen on the floor to be picked up by a passing waitrat. She looks around for it briefly but is distracted by the sudden realization that it's gotten rather festive in here. She wonders, idly, what the occasion might be.

She also has absolutely no idea that she's wearing this.

Blue isn't usually her color, you see.

Have at?

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[schatten-jager.livejournal.com]

There's plenty of party noise going on behind the door when it opens, and a somewhat disheveled man stumbles in. He blinks a moment, an assortment of beads around both his neck and arms. He blinks and looks around, bottle of bourbon in hand and mutters, "Toto? I don't think we're in New Orleans anymore." He's been here before so he's not all too surprised but he does seem to be wanting to be back where he was. Just before the door closes you can hear women's voices saying, "Gabriel? Gab..." Slam as it shuts.

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Appears one Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter, all dressed up in a tuxedo (not unusual for him, really although he prefers a simple dark suit).

What is unusual for him is the fact that Del's grafted a penguin mask to his face.

Hannibal is amused.

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[creator_raven]

In what is possibly a nod to Mardi Gras, or possibly a nod to something else, Raven's coat is not black tonight.

It is white.

Hopefully he does not spill his hot chocolate all over himself.

Or herself.

Itself. Yes.

One of those.

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius walks in the Bar and shifts... into a rather different looking outfit. Seeing the state of his clothes and the wig, he chuckles and Speaks and then there is a young blond woman wearing an odd outfit.

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[somnium-sum.livejournal.com]

Tucked away in a booth with a bottle of curiously green and fizzing champagne.


The mask covered his entire face, with an exaggerated nose and flaring chin. He had to get used to it, but it allowed him to drink easily. the mask was tucked under a tricornered hat of black velvet, edged in feathery white down. There was an all-concealing cloak, draped around the rest of his figure, of heavy violet fabric embroidered with gold and emerald green. The metallic threads glittered when he moved. Beneath the cloak the livery was in the same colors: violet, green, gold. A doublet, breeches, and buckled boots.

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[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

Cimorene walks into the bar with a grin, brushing off dusty hands on her blue dress....her...chainmail dress?

"What..."

She's suddenly wearing a golden skirt and cape with a chainmail vest and long black sleeves. She also has a very shiny crown and a pair of wings. Yes, wings. Rather large ones.

"Well," she says, looking around in astonishment, "So much for a quiet cup of tea."

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy comes in from the stables, cheerful and content, and stops short as she steps into the bar proper.

She certainly wasn't out in the stables in a gown of trailing amethyst-colored brocade sewn with gold embroidery and jewels, smothered in diamonds and amethysts, or wearing her heavy for-very-best-occasions crown.

Well.

Princess Amethyst is in the bar. And frankly, Amy is quite annoyed about the fact.

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[killer-bride.livejournal.com]

Beatrix was planning on leaving the bar soon. Like tomorrow. There were things she needed to do, things she needed to get. People to kill.

That didn't mean she couldn't have one last relaxing night in the bar. So down she goes.




And suddenly finds herself in a very tight, heavily belted cat suit.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max had hoped that bringing a mask down with her would suit for Mardi Gras, as she didn't really feel like getting dressed up. Apparently it didn't. The breeze on her midriff is what tips her off to the fact that her clothing had been changed on her.

Hey, it had to happen sometime.

"Oh, for crying out loud!"

And the trouble with so much exposed skin is that all that nifty writing that had been showing up on her body can be seen.

Well...almost all. Please to not ask what isn't showing.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jason's in the cells. If you can find a way up there, feel free to visit. Or you know, chew him out.]

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[the_seafarer]

It is perhaps fortunate that Caspian opted to take the later shift of chores today--

Meaning that, standing, as he is, in the stables, currying Kiseki and whistling a sea chanty under his breath, he is remarkably free of sparkles.

Were he to know this, he would be very grateful indeed.

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[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

Mardi Gras is about boobs.

Duh.

And Rose Red has absolutely no issue with this -- in fact, she embraces it wholeheartedly, and leaves her blouse open.

She has a mask, but it's obvious who she is if you know her.

No reason to hide it.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti had left on the spur of a moment to go after his friend Námo and save him from himself; then he had found that his friend was in no danger to lose himself. Which was not entirely a good thing for the poor bewildered Vala, but would be, for Nerdanel and the future little half-Vala Feahelce.

He had spent quite some time just comforting his friend, and now he returned, his soul exhausted, with reassuring things to tell Nerdanel and Gil, but also the need to be reassured by them.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to Gil and Nerdanel, say sorry!]]

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael just woke up from a very nice nap. Eighteen hours, all told. Not bad. It was looking to be a good night.*

*Until he walked into the bar proper.*

*Now it looks to be a very bad night indeed.*

*He'd say something equivilent to "Fucking Milliways", if he could talk.*

She's BACK

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny walks in to the bar she had on jeans and a T-shirt. This sounds like a bad Joke.. IT turns to one when she is Costumed in the Queen of Hearts outfit.. OH Dear


She Is Also Glad she's the Only Weasley in the bar, Looks around for one just in case..mostly just the Older brother type


OOM Activity. Tim And Ginny have Gotten a Room upstairs. read at ones own risk. Not sure where going but putting fair warning.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise comes into the bar from... wherever he was. As soon as he enters, his clothes are covered with glitter.

He stares down at them, then facepalms. "Bloody hell."

Good thing he's nowhere near a mirror. Otherwise he would notice the eye liner. And the lipstick.

Then he'd really be cursing up a storm.

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[the-fool.livejournal.com]

Mardi Gras whut? The Fool always dresses like this. Nothing unusual here (except, you know, the Fool -- s/he's very unusual, all things considered). Still, one cannot help but be caught up in the festivities, can one?

SO! There is a very sparkly individual of questionable gender sitting in the rafters playing a mouth-organ. He would be more personable, but his mun is frekking exhausted. Therefor it may be assumed that anyone who throws fruit or vegetables at him will receive a cheerfully-delivered rude gesture and have them thrown right back.

The nice ones get holly berries. Not beads quite, but still small and round and shiny.

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[by-matchlight.livejournal.com]

Why fight it? A little blonde girl comes sneaking out from Room X and plops down in front of the fire. She is still in awe of her pretty new clothes, maybe she hasn't noticed the wings that appeared on her back when she entered the Bar.
Want to point them out to the little angel?

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco had his usual elegant wizarding robes on, and Martin was now back up in his coop, sleeping.
Some of his conversations earlier were strange. He had no idea how strange it could get.

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[daddy-mechanic.livejournal.com]

This isn't a dusty closet that's got a spare hydraulics overhaul kit in it.

It's a...bar.

And not one located anywhere in the town of Jefferson on the moon of Three Hills.

Teddy Frye is pretty good at looking confused when he puts his mind to it.




Good thing he wasn't just becostumed.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah, it seemed, had a costume for every occasion. She wasn't breaking the 'no naked in the bar' rule. But only barely, considering that all that was between naked and not naked was a few pounds of glass beads and a little scrap of silk so that they didn't pinch.

She was also on her third Bad Girl of the evening, provided she hadn't already been drinking before she arrived, but given that she was still fairly steady on her feet, it was likely that she hadn't been.

We'll just assume she's been here for a while, as her mun intended to have her in earlier, but that 'life' thing got in the way.

But she's totally here now! Go poke her!