milliways_bar | Oct. 31st, 2006

Oct. 31st, 2006

nodistresshere

[OOM: Conversations with Dead People: Iella Wessiri walks a while with her husband.]

krazyglusurgeon.livejournal.com

Cooper walks in.

Aha.

bloodandnicotine

"Oh, Bollocks."

It probably says a lot about Spike that this is his only reaction to being plush.

That and to order three more beers then usual. If' he's gonna be a puppet, he's gonna get drunki before someone sticks thier hand up his ass.

seker-pride.livejournal.com

Twelve o'clock and all is well!

Especially this year.

Unlike last year's Halloween this year is actually .... good.

To a Milli-ween veteran anything is better than being Michael Jackson. Again.

Current Mood: pleased

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Peter wandered in the bar. Was a bit glad for the break. But then as he walked in...

His clothes briefly changed to a scruffy golf worker attire, and he had a heavy five o'clock shadow. He paused and stared down at himself.

"What the? Aww, c'mon Bar sweetie, something else? I liked the cat look." So a moment later, he becomes a familiar fat cat.

And in his normal voice, (since scruffy golfer worker was a lot more whiny, and Garfield's voice is the same as Venkman's), "Thanks, Bar."
He padded, or waddled over to find a comfy place to sit. And maybe do something about his sudden hankering for lasagna.

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

He actually enters from the outside, his expression content if not outrightly happy. Things were complex, of course, and awkward, always, but there was always flight and in that flight, always--

...

.....

.......

"Fick fuck muck tuck tock tick kick hick hill hell."

stbethadettes

(In room 8: Beth has two very vivid dreams tonight.)

mandalorianheir.livejournal.com

There is a Mandalorian in the Bar. And he looked the part until he walked in a moment ago. Then, he looked down and saw that he was wearing a pink tutu, not his suit of armor.

Yes, his mun is evil.

And Boba Fett is cursing out the Bar in more languages than the mun knew existed demanding to know what is going on.

called_lioness

[OOM: Those things you never thought you'd do and wish you had. Lucy and Caspian, after having had a certain kind of chocolate and fighting earlier that day, make up in their room. Rather thoroughly. Little restraint means almost as little shame, and maybe that's how it should be with the person you love most. Rated "C" for "C. S. Lewis is rolling in his grave because of us. Again". Millitimed to October 24.]

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Dreams. Patrick Bateman has a conversation with a dead person. Warnings for the usual mess involved with him.]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

This will be the second time Garion actually curses loudly in the main bar area.

Considering, however... it's totally justified.

"What the FUCK?"

...and you wouldn't think he could get taller.

Watch the flames, now.

called_lioness

Last night, Bar refused to give her any more chocolate. It's possible a note was given that made Lucy's eyes widen and a very, very angry look cross her face.

It's possible that's also why Bar has decided to leave one Ms. Pevensie in her own clothes this evening, though a waitrat almost sheepishly offers her a plastic crown when it comes over to where she's sitting in a chair, face buried in her hands.

It's not so much upset as, "Oh, God, why did I say that to my brother or my cousin or...oh God."

(For the record, the waitrat was given a very, very long stare, before it squeeked in apology and backed away, leaving tea. It's not the rat's fault, but still.)

works-in-space.livejournal.com

He woke from the most vivid dream. It was really as if he were talking to his mother, and to Gary Mitchell. As if he were back on his ship. But that was impossible, wasn't it?

Jim would have given it more thought, but something seemed odd as he got his morning cup of coffee. Very odd. He looked down and saw...a vintage 22nd century Earth Starfleet uniform. And a thinner body. He ran his fingers through his hair, and over his face. Something was wrong here. Very wrong.

He looked at the mirror behind the Bar and faced an image not his own. An image of Captain Jonathan Archer, captain of another ship called Enterprise. He stared, and muttered two words...

"Oh boy."

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm comes down to the bar. He's in a good mood, calm, collected, got his act together. He's even wearing his favorite casual suit.

Oh, wait. No, he's not.

It's not the bright yellow boxing trunks and robe that bother him. Well, they do, but he's more confused by the katana he's now holding in his right hand.

That and the red rubber ball strapped over his mouth.

After a moment of flailing that finally gets the rubber ball off his face, he turns to Bar and splutters, "What the hell is this?"

He could almost swear he hears Bar chortling.

stilljustandrew

*There's something very disconcerting about entering the bar and finding your perspective suddenly about three feet shorter.*

*Andrew glances down at himself -- there's a lot less down than there was a few seconds ago -- and starts to laugh.*

Right. Bar? Trick or treat.

*There's a pause, and a plateful of ... bars of some kind, covered in chocolate and festooned with various candy bits ... appears on the bartop. Andrew grins, and picks one up.*

Huzzah.

lichvell-r.livejournal.com

The door opens.

A very pale girl strides in, seemingly in the grip of a high level of murderous rage.

And it vanishes quickly, when she notices there is a tavern of some kind where her bedroom should be.

Milliways, welcome Ravin.

called_lioness

[OOM: And thou, too, are a Daughter of Eve. Mary Lennox and Lucy speak, yesterday afternoon, outside. There is laughter, and a quarrel, and calling it pax, and, in the end, Queen Lucy the Valiant buys Lady Mary the Contrary, Royal Gardener, a milkshake.

Because even if it's thought of under the influence of magic candy, some things are still right.]

talkback.livejournal.com

"What, the fuck?"

This comes from the mouth of the velociraptor who just wandered into the bar. Poor Chase, he seems to have metamorphed into his own pet! With speech, cause it's more fun this way.

"No, seriously, what the hell? How am I supposed to get a drink with my arms all stunted, and three clawed and.. Argh!"

And he kicks out, with one of his rear legs, accidentally demolishing a chair.

"Okay, maybe this is cool."

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

That, right there? Is possibly the loudest, highest pitched, feminine scream that has occured in the bar for a long time. Someone is having far too much sadistic fun this halloween it seems, as one well known Death Eater is now dressed....

Well, look at the icon.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

She's been around for a couple Halloween's Knows its an adventuer just to come in the bar. you get changed because its all fun. But even she is surprised that she's dressed at a Witch? for this Halloween. Yeah Cute.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Conversations with Dead People: Last night, April got to tell someone from her past exactly what she thought of them.]]

April comes downstairs.

Blinks.

Angel costume - white pants and shirt, and wings.

"Thanks, Bar." she says with a smile, getting a mug of apple tea, ironically.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

For those who may have missed it last night. Clive is... well, a girl.

He makes a very pretty girl though, even if he is staring down his own shirt at the moment, "What the hell am I even supposed to do with these?"

At least Bar had let him keep his own costume, if only altered it enough to make it fit the new shape.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy had gone upstairs at some point during the night, he needed a nap. He wasn't at all surprised to find that he still had only pants in his dresser, and was even less surprised to find his wings back on when he came down for breakfast.

He sighed, shaking his head as he perched at Bar, "Love y'petit, really I do, but t'is is a bit r'diculous, non?"
She didn't answer, but he did get coffee and biegnets, so he wasn't going to complain too much.

lvpd_sidle

[OOM: Another conversation with a dead person. Sara makes cinnamon rolls with her mother.]

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

Bar took a good minute trying to figure out Matt Parkman's costume. On the other hand, he was bound and probably gonna be in trouble when he got back to his 'verse.

On the otherhand. He called her a Motel Six with nicer paneling. She at least rates a comfort inn and suites.

So, Matt stumbles downstairs yawning and dreaming of coffee-and no sooner does his foot hit the floor of bar proper when-

Shouldn't be this bright out. Shouldn't be this sunny either. Basin's never sunny. The evils that men do blacken the morning sky and leave it to the rest of us to-

Matt stops short, then stares down at his hands....now completely devoid of color.

His hands go up, grabbing at his pajama top turned suit and trenchcoat combo, face-

Face-

He doesn't scream. His persona for the day doesn't scream after all. He just lets loose a string of obscenities that would turn the pope blind. He even sounds different.

Someone tell the poor guy what's going on before he thinks that he's finally lost it?

gris_bug_man

[OOM: A grandmother meets her granddaughter, and a son knows he is loved.]

standsonbridge.livejournal.com

A fairly tall but otherwise nondescript man, dressed in loose-fitting brown and green clothing, enters the bar and looks around.

He mutters to himself in a very distinctly British accent, "Well, some things don't change, it seems".

He then takes in a few of the stranger patrons, "...on the other hand, some things definitely do".

withamagicword

Billy walks downstairs, and then stumbles, and somehow, in mid-stumble, flips, and lands on his feet.

He blinks, and shakes his head.

"What the heck?"

His voice comes out in a low Canadian accented rumble of a voice and he claps his hands to his throat, then stares at his hands. He looks around and notices how much bigger the rest of the room has gotten and a sneaking suspicion comes to him. He confronts a wait rat and asks for a mirror, which it returns with in a minute.

He stares.

"Bar!!!"

A somewhat disgruntled, and very short, superhero-looking Billy, heading for the Bar.

no_justice

Two anthropomorphic personifications walk into a bar. One in a helmet and breastplate, carrying a sword that seems to radiate absolute cold. The other carrying a scythe so sharp that it glows faintly blue, and is clothed in a robe of absolute darkness

It's like Soul Cake Tuesday, the helmeted one explains to his cowled companion. Everyone dresses up as someone else. It's fun.

Try it again. It's all in the resonance.

"Right. Cower, brief... Cower, Brief... Cower, brief mortals!" The cowled one shakes his head. "Almost had it there."

[OOC: two pups, two muns, address either or both.]

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

Nathan steps in the bar, carrying his guns and feeling excessively tired. He is dressed in a suit which he loathes, but is necessary sometimes, when you have to be a politician, in addition to everything else. He makes his way to Bar and pats her fondly.

A minute later, his guns, his suit, and his arm shimmer... and change into a very different look indeed. The face is the same, the muscles are the same, but that is about all that is familiar.

He looks down as he feels the sudden draft, blinks, stares, and groans.

"Bar.... what have you done?"

He settles in at the bar and orders a beer.

One Chippendale's dancer-dressed... or undressed, Nathan, at the bar.

mendanddefend_archive

[ooc: Long time lurker, first time roleplayer. Please be gentle?]

Bob had planned, to the extent that he ever plans anything, to have a nice quiet day in Mainframe. Hang out at Dot's, work on his car, maybe play some jetball with Enzo after school. After everything he's been through lately, a bit of normality would be a welcome change.

But "normal" never lasts long in Mainframe. Especially when the door to Dot's Diner suddenly leads... somewhere else.

So now there's a blue-skinned man in silver armor standing just inside the door to the bar, staring wide-eyed at his surroundings.

"...well," he says finally. "This is different."

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Jedi Master enters the bar.

Aw, come on, after Pulp Fiction last year's halloween, you saw this coming from a mile away. Just Mace is more receptive to the celebration this year, and the costume actually looks like someone else.

So, Not!Morpheus at the bar. With tea.

Bug at will.

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

[OOM: The only thing more awkward than running into an ex-girlfriend is running into a dead ex-girlfriend.]

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

He's at the bar ordering when he notices it. You know, the outfit? That one. With the frill around his neck and the pouf balls on his legs and--

Just click it.

That said, he actually doesn't head back upstairs, even though Dante is quirking his head back and forth at the strange fur his human seems to have now...

He heads for a booth. In the back.

And hope no one notices the GIANT WHITE PUFFBALL that is him.

dontlooklisten.livejournal.com

Whistler makes his way down the stairs, confident that his clothing is going to be exactly the same when he gets down as it was when he put it on-

Oh, bleah.

The cape again.

"You know," he says to no one in particular as he tentatively makes his way in the direction of the Bar, "I wouldn't mind so much if I just had some idea what superhero I'm supposed to be."

wolfskincoat.livejournal.com

(In came the little girl in...

She stops when she enters, head up and alert. And both (thick, leather hunting gloves) hands go straight to her (rounded, plump) breasts, tracing a curious line down her (beige leather bustier, laced up the front) side to her belt, where she discovers the (easily the size and possibly the weight of our heroine) sword to her side.

With a gasp, she whips her hand to her rear, searching for something that she then fails to find tucked into her (skintight leather) trousers.

Extending one foot out in front of her, she examines her (knee length, fur-trimmed) footwear with interest and possible approval. But when a lock of her (long flowing, natural auburn) hair falls into front of her face, she lifts her head and smoothes it back over her scalp and to the base of her neck, where she finally discovers the crowning glory of the outfit, a long hooded

...red)

cloak.

"...the fuck?"

female-were.livejournal.com

Halloween isn't one of Raina's preferred holidays. People dress up as the monsters that she lives her very life with. And, yea it's sometimes funny to find how far off people are in their imagination of those monsters, she usually avoids the costumes and children.

She had planned on a quiet day reading by the fire. The book in her hand proof of that, when she came down in a fluffy sweater and jeans, barefoot of course. What she hadn't expected was the change in her appearance upon entering the bar. Her cloths were replaced with a long black dress, cut extra low in the back for the extravagant black wings now coming out of her back. And her auburn locks are now the color of raven feathers.

She's blinking at the costume, amazed that she changed and, despite the hair and wings not so unhappy about it. She gives a small shake of her head as she moves further into the bar towards a couch. She has half a mind to retreat back upstairs, but she's decided to tough it out.

So, dark winged Raina is now sitting on a couch by the fire. Carefully we might add, as the wings make it a little odd.

akai-suna.livejournal.com

There's a flurry of sand as the door swings open, revealing a thin figure siloetted by the storm.

The door slams shut and most of the dust settles, except for a bit floating around the man's feet.

Then it seems he gets a good look not just at his surroundings, but himself.

His hands fold in front of his face, and he shouts, "Release!" Nothing happens, so he tries again.

As his irritation grows, the sand drifts higher and higher around him.

So there is now one Red Ranger standing near the bar, saying, "This is the most powerful genjutsu I've ever encountered."

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

Bar's Halloween costumes, by and large, seem to make the wearer quite a bit sexier than normal.

There is, however, such a thing as an outlier, which is a word which means here as "being dressed in a ridiculous giant moogle costume."

Exactly where in time or millitime Yuna has entered the bar is a little fuzzy, thanks to some unfinished threads, but one thing is certain. She's very confused.

And the eyeholes on this thing aren't big enough.

So that's two things, I guess.

fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com

"... all right," says the Brigadier as he walks in from the offices at UNIT headquarters. "What just happened to my eye?"

He pauses. He doesn't say anything else, but he's running one hand along his upper lip in a very clear and where did my mustache go? gesture.

Eventually he'll figure out that's not really a UNIT uniform any more, either...

wizard_dresden

The time when the spooks get to romp and play and when all manners of critters are out galavanting about taking candy and hiding in the bushes.

Well, and people dress up too.

Yup - Halloween. Also my birthday, but I don't tend to announce that part.

So - what do I get this year? C'mon - hit me!

*poof*

Funny - very funny. I always wanted to join the Navy.

*****

From the bar, some might hear the loud call of an air spirit in a skull:

"TODAY IS HARRY DRESDEN'S BIRTHDAY!

"GIVE HIM A GOOD OLD-FASHIONED BIRTHDAY SPANKING FOR ME, HUH?"

*****

"Thanks, Bob."

So I'm standing here in Navy dress whites awaiting a round of, apparently, birthday spankings.

I wish I was more into S&M - that part might be enjoyable that way.

Current Mood: amused

boundxkitty

Guess who has forgotten what day it is. She'll blame the whole, spending too much time in her world if asked. But, yes she's forgotten that it's Halloween.

Which is probably the only reason she's in the bar after what it did to her last year. So, when jeans and t-shirt are replaced with a red and white dress, a devil tail, one red wing, one white fluffy wing, and a horn/halo combo, there's a faint swear from her lips.

Though, upon further inspection of her costume, her lips quirk faintly. No moving tail, not canine extremities. She could deal with this. So, she makes her way to a booth, the swing in her steps made more by the strap-y red heels of the costume.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

If you asked Saionji, on a scale of one to ten, how much he loved his Halloween costume, he would say, "CHUUUUUUU!!!!"

Oh, it's pretty damn chu all right.

He'd leave, but he can't reach the doorknob anymore.

highking.livejournal.com

Sometimes when a paid account runs out, a mun has to get creative.

Thus, Peter is sitting at the bar, dressed as the back-end of a pantomime horse. He's taking it with remarkable grace.

"Never apologized to you, did I, then?" he tells the Bar wryly.

Which does not get him out of his costume, but does get him a cup of tea.

middle-name-s.livejournal.com

It's been a long time since Harry came into Milliways; Bar gives him a little grace period to sit down at the Bar and get a Happy Halloween! pumpkin cookie with his coffee before--

poof!

"Never been a hockey player," he says dubiously, looking down at his costume.

morbid-midweek.livejournal.com

Given the day, how could Wednesday not make an appearance? Even if that appearance is slightly altered. But that's the point, now, isn't it.

She orders a latte from the bar, adjusts her hat and settles at a table. She knew this would be the place to be today.

[OOC: Mun will be in and out all afternoon and will have to call slowtime at 5pm EST. Still, I couldn't resist putting her in, even for a bit.]

namo

Námo enters the bar, child in his arms, and pauses as his robes -- and Gabriel's breeches and tunic -- are replaced.

He looks at his son, then at himself.

"The angel last year was far more tolerable," he mumbles while Gabriel screeches his delight.

The two cows go and sit at a table and are brought cookies and milk by a chittering rat. Námo frowns at the rat, but Gabriel's obvious enjoyment erases the sour look on his face.

lvpd_sidle

Sara starts her day by walking downstairs.

She stumbles, clutching one of the railings.

"........Bar? Let the record show that I -hate- stilettos."

mnt_mike

Mike has been away for so long.
Mike has been hurting.
Bar believes she can help on both fronts.
Halloween is a time of helping, afterall.
Bar's finish goes cherry with anticipation.

Mike needs to get out. It's getting to the point where there's just too much....too much.
leodonsplinter
And not enough...not enough.
raphmel
So of course there has been a lot of...a lot of.
baking

Eventually Mike runs out of supplies. Supplies and containers in which to store finished products. Seriously, there are muffins of all types covering almost every horizontal surface of Rm 134.

A situation like this can only lead to one thing, and one thing only: Mike is going to have to descend into the bar for supplies and tupperware.
Things are right as rain...until he gets to the very last flight of stairs. That's about the point where his vision begins to blur. Where he gets the chills. And most importantly...where his clothes begin to feel like they're strangling him.

His foot isn't where he expects it to be, and he stumbles. The stumble turns into a tumble, and Mike finds himself falling down the rest of the flight of stairs. He braces for impact, trying to roll so as to not hit his head.
Instead of landing with a whump on the floor, he skids....on a shell that wasn't there a second ago.

Gently rocking back and forth on his newly acquired carapace, Mike takes in the sight of Bar.

"A little warning would have been nice, you know."

alderaani-intel.livejournal.com

{Conversations with Dead People: Winter gets a visit from her adoptive father. And all is well.}

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

He's avoided coming downstairs as long as possible, but at some point, hunger won out over dignity.

"...Fucking Halloween."

Current Mood: annoyed

somnium-sum.livejournal.com

. . .on Halloween.

On general principle, Samhain is one of the most important boundary-times. That the walls between worlds are papery thin, making communication between the spirits and the Faeries and mortals more likely.

Roiben already had his share of the day on the other side of his door. The least he wanted was a cup of coffee from the bar and toast with honey. He got it. He was also given a costume composed of silver spangles that were supposed to be a dress, tattered fishnets, and a feather boa in place of his coat. He still had his boots and he was sure it was a good thing.

He decided that the stockings were very impractical. Bah, what a drag.

Near him, laughing silently, was Ghost. There was so much activity in the bar that everything felt like static charges against the skin, so he was hiding. With the exception of eye holes hastily cut out with pinking shears, with pale blue eyes blinking out, he was hidden beneath a bedsheet covered over with mauve roses and spring-green twines of ivy. Boo.

[ooc: Two puppets, one mun. One or the other, just say which.]

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

Days and names of days have never been high on his list of things to keep track of - he's been gone quite a while, after all - so it takes Lucifer a few moments to realise that his outfit has changed. And a few more moments to realise what, exactly, he is wearing.

His expression segues through surprise, disapproval and thoughtfulness and manages, somehow, to come out as deep amusement.

Lucifer laughs, flicks the tips of his wings, and goes to get a drink.

The mun is still dubious about the wisdom of this, but is not one to pass up an opportunity such as the one presented by that picture.

necessary_child

The door hasn't been working for Sam for a day or so, and consequently the Band Candy has worn off.

And he realises just how badly he's almost certainly screwed up.

So it's not really a surprise that he hasn't exactly been trying too hard to return to Milliways. But the bar (and the mun) have other plans, so he walks in now, backwards, talking to the student behind him, wearing his usual all-black (though for some reason without a jumper) and the face of a man trying very, very hard not to think.

Well, he was wearing all black. As the door closes behind him, his clothes abruptly turn bright red, and two small, pointy bright-red horns poke through his thick black hair as the book he was holding turns into a pitchfork. (He's also gained a matching red pointy tail, but he hasn't noticed that yet.)

"...What the..."

It takes several seconds for the reason why to sink in. "Ha, ha. Very fucking funny, Bar." (At any other time, he might have found this funny.)

He stalks over to Bar proper, plonking himself on a barstool.

"Oh well, at least there's one benefit to this shithole. Atlantean, please, the largest you've got. And keep them coming."

Bar provides, along with a neat white card saying 'Killjoy' which Sam steadfastly ignores.

"Ta."

Sam has every intention of getting screamingly drunk, but misery loves company, so he doesn't mind (with one definite exception) being talked to. Just don't ask him what happened or tell him getting drunk never solved anything.

othercaptjack

Hey, it's after eighteen hundred hours - legitimate martini time!

Captain Jack Harkness bounds cheerfully downstairs, before pausing at the bottom of the stairs in the realisation that the bounding has become definitely... bouncier. And his clothes are suddenly too big.

That's just not right.

"Bar!"

Hmm. Yes, definitely bouncier. Also... softer. Fascinating.

He -- she, for the moment, wanders further in, swaying experimentally, and shrugging off the much-too-big jacket to carry over one noticeably slimmer shoulder. A martini appears before she can even ask, and Jack accepts with a rueful grin and an elegant bow.

"You couldn't at least have put me in something slinky?"

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There is a cheerful, blue Queen of Antar walking through the doors into the bar, dressed casually, planning to go for a run around the lake.

And then there is a still blue but markedly less cheerful Queen of Antar staring balefully in the direction of Bar.

"Fucking Milliways."

twiststheblade

Miho walks into the bar - and sighs. She'd been warned about this, but that doesn't mean she hadn't been hoping for something a little more. . . dignified.. The shirt is very tight, the skirt is very short, the heels are very high, and somehow, she looks younger than her nineteen years. Joy. Still, her cigarettes are still there - even if the lighter is inexplicably suddenly blue and sparkly. She perches on a barstool - carefully (very short skirt, remember), and sparks a smoke. Bar provides bourbon. Bar is wise.

button-masher.livejournal.com

"Fuck!" Tycho snaps as he stumbles down the stairs, wearing the costume that is the most unholy. Forget strippers and nuns and devils and hookers! Tycho Brahe dressed in Johnathan Gabriel's clothing?! THIS IS TORTURE I SAY.

He's got that aglamation of all that is also unholy in his hand and he glares at it threateningly, like it had something to do with it. He stomps over to the bar, and orders a basket of fruit and sets the small robot on top and and crosses his arms.

Argh.

never-mourned.livejournal.com

...

Well, isn't this a lovely surprise.

It's not that Elphaba doesn't appreciate the effort. Really, it isn't. Well, all right. She doesn't appreciate it, but there were worse people to appear in public as than the Good Witch herself.

She's just not entirely certain who they are, right now.

You'll have to pardon her. The green woman is currently, in addition to being green, also rather pink. Much to her horror, her hair also seems to have joined the mutiny, and is curly and a rather distressing shade of yellow.

If she didn't clash before, she most certainly does now.

It's almost enough to send her straight back upstairs.

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is alright with showing flesh. Sime just don't have the same sense of modesty that Gens do. This is a little much, especially realizing that it is not what she put on. There is a "Meep?"

At least Bar didn't take away her ankle-bracelet.

md_donighal

The moment Michael sets foot in the bar, he changes.

"Well," he says, catching sight of his reflection in his glass of Atlantean, "you're a sight for sore eyes."

Current Mood: amused

masterofsoresu

Obi-Wan materialises, and almost at once, changes. He's used to the younger face (although, these days, it usually comes with the beard he started growing after he was Knighted), but the clothes are... from Earth. Why?

Current Mood: confused

the_lioness

Bar, it seems, is being nice to Alanna this year.

It's no secret to anyone who knows her that Alanna has a fondness for pirates, at least the pirates she knows, all of whom tend to be the less bloodthirsty sort. And so she starts with surprise and then laughs when she suddenly finds herself dressed as one. Eye patch, solitary gold earring, crimson coat and the finest pair of high pirate boots she's ever seen: Alanna has no complaints. The clothes are comfortable and move with her, and her sword is still strapped to her back. Truth be told, she wishes she had been so cleverly attired when she sailed with Jack and his crew. The smile doesn't stick around, but she heads to bar and pats the smooth wood surface, saying a quiet thank you.

It's also no secret to those who know her that Alanna has reason to dislike this day.

Along with her typical fruit juice and afternoon meal, Alanna receives a piece of paper describing Mary Read. It seems fitting. Disguised herself as a boy -- check. Captured by a pirate -- yes, twice actually. Escaped hanging due to pregnancy -- well, it's not like Alanna's going to argue with that at the moment.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The really disconcerting part of being on the second day of the Halloween costuming fit Bar goes through, for Harry, is the part where he's almost certain he can hear his pulse. Both of them. It's not right, dammit.

Neither is the velvet get-up he's still saddled with, or what happened to his tattoo, but really, it's the pulse thing that's bugging him just at the moment.

Bar had better have some fucking impressive tea ready if she expects him to put up with this.

forgoodorforawesome

Strong Bad and The Cheat already had their Halloween costumes picked out, so they decide to get some use out'a them. Fortunately, Bar cooperates, so they won't have to egg her or anything.

Strong Bad's usual cold one comes with a note; looks like somebody remembered. "Whoa!" he says once he's read it. "Gimlet, son of Groin, went on to Dwarf Valhalla? That makes me feel all mushy inside! The Cheat, we gotta get a bottle of whatever beer he liked and find a curb to pour it out on!"

The Cheat makes confused The Cheat noises.

"I know, it's a sin to waste good beer, but I got a feeling he'd want it this way. Or we could drink it ourselves. Or find one of his buds to share it with. Yeah, that last one sounds good. What'a you think, The Cheat?"

Enthusiastic The Cheat noises.

"That's what I figured."

Current Mood: determined

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

There is... a nun... a blonde nun, in a booth.

She is mostly people-watching right now.

is-he-isnt-he.livejournal.com

Ben inna bar with a bunny. Comment beau!

He hasn't meant to end up in the bar, so the bunny is unintentional, but still--bunny! Cute, fluffy, angelic little bunny, twitching its nose and hopping about. You know you want to pet the bunny.

Especially as Ben hasn't been very nice to it of late (although, to be fair, he has ordered a carrot for it along with his coffee and sandwich.) The bunny needs love, guys. The bunny needs you.

Also, feel free to talk to Ben himself.

gonna_live

[Out of Milliways:

Tests.]

janetsdaughter.livejournal.com

Cassie walks down the stairs, book in hand. It must be a very interesting book because she continues reading even as she's walking.
That, possibly, is why she doesn't notice at first that the jeans and turtleneck that she was wearing when she began her decent down the stairs is no longer what she is wearing. Instead she's wearing a dress with large and very heavy skirts, not to mention a slight train. But it was the sudden feeling of bare feet against the bottom step that caused her to look down.

"I didn't realize it was the Renais-" She stops and rubs her forhead.
"No, of course not. It's Halloween. In Milliways. What was I thinking - it would be a normal day?"

She sighs and goes over to Bar.
"What am I supposed to order, a turkey leg?"

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

( Letter for Sir Alanna of Trebond or Olau or Young or Whatever )

turned_captain

[Conversations with dead poeple: The Will Turner variety]

jack_inthegreen

Jack changes with the seasons.

mommywitch.livejournal.com

Piper is not happy. Not happy at all. For one thing, something strange is going on with her powers. Now she realizes that it's Halloween and strange things happen on Halloween, but she's not fond of things that mess with her powers. Secondly, everywhere she goes recently there seems to be bunnies. Not that she has anything against bunnies, but you never know if it's the good and cute bunny or the kind that's going to try to chomp your arm off. (They're called demon bunnies for a reason.) But the final straw was when she was upstairs, minding her own business, and then all of a sudden her outfit changed to something..much more like something Phoebe would wear. Not only did her outfit change but all of her other clothes seemed to disappear.

When she doesn't find her sisters in their rooms she heads downstairs.
"Alright. Who's playing the practical joke?"

smart-sam.livejournal.com

Sam was taking a walk outside when all of a sudden she wasn't in the clothes she had been in a moment earlier. They were stiffier and much more..formal feeling.
"What..?"

She walks into the bar and looks around.
"..Well I guess I shouldn't complain too much about my outfit."

thea-lilitu.livejournal.com

Thea came traipsing down from her room, completely unaware of Bar's nefarious plottings. She was wearing a denim Happy Bunny minidress...until she got near the bottom of the stairs.

Then suddenly she became a foot taller and considerably paler, and her dress became this glittery red stuff that exactly matched the hair now falling over one of her eyes. Not to mention that her decolletage now stuck out a disproportional four extra inches.

"What the..." she paused, looking down at herself. Her hands slid over the impossibly pulchritudinous boobage briefly...and then a grin slowly dawned.

"I'm a TOON!"

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Joe McCoy, "Why Don't You Right?"

capt_angie

The door opens and a young woman comes into the bar, wearing black robes and a tall witches hat. For the young woman in question, the state of dress is pretty normal- just her ordinary, everyday work clothes. They hardly change at all when she steps into the bar. What is not so normal though, is the pale green colour her skin turns as soon as her foot crosses the threshold.

Angelina doesn't notice the change in hue as she heads to the bar and takes a seat. It isn't untill she takes her hat of and puts it on the bar that she catches sight of her hands. She holds them both up in front of her face and wiggles her fingers, then puts one hand into her bag and rummages around untill she comes across a small compact mirror so she can see her face- still the same, just green.

"Oh very amusing," she says dryly to Bar as she puts the mirror away. "How long did it take you to come up with this?"

[ooc: Angelina does NOT look like Elphaba Thropp. She looks like herself, just green.]

didntseeit.livejournal.com

[OoM: Do you remember a man named Archuleta?]

agnes_nitt

Agnes enters the bar from Jack's world and immediately feels... drafty.

She looks down at the naughty schoolgirl outfit she's suddenly wearing -- the one that shows off far more skin than anyone but her boyfriend has ever seen -- and claps her hand over her mouth to contain the shriek of embarassment.

futures_of_ash

Her Halloween costume was subtle, just a shift in clothing really. Her mother's costume, from an unfortunate time known as the Dark Phoenix arc...

She hasn't even noticed.

So, venturing inside from the lake, stray flames still licking in her hair, Rachel sits carefully at the Bar and is giving a black folder and her usual cup of broth. Full of numbers apparently...

Yes, she's completely and utterly lost, maybe the numbers make sense sideways or something...

shufti

Shufti comes downstairs with Jack in her arms, gets some food from Bar and goes over to a booth.

She has just settled Jack down on the sofa when she feels something, and looking down, notices that her feet have turned huge and furry.

So. Piercing scream from the booth in the corner. Someone might like to explain Hallowe'en to her before she tries to pull all the fur out...

undignified

Wes has a really astral jacket.

Okay, the white shirt and pants are a little annoying (you spill one drop of whiskey--), and the make-up he could really do without (eyeliner? seriously, what? why?), but the red jacket? Hot.

(The daisy chain around his neck isn't quite part of the costume; but how could he not, huh?)

He's also got his guitar -- the one he hasn't touched in almost a year -- and is quite happily playing an acoustic version of some song he heard in an Earth holo.

One day a year, man.

Halloween's great.

snorkacklover.livejournal.com

[OOM: It takes a lot to surprise Luna.]

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

Ichigo's totally unaware of the Halloween shenanigans as he walks into the bar, running a hand through his hair. The door closes and he takes a moment to survey the area, and then it happens, he, meanwhile, none the wiser. The change is instantaneous, and it takes him a little while to catch on.

As in, while he's standing there for a few seconds, his tail twitches, the little bell tied to the end of it (with a ribbon) jingling merrily at the same time.

And he freezes.

"What the-"

Because Ichigo does not have a tail. And his voice is not supposed to be that girly and high pitched either.

But then again, he's also pretty sure, as he checks himself over, that he's not normally a perky little catgirl either.

He screams. Like the little girl he seems to have become.

If anybody wants him (her?), they can find the little gender confused thing hiding underneath a table, trying desperately to keep the far-too-short skirt down and not let it reveal anything he'd like to keep covered.

frankmartin

Feeling better about where his life was going for the first time in a long while, Frank came down to the Bar from his room, wearing his usual black suit and white shirt. When he stepped into the Bar though, he noticed something distinctly drafty, glanced down and stared for a moment.

...hospital gown?

Using one hand to hold the back of the gown together, Frank carefully headed towards the Bar to request some safety pins and a stiff drink. One to help preserve his modesty and the other... well, if this was anything like the last time he found himself attired in a little open-backed, white number then he must be drunk. Or concussed. Or both. And if he wasn't then this should be remedied (preferably the drunk rather than the concussed).

Current Mood: cold

slayer_fray

[OOM: A dead person dreams.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[Atton has a conversation with an old subordinate, and a man who sleeps with vibroblades.]

Atton stumbles down to the bar, buttoning up his shirt as he goes, frowning. He isn't frowning much more, because when he reaches the bottom, there's a faint pop, and a rush of air, and Atton's gone.

In his place, there's a small Mountain Hare, a bit fluffier than is normal, with a little brown ribbed armband round one of his paws and a tag on his ear that looks like a tiny pazaak card.

Atton-the-Hare just glares at the Bar silently, and hops up into a booth and onto his table, where he proceeds to stare at the Bar, flicking his ears irritably.

Botherable.

oneman_onevote

[OOM: Havelock Vetinari dreams, upstairs.

And he doesn't even celebrate Halloween.]

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

Mel's second time in the bar may be even more likely to leave a lasting impression.

One moment she's opening the door to help out at Miss Dove's preschool class, the next--

Well. Spanish dancer's outfit. Milliways.

She gets a coke from Bar and settles down at a table, taking notes for next year's costume.

At least she's taller. Hello platform shoes.

It could be worse. She could be dressed as an angel.

jedi-exile.livejournal.com

Jedi at the Bar, hand wrapped around a bottle of juma juice, eyeing it warily.

Still in slave costume yes.

She's given up on covering up.

anotherlifebro.livejournal.com

Desmond has a HAT.

He likes the hat. He's a bit confused about its sudden appearance (and that of the rest of his outfit, probably familiar to anyone who hasn't been stuck in a hatch since 2001), but he quite likes it.

And he certainly doesn't argue when Bar provides him with a bottle of rum, either.

He even says, obligingly, "Yo ho to you, sister!"

heroiccharacter.livejournal.com

As he enters, Silverbolt isn't expecting Milliways to begin with; he had been heading into the Axalon, just like normal. Finding himself in the bar again was surprising-as is looking around and seeing that everyone looks...well, slightly stranger than they had looked before.

Eventually Silverbolt glances down at himself, noticing that he doesn't seem to be wearing his proper body. This is alarming enough, but the next thing that springs to mind is even more so.

Where are his feet?

badinlatin

Mal's had a rough sort of night, and decided to go to the bar to get a cup of coffee.

Of course, he wasn't expecting a costume change.

There is ... tweed.

Brown trousers. Mal learned the word 'trousers' to apply to real pants out of a book he borrowed from Bar awhile ago, and he finally has an appropriate time to use it.

A cup of tea resting on a saucer appears as his holster disappears.

And there is ... a halo?

" ... Holy ruttin' Christ I'm tianshi."

[ooc: Am on-duty tonight; therefore -- at 11 pm EST and 1 am EST, I will be gone for hour-long intervals, plus ou moins. The joys of RA-dom.]

tibetanmethod

Cooper looks down at himself. He doesn't get it.

"Bar...?"

Bar provides a notecard, helpfully.

Click.

"Diane."

[Amused. And more than a little pleased.]

"I seem to find myself in the enviable position -- and even the man himself envied the position -- of being Cary Grant."

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

[At Redmond, Anne is homesick.]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary's in the bar, for the purpose of accomplishing several tasks.

1) Acquiring a strawberry milkshake. This is very easily done.

2) Picking up her new insignia - the engraved ring arrives with the milkshake, and is, Mary thinks, among the nicest jewelry she's ever seen. She slips it onto her finger solemnly, and divides her time subsequently between admiring it, sipping her milkshake, and working on the third task, which is

3) Writing a thank-you note for Mr. Gabriel Tam.

Absorbed in all of this as she is, she utterly fails to notice that her sensible blue dress has transformed into a vaguely princessy gown with a ridiculous amount of ruffles. It seems she'll be living up to her new title.

taishar_malkier

Lan emerges from the House of Arch painting, and takes one step into the bar.

And stops.

Bar had been sparing him the Halloween costumes Ace warned him of. Apparently, that's no longer the case.

It could be worse. These aren't outlandish clothes.

That's only so much comfort, when his clothing is different, and his hair feels different, and his face feels different. And his sword has changed to something more like a Shienaran's broadsword, and his hadori is gone.

Lan is resigned, but decidedly unamused.

blue_ajah

She is perfectly well aware of what these particular holidays mean, as reckoned by the bar's calendar. For that reason, Moiraine has stayed upstairs for some time, and considered remaining there for the duration.

However, there are some things for which it is worth braving the Bar's peculiar sense of humor, she decides. (A lack of tea may be among them.)

When she glides down the stairs, Moiraine feels the shift. She looks down first at the white gown, then raises her hand to her long golden hair-- noting as she does that her Great Serpent ring has shifted into another, one with a star-bright diamond-- and sighs slightly as she touches her ear.

"Light strengthen me," she murmurs. "Still, it could be far worse."

With that, Moiraine starts across the room, in search of tea.

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

Jack steps through, and finds himself--

in leather?

Both hands clap over his mouth.

"Lord!"

God, he's in leather pants, what feels like a black silk shirt (it is, it also has black embroidery in it) and a leather jacket on that he's already fighting to get out of. This is absolutely ridiculous.

And ack, his fingernails are black, too. Lucky him, he can't see the eyeliner.

old-curlywolf.livejournal.com

Warren and Kyle have been outside most of the day. They started out just before noon, but their idea of a walk and a picnic quickly turned into a long hike and getting 'lost'. Luckily, they had brought along a blanket, so their afternoon deep in the forest had been rather comfortable... So comfortable, in fact, that they fell asleep.

By the time they woke they were both cold and hungry, but they were still rather cheerful as they gathered their things, though Warren never did find his boxers. They had surprisingly little trouble getting back to the bar, but whether that's because Warren was never lost to begin with or because they could see the lights of the bar is anyone's guess.

Anyway! They looked rather cheerful as they stepped inside the back door, but then there was a double 'pop!' as if someone had stepped on a piece of bubble wrap. Warren's clothes were suddenly a LOT heavier and his hair was longer than it had been in over a year, and he had an itchy beard.

He froze there in the doorway, looking down at himself for a minute or so. He's now wearing armor that would look right at home at a certain round table, complete with sword and quiver, though he has no bow. He finally raises one hand to scratch at his head and mutters in a newly incongruous Texas drawl, "Well, fuck me."

He's still too stuck on the whole 'knight in armor' thing to notice his cowboy boots are gone. This is probably a good thing.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

This time he chooses.
It's not enough to have a little taste
The face he wants to wear and
I want the whole damn thing an' now
it suits him. Just fine.
Need to get psycho.

kittenscrap.livejournal.com

There is a very disgruntled Kitten in the bar. The nonsense of All Hallows she had avoided for the last bit of time. But no... she goes wandering to find Rabastan and what happens? Her fur is suddenly bright pink, and her normal collar is black, with a /bell/.

She's mewing at the bar, apparently arguing with it.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jack and Chris had to come off the Band Candy sometime. This morning would be that time. Still in progress.]

Jack and Chris come slinking down the stairs to the bar, looking as though they'd like to disappear at the moment.

Of course, Bar has other plans.

No sooner have they set foot in the bar, than they're transformed; he's given a tuxedo with a rather garishly patterned blue jacket, while she's given a mammoth, flouncy, meringue of a wedding dress.

"Oh this is so not funny," Chris mutters.

"I think I need a drink. You?" Jack asks.

"Please."

Heading over to the bar, they don't even have a chance to ask before two champagne flutes appear beside a small, white-iced cake, tiny figures of a bride and groom on top. The figures are dressed in exactly the same outfits as their larger counterparts. There's a small note next to the cake, "Congratulations!" written in Bar's familiar hand.

Needless to say, there is much grumbling once they're ensconced in a dim corner booth, hopefully hidden from view. Like they're really going to be that lucky; particularly when there are so many people who'll need explanations.

[OOC: Double post again; feel free to tag either pup or both of them. Just let us know who you'd like to talk to!]

totallynotkira.livejournal.com

The front door opens. A short, blonde Japanese girl wanders through, eyes closed and humming tunelessly.

When she bumps into a table and the door shuts behind her, she blinks. Tightening her grip on the notebook in her arms, Misa stares.

"...Rem?"

There is no response, where she was obviously looking for one.

"Rem?"

And then, she spots the Observation Window.

Cue an earsplitting, bloodcurdling shriek.

mogget_cat

Yrael enters the bar from the back corridor, humming to himself as he stretches.

It's been a hard day's nap,
and I've been sleepin' like a log.
It's been a hard day's nap,
I should be-

He stops as the shift takes place. Oh right. It's Halloween. Thanks, Bar.

Yrael seems to be quite a bit shorter than he had been when he entered, and... remarkably female. Same white clothes. His hands...er... her hands and face and hair are different, though. And she's wearing a hat. It feels odd.

Bar provides a hand mirror, helpfully.

...after a while, Yrael begrudgingly admits that he likes the hat.

bloodyrockgod

You'd think, after two Halloweens at Milliways, that Charlie would be prepared.

But you're never really prepared for this, are you?

"Fan-fucking-tastic," he says in resignation, and winces at his American voice.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill walks through the door holding a bag of candy he's 'confiscated' and munching quite contentedly on a fun size Snickers when the world suddenly goes dark. He drops his bag of candy and his hands go up to his covered head. "Hey!"

Thrashing man in a fuzzy deer costume in a bar. Help him out?

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

...the first thing he feels is his head. It... seems like no one messed with his hair, but you could never be sure. Halloween in this place?

He checks in the mirror behind the--

Well, those threads are different, almost as grooving as his usual but not quite. Kinda sleek and he's digging it. Even the pink shades are kinda neat. He'd mind the streaks in his hair if they didn't look like racing stripes.

"Not too bad. Better than the bandages..."

Except for the weird desire to drive really really really really fast...

young_tmriddle

Sometimes when one is in negotiations with certain groups in the Underside, especially a group of most peculiar late '70's era types in their King's Road fortress, one is better off blending in.

Which would explain why Tom's hair is spiked up, why his shirt is ripped and pinned together over tight leather trousers, and why he has a sneer on his face. Oh wait, the latter would be because he forgot to change clothes on his way for a much needed scotch.

He's just realized what a prat he must look. However, once he notices all the other odd get ups, he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness it's Hallowe'en," he mutters and heads for the bar. He hopes his scotch isn't spiked with anything but alcohol.

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina's still in the bar. And still in costume.

She's finally found a comfortable position that won't bother the wings while she reads. A.k.a. she's on the couch on her stomach, wings elegantly above her where they come out her back.

She wouldn't mind an interruption if someone wanted to provide it. Really.

~~P.S. if you get a good look at her book, ignore that she's reading about herbs.~~

argyle_princess

Hannah came into what she thought was the girls' bathroom, and found a bar instead.

A bar full of people dressed even more strangely than usual.

She's still dressed in the clothes she wore in, though her earrings have changed into cheerful jack-o-lanterns, one of which she has removed, looked at, and put back.

"I suppose that explains it," she says, to no one in particular, and then gets coffee and an out-of-the-way seat.

ETA: [ooc: And the mun concedes defeat to the headache from hell. If anyone really wants to talk to the girl, I'm happy to slowtime. Or she'll be back soon. Happy Halloween!]

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOM: a dream, some words (c) Frog Eyes]

ironside-pixie.livejournal.com

Ah the pitter patter of tiny human teenage feet...with claws.

"Huh...?"

Kaye looks down. Well if it isn't some kind of smoking hot catsuit? She might be more surprised if the rest of the Bar didn't seem to be under a similar curse.

"Meow." She says to no-one in particular. Because lets face it...it's just a little skintight.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

Fiona knows many, many languages - hundreds, if not thousands. You pick them up over the years. And she knows how to swear in all of them. However, all this wealth of knowledge fails her when the Bar turns her dress into a playboy bunny outfit.

Complete with ears and a fluffy white tail.

Resisting the urge to back out the door, all the princess says is,

"Oh...bother."

iambetadraconis

Rabastan's first Halloween is not going well.

He's been meowed at, purred at, hissed at, nipped by one of the rats, had catnip thrown in his direction [to obvious effect].

Even ended up playing catch with a yarn ball. Several actually.

And now he's got a plate of fish and a glass of milk in front of him.

When Bar decides to play a joke she doesn't do it halfway...

Current Mood: annoyed

didntseeit.livejournal.com

Ajedrez has an unoffical uniform in Milliways, which consists of her AFN boots, some jeans and a jumper, with her guns and at least one knife.

And no one has warned her about Halloween, so when she comes downstairs, she yelps.

Gone are the jeans. Gone are the weapons. Instead, she is wearing a short skirt and a bodice. Admittedly, the boots are cool, but the federal agent is still no entirely sure how to sit without flashing the room.

She settles for hovering near the Bar, trying not to look self-conscious. Short-shorts are one thing, skirts + no weapons is quite another.

priestoftravel.livejournal.com

Nick took a step outside just to get some air and see the lake. Little did he know that Bar celebrates Halloween, also that she has a tendency to change peoples clothing.

That's why when he steps back into the bar proper, and a big hat materializes on his head, and the weight of a chain can be felt on his belt he stops and turns to see his reflection in the window.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS GOING ON HERE!"

*See Icon*

fighting_mad

A warrior princess walks into the bar tonight.

And maybe if she'd stayed a warrior princess, even a different one, it would have been okay, but she suddenly finds herself a very different sort of princess indeed.

Plourr looks down at herself.

She looks at the huge pale blue skirts, the see through slippers, her waist that is really not normally that small (and the fact that breathing is a little difficult is a clue as to why), the long blue gloves, the puffy sleeves.

There is an ominous silence.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS."

Her bellow could probably shake the rafters.

Possibly this, along with the muscles in her arms and the short red hair (pushed back with that fetching pale blue headband), is a clue that this is no ordinary Cinderella.

Possibly.

last-heraldmage.livejournal.com

[OOM: The sixth anniversary of a very bad night]

Milliways does not observe Sovvan. It does, however, celebrate Halloween. Vanyel Ashkevron was wearing Whites before he stepped through the door. As he enters, the uniform changes into a set of Tayledras mage-robes in brilliant reds and golds, and a heavy feather-mask positions itself on his face.

The Bar is not so cruel as to transform Vanyel's Companion Yfandes into a bondbird. Instead, her tack suddenly acquires some lovely gold and red beads and feathers. If it weren't Sovvan-night, and she weren't so worried about Vanyel, she'd preen. Instead, she makes her way out to the grounds, leaving Vanyel alone in the Bar.

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

Out of Milliways:

Amidst the sound of the sea and distant thunder, a kind of catharsis is realized.

unwraith.livejournal.com

Sometime after the trip to Ghostbustin' New York, Michael returns to Milliways...to discover that Bar has no intention of leaving him out of the Halloween costumes.
He'd probably have something to say about it, but he's not in the most talkative circumstances.
But look how much more portable he is!

q_in_training

[OOM: Bakersfield, California.

Sometimes there's nothing otherworldly about it; the only dead people you can talk to are inside your own head.

Sometimes, that doesn't make it any better.]

lady_moon

Moon walks into the bar, already dressed in her costume, and bearing a jack o'lantern bucket in her hands. She grins and marches to a table, sitting atop it and putting her bucket full of candy beside her. It had been a lucrative evening of trick-or-treating with her niece and nephew.

She's willing to share her winnings if you ask!

his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com

"Uh."

This...outfit bar has put Tidus in. It's very, um.

White. Which he's sure is fine, but not very much him.

His skin, he notices, and that's kinda of disturbing, is far paler than it was before he stepped through the door.

And if he had a mirror, he'd know his eyes look like there are stars in them.

Thankfully, he doesn't, or else he'd go running quick as can be.