milliways_bar | Oct. 31st, 2007

Oct. 31st, 2007

There comes a time in a man's life, when you've done enough skulking about feeling sorry for yourself after getting your ass kicked by lady-ninjas in blue spandex shortly after being gassed.

There is also a time in a man's life when he accepts that what's done is done and perhaps it's not a bad thing to try to show your fiancee how you feel about her.

This time could be when Guy leaves his room for some late night mulled wine to help him sleep or even when he sits down at a table, rather warily.

The doctor is in.

...wait. That's not right. He's got a stethoscope, a big orange jacket with "Doctor" on it and an alarming lack of weaponry. Definitely not right.

There will be a time for most of the above later. Now calls for something more potent than wine.

[OOC: Will be around for about half an hour then it's slowtime time. :)]

Current Mood: alarmed

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Well, Atton was sure glad when that whole deal with turning into an animal, way back, ended. Nice experience, but not one he cares to repeat.

That, as Atton steps into the bar, would be the howl of somebody who wants to curse and rant, and finds that he just doesn't have the right vocal chords to do it.

He's going to go jump on people, bark and steal their stuff. It's good stress relief.

[OOC: Mun not around for long, so slowtime will almost certainly be necessary.]

hopeitsworthit

[Upstairs, Dean spills the beans.]

"Could you just--no? Dammit what's with-- Never mind."

Dean sounds pretty damn defeated at the moment. He looks it, too, as he shoves the half-written note into his pocket.

"Guess Lilly'll just have to get the good news later. Hey, Sammy? You ready to hit the road?"

Sam's 'duh' expression is priceless, and probably why Dean asked the question in the first place.

"So grab your crap and get a move on, dude."

Given that spending Halloween--a Winchester's least favorite holiday--in Milliways is probably the dumbest idea anyone ever had, Dean can't wait to get out of here.

Neither can Sam.

Which is why they both book it out the door at a very brisk pace.

anythingbutblue

(Faye spends quality time with Gren in some of the best ways she knows how.)

captainryan.livejournal.com

When Ryan comes downstairs today, something seems to dart at him from the corner of his eye. Naturally, he flinches away, but whatever it is follows. This is when he realizes it's attached to him. Never mind the armour or the two swords at his waist, the shoulder-length ash blonde hair is...

Why.

(Damocles wants to know how he grew it out that quickly.)

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

One look at the decorations, and Knox knows it's Halloween. Which he's never been here for (and which was two months ago in his timeline). He heads in from his room and to the Bar for breakfast. And has the strangest feeling.

He looks done and sees he's in a button-down shirt and tie. When did that happen? And then he sees his face in the mirror. "Robert Redford?" (As he says this, he's relieved that while the face is All-American Boy, the voice is pure Gotham.) He stares, and wonders why that tie looks familiar.

He next notices a press pass clipped to his belt. He unclips it and studies it. The photo is Redford, but the name is Bob Woodward. "Okay, this is weird. I'm not Redford. I'm Redford playing Woodward in All the President's Men. What's up with that?" He clips the press pass back onto his belt, and gets out his wallet (which is his). He finds his own press pass and clips it to his shirt pocket, so that people know he's himself. Sort of.

He orders breakfast from a rat and sits back with a smile. There are far worse things to be than Robert Redford. Or one of the great reporters of the 20th century. Or both.

Breakfast naturally comes on china from the Watergate Hotel.

[ooc: Mun will be quite busy for good chunks of the day but welcomes slowtime from all comers.]

cheevy.livejournal.com

Miniver comes into the bar from Los Angeles for the first time in a few days. His younger self has long since returned to his own world, and the bar magic is free to play tricks on the hippie. It's actually very Oscar Wilde, he feels, except for the extraordinarily noisy tie.

He wanders over to a table and sits on it. It makes a good vantage point. Tea is ordered (and, once it arrives, spiked with the contents of a flask in his pocket), and he settles in to watch the ensuing madness with amusement.

[ooc: Just to clarify, Miniver doesn't look perfectly like Paul McCartney. He looks like... Miniver with brushed hair, which is a close enough resemblance to pull it off and possibly be mistaken at a first glance.

EDIT: Mun's gone grocery shopping. Will be back later.]

mendanddefend_archive

Bob ended up spending the night in the Bar. This is because he is currently too short to reach the doorknob. Smurfing Milliways.

The little blue critter curled up on one of the couches stirs and opens his eyes to see something very peculiar. A few inches away on the couch cushion stands a large cupcake (the size of those monster muffins they sell at CostCo) with bright blue frosting and a silver wrapper. It's topped with a pair of number candles spelling out "01."

Happy Milliversary, Bob. Not the best circumstances for it, but that's what you get when your mun is foolish enough to place your first entrance on Halloween.

[ooc: ~~Out shopping, back in an hour or three.~~ Back!]

Current Mood: commemorative

ostro_goth

In the morning, when Teja wakes from dozing by the fire, a rat brings tea and bread.

And a note.

Permission! Pure and simple.-

So when Teja finishes his tea, he asks the rat that takes the cup away to bring all the pans with broken or unstable handles from the kitchen.

Three rats - one black, one pale, one mottled - bring a wheelbarrow of them.

Teja takes it outside, fires up the forge (some implements there are odd, some very odd, but the basic principle is the same, so Teja finds his way around it quickly) and sets to work, repairing pot after pot, pan after pan, and whatever else the rats have put into the wheelbarrow.

[[OOC: Another morning post! Mun now has to go to work, and will pick up all possible tags of people visiting Teja in the forge in the small window of time between work and RL Halloween party, while the Dark Mark mehndi sets. Yep, Death Eater for Halloween. The Nazgul made me a lovely mask.- Aaand back for the time being!]]

poisonwine

Belle bounced down from her room, and over to the Bar. Under the influence of the potent coctail of pre-matrimonial jitters, she hardly noticed that the dress she'd been intending to wear had turned into something else entirely.

All she cared about was getting enough coffee to keep functioning at this level.

Come say hi to the jittery bride-to-be!

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is dressed in a high-necked, long sleeved dress of dull brown that reaches all the way to the floor. Her hair is put in a clumsy bun (she's really not good at them) and she's wobbling a little at having her tentacles covered.

Suzi put her own costume on, thanks, it's just that having the laterals covered is rather uncomfortable and disorienting. She may end up pushing the sleeves back to her elbows later.

immortalthief

I do not think she is who you think she is.

Amanda gets up as she does everyday, puts on her jeans and t-shirt. Then she recalls that it's Halloweens, a holiday that she heard about yesterday so instead she goes into her closet and gets out one of her other projects. With not much else to do Amanda has been sewing and knitting a lot. One of said projects is what will be her costume, her magazine had a picture of a Ninja and so she mimicked that outfit. Putting in on,

So a Ninja walks into the Bar (or at least someone that looks like one, save a few stitches out of place)

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Halloween is a lovely time in Wells' world, because the majority of the creepy stuff out there thinks it's too bloody tacky to be arsed going out and actually working their usual mojo. Wells is fine with this. It means he can spend the day working with the girls on small group tactics and then come home to Annie, Spoon, Ace, Cora, anyone else who might be visiting, and enough dogs to qualify for a small self-contained community. He hadn't intended to come to the Bar this Halloween, because last year someone, we won't say who, decided it would be bloody hilarious to do him up as the Third Doctor.

A similar sense of hilarity prevails this year, as he steps out of Annie's kitchen (the property is owned jointly, but everyone knows it's Annie's kitchen) and into the Bar. No Gallifreyan fashion sense this time, though. Heck, the Landlord doesn't even mess with his hair this time. It's just that Wells is getting stuffed into what he would consider some fairly antique armour and his default spoken language is temporarily getting reset to Latin.

Not that this prevents a fairly impressive display of profanity when he catches sight of himself in a shiny surface, but at least it's classical profanity?

[OOC: Yes, I've used the Roman icons before for Wells. The difference is that this time he actually looks like that. And sounds the part, too.]

amateur-spy.livejournal.com

Mrs. Peel digs the outfit bar's put her in today. It's not shiny, for starters, nor is it strongly reminiscent of a mermaid's fins. She does wonder, however, why bar has not also provided her with a horse to go along with the costume.

Ah, well.

If you need her, she's at a table enjoying a bowl of fruit. And tea. (What, you think she had champagne for breakfast?)

gone_byebye

When Ray came down the stairs this morning, he fully expected to start sweltering right away. Bar did, after all, bestow a big heavy coat and the Scarf of Doom on him yesterday, not to mention the hat. (Actually, the Landlord did- the Landlord does the Halloween costume magic- but he isn't aware of that.) He practiced walking carefully and not tripping over stuff last night before bed, just in case! He was prepared!

... only he's never spent Halloween here before, so he didn't realize that if you leave the Bar area and come back in (like one does to go up to one's room, for example), sometimes, just sometimes, you get a different costume. A radically different costume.

It's not that he hasn't had experience with a machine's perspective on the world before, it's just that when the sensors snap into being and he looks down he doesn't recognize this particular one, so he makes a concerted attempt to access any files that might have been provided along with the guise. There aren't many- it's a Halloween getup, not a permanent polymorph, after all. But there are enough to provide the basics of how to do certain extremely important things like walk, maintain balance, change form, operate the many different and terrifying weapons systems- oh! And there. That would be the identity file.

To paraphrase another fandom entirely: was that a girly scream, Megatron?

The flailiest Decepticon ever just made a terrified dive for the nearest available table under which he can hide. Sorry if he banged into you on the way down. He didn't mean to!

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

"I'm glad about being fully clothed. And not on fire. But Belar's beard, the hair?"

The blue-clad swordsman ~~of light--waaaait, actually...~~ of light wanders over to the bar, orders himself some tea, and starts attempting to braid the giant curtain of hair now attached to his head. Which should be fun as he's never braided anything before.

The cursing you're hearing fit to make a sailor blush? Yeah, that's him.

Current Mood: aggravated

guppy_sandhu

Guppy couldn't forget halloween if he tried. The influx of pumpkin injuries, accidental stabbings with knives that look like fake knives that look like real knives and hyperventing old people is the givaway.

All the same, having escaped the round of costumes last year, there is one aspect he didn't remember until feeling a sort of warm... thing descend on his head.

He looks around to see who put it on, red light beams shining from the eye holes. Then he cautiously feels the head of the costume to work out what he is.

Then he waddles over to the gents and looks in the mirror.

Then he waddles out again.

"ATTON AND SAM, I HOLD YOU ENTIRELY RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!"

[ooc: mun has finished her essay and gone to lunch, back later, will pick up tags]

chemist-rani.livejournal.com

There are also no words for how absolutely appropriate (in several different ways) the 'costume' is.

That said, she's over at a table waiting for tea and a fruit cup to have for breakfast. Approach at your own risk.

Current Mood: stressed

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Barbara Gordon walks into Milliways.

Then she stands there looking very, very confused.

Two expressions flicker back and forth across her face while she struggles to decide whether she was absolutely thrilled, or utterly infuriated. This might take a minute or two.

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

(OOM What Remy's been doing this morning, warnings for mostly-vague violence.)

Remy slipped through the door, still carrying a bundle of ragamuffin girl, he relaxed, just a little, when he found the bar, closing the door behind him and opening it once more onto his farmhouse in France. He slipped through, closing it behind him again.

He was back not long after, this time on his own, it was quite possible, even probable that he'd already had quite a bit to drink before he went and curled himself up in one of the small, far-off booths, his order to the first waitrat that passed was a quiet: "T'usual, an' keep it comin'."

a-section-8.livejournal.com

Isn't Scarlett O'Klinger absolutely gorgeous today?

Unlike the rest of Milliways' patrons, this getup is entirely of his own free will. Unfortunately, pretending to be a Southern Belle all morning hasn't done anything to convince Colonel Blake of his insanity.

So, it is break time. He's having a decent meal for once: hot dogs and fries almost reminiscent of the food at the Toledo Mudhens stadium. The way he scarfs down his food at a booth, though, is anything but dainty.

scurlock

When Doc walks downstairs from his room that afternoon, he feels himself start to tingle.

"Oh not this again..."

He ducks into corner and there's a startled screech and then the rustling of wings. The large, pissed off, very black bird leaves a pile of clothes behind and then flaps out awkwardly, clipping the edge of the stairwell and then skidding across the floor. Wings are being waved awkwardly too, as Doc has no idea how this is supposed to work.

Try talking. Like a parrot.

At first it's only bird calls and fluttering of wings as he tries to GET OUT OF THE WAY until he finally settles on an edge of the staircase and tries to say something, anything.

"Nevermore! Nevermore!"

...oh for pete's...thank you Edgar Allen Poe.

"Nevermore!"

victoryisboring.livejournal.com

Mai was not amused. This was a general truth, really, but today it was especially true. Not that you could tell by looking at her. She was smiling, after all. Couldn't stop, in fact. Which only made her bad mood worse.

How did Ty Lee manage to do this all the time? Didn't her cheeks hurt? And did she really have these random urges to do cartwheels just because?

It... would explain a lot.

calderon-crow.livejournal.com

Tavi is not downstairs because every time he tries to go downstairs, he keeps ending up getting dressed like the First Lord.

And that? Is too weird for him.

Hence, he's upstairs with a ludus board and a bowl of soup. And he's not coming down till the staircase stops dressing him.

[just an establishing post, not an entrance; maybe tomorrow]

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead

hungbyathread.livejournal.com

.

"I'm going to get arrested tonight, aren't I?"

And yet, to the bar he goes.

Current Mood: anxious

favoured-azula.livejournal.com

Azula may be a princess...but she's the Fire Nation princess...if she wears pink, it's very minimal.

She's not Ty Lee, thank you very much.

So when she walks into the bar and she's suddenly wearing an outfit that is almost entirely pink, she freaks out a little.

Look at her flail!

[ooc: mun here till 2.45pm, then back around 6ish or so. ta!]

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny had gone home and dealt with every thing there, were it was July. She had forgotten when she comes back in it will be Halloween. Walking back in the bar she feels something strange then looks down. She remembers now. She’s a fairy. It could be worse like last year.

So there is a witch, who looks like a fairy, with a smile on her face. Come say hello, or poke fun of her.

grumpyseer.livejournal.com

A seer walks into a bar, and suddenly turns into an entirely different seer. One who's a little taller, a lot older... oh, and who happens to be a blue-skinned, purple-haired, three-fingered alien.

Anyone care to explain this 'Halloween costume' thing to ~~Klo Tark~~ Dominic Deegan?

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

Skwisgaar had fallen asleep in the bar, stretched out completely across one of the couches.

And we do mean completely. Taller than a tree = whole sofa and then some.

He had, of course, forgotten about being so tall when he woke up, stretching, rolling to his feet and banging his head on a rafter once more, "Sons of a beaches fuG#sing tall head rafter, fuG#sing ouch, nots fair fuG#sing hell!!"

chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com

((OOM: Silk's Adventures In Muckland. Silk spends some time getting to know the local culture and climate of Karanda. And then something scary happens. Haha.))

If you happen to be looking at the doorway when it opens this time, you might catch a glimpse of the small, scruffy, muck-caked man before he steps into the bar, and melts into something...

Taller.

Cleaner.

Better-dressed.

And quite, quite confused judging by the expression on his face.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

When Indy saunters downstairs to check on Mike this afternoon, his progress becomes a little more ungainly when he hits the bar floor—to the point where he nearly falls flat on his face. This is a direct result of the manacles that have appeared around his wrists and ankles, and the chains that hang between them. There's a grubby yellow jumpsuit to go with the restraints, and a full beard. The latter blossoms from his stubble like a bush growing under time-lapse photography, then turns gray around his chin.

He appraises the ensemble with an unamused eye, then shuffles and clanks his way over to the un-manned bar and proceeds to rap loudly on the counter.

"Oy, Maple Boy! I'm sure this is a hilarious costume for you, but I can't exactly search for your errant body if I'm chained up like this, blockhead."

Evidently, someone doesn't know the true source of appearance-transforming magic in the bar.

madetomend.livejournal.com

Sally wasn't here last Halloween- she was home, saving not only Christmas, but Halloween as well.

So it is a bit of a shock to wake up this morning wearing a tattered wedding dress, a tattered veil, and white high heels minus her usual striped socks.

She makes her way to Bar, walking delicately so as not to rip the dress further. The note regarding the current possession of Bar gives her pause, so she decides to occupy her time over in a close by booth, nervously (and quite helplessly) watching Bar.

Tender lumplings everywhere
Life’s no fun without a good scare!

That’s our job, but we’re not mean
In our town of Halloween!

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan went home thankfully he was him self. He comes back he put on his uniform like he told Rachael he would. He walks looks down and sighs, He is Sonny Crockett again. But then again it could be worse Sonny was cool. So maybe he can be cool now

Come make fun of him, or try to figure out who he is.

rodrocks.livejournal.com

Rod comes in to the bar; he’s never been in on Halloween before. So when he feels a change he just looks around. He sees he’s got gloves then there is something around his head. Looking around he catches his reflection in a window.

“What the f—“

Wait you can’t say that in public

“—Hell. Happened to me?”

command_dot_com

Dot walks into the Bar, followed on either side by the two versions of her little brother. Someone's getting shipped off to Academy soon and thus, she's declared it to be family bonding time.

The Landlord must really dislike her.

"This way guys, I'm sorry we're not dining in Milliways to celebrate but it's a bad time of year.." The moment she crosses the threshold into the bar, the sprite starts dwindling down like a timelapse in reverse, until there a short...fuzzy green thing in a skirt standing where she was.

"...to visit the Bar." Her voice is her own, but it's her voice from when she'd just turned 0-1. With siblings to match. "Fragging Milliways."

[OOC: Three muns, three pups, start tagging after the first subthread plzkthnx and have a happily traumatic halloween!]

Current Mood: WTF

basic_powers

Yesterday Tyler got off from having to wear a costume, so far, no one's warned him about what happens here on Halloween.

Someone really should have warned him, as a flood of bright energy sweeps over his t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in an anti-hero like suit with gloves and truly butt-ugly wraparound shades. And a sense of undeniably strong power surging through him.

He freezes and looks at his hands, going from 'meh' to 'aaaugh' in .03 seconds. He recognizes this outfit and this sensation, oh god not him, anything but him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"

Current Mood: distressed

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

[ Pre-Milliways. Warning for violence. ]

The suit Simon Skinner is forced to wear in bar today might be more recognizable than yesterday's, especially to newlywed CIA agents who disagreed with things that ate them. One could say it's a pitch-perfect costume. He even looks the part, physically.

It's just that, rather than packing a Walther PPK, he's carrying an axe dripping with blood.

Current Mood: accomplished

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Spandex. Cotton's weird relative that no one likes to talk about, yet keeps showing up every Christmas to drink all the egg nog.

At least she's not wearing a cursed Forsaken cocktail dress this year?

got-red.livejournal.com

It's a drizzly April morning back in Shaun's world, so he's not expecting anything unusual to happen when he walks through the door. Unfortunately, the shackles around his wrists and the unmistakably creepy feeling of decaying flesh clue him in fairly quickly.

"Someone up there's got a fucking sick sense of humor."

At least he can still talk.

gonna_live

Combat boots are all right. (Comfortable.) Pants -- tighter than usual, and kind of high-waisted, but okay. (Shows off the backside.) Brown shirt, open at the collar -- a little too crisp, but that will change given a few hours. (Not too much starch.) Suspenders -- not purple. (A disappointment.)

Brown coat -- fits like a second, very swishy skin. (A delight.)

Kaylee looks down at herself first in surprise...and then with satisfaction.

(She has a hero.)

Could be worse.

soulburden.livejournal.com

Renfield is in a booth, mumbling darkly at a pair of wax fangs he found in a glass of water on the table next to his bed.

He currently has no clue that he is dressed remarkably like a favorite character from a black and white American 1960s tv sitcom.

last-the-month.livejournal.com

Eben Olemaun is not known in Barrow for his sense of humor.

Bar knows this. Bar knows things see, so it's giving Eben well...well a hard time. For instance, yesterday? He was "Buck" The inconquerable sled dog of the north. Today-

Eben's a bit disturbed to find that he's getting used to travelling on four legs. The clink-clink-clink of his harness isn't even all that bad anymore, but the minute his paws touch the bar floor they give way to hooves and-

"JEEPERS CREEPERS EH!?"The moose says, "Seems like forever since I-I-I'M TALKING!" It jumps, nearly hitting the ceiling, "Oh thank god I was startin' to go nuts I-"

It hits him about halfway in that he's a rather large, gawky, cartoon moose. Four hooves instead of paws, a large blunt nose..

"...Any particular reason." The moose says, "Why I sound Canadian eh?"

There's no response. Bar remains silent.
"...Least I can Talk again." Eben says, eyeing the tables, "Although these-umphf-antlers-"

The antlers sway dangerously on his head as he steps to the left, and then to the right. He'll just be trying to walk around and muttering apologies over here mmkay?

http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Jack O'Neill stares at one of the placards provided -- less in a state of disbelief and more in horror that he does believe it. The bar's been possessed by the spirit of a mildly-incompetent renaissance painter or ninja turtle? That just ain't right.

"Screw this," he mutters, and instead of risking an order, he rounds the bar to get himself a beer.

Looks an awful lot like he's 'tending, standing back there.

In his starship captain uniform.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

There have been imitators.

There have been pretenders.

There have even been the occasional poseurs.

But there is only one genine article. There is only one...
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And his wife!

Bet you never heard Mr. Potato Head curse before!

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's either forgotten what day it's likely to be, or he's hoping that he's missed it; as either way, when he walks in he's looking rather worried, though there's a grin that keeps slipping onto his face momentarily.

That doesn't last very long. Only until he realizes he's suddenly wearing a lot more clothing than he'd put on that morning.

He looks down--"Dammit!"--and then heads over to the bar. If it's Halloween in Milliways again, he's going to need a large drink to cope. Too bad he hasn't seen the sign yet.

[ooc: Mun is currently sneakily tagging from work, so tags may be slow, and will be non-existent between 7:45-9:15 EDT as she closes and goes home.]

smart-house.livejournal.com

SARAH never went home last night -- Bar probably didn't want to send her back to Eureka with such drastic changes to her internal setup.

After all, there probably shouldn't be more than one Oval Office in the United States, right?

Right.

Even if SARAH is having fun with the costume change.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Valerie comes to an abrupt halt when she exits the staff hallway.

Well, you would too if your jeans and sneakers had been replaced by a replaced by a floor-length, crushed velvet evening gown, with a rather impressive slit up one side, and strappy heels.

Valerie sways for a moment, getting her balance and examining her new attire. Gingerly -- and with a growing smile -- she examines the elbow-length gloves, touches the necklace and earrings, discovers that her hair's been expertly pinned up beneath a short wig, and pats the slight bulge on her leg, just out of sight. Which turns out to be holster, complete with a slim little gun.

Valerie stares at it, then points it at the floor and pulls the trigger.

It squirts.

Which pushes Valerie over the edge into gales of laughter.

penderwydd

Tegid, still in his Ray Charles outfit, decided to go outside. This is after he had asked Bar for a nice stick and a knife. Now, how, you might ask, will a blind bard write in the Olgam script if he's BLIND? I will tell you, his inner sight had kicked in. He was thinking about things that were a little more pressing than Bar playing tricks on him. So, he sat in a secluded clearing, with sutable underbrush to hide him, scratching a note on the stick. Something like this:

Tegad Tathal, Penderwydd of Prydain seeks aid for his people . Please respond within two days, that is how much water we have left. We also, need warriors, and food.

He then set down this stick next to his harp and staff, and started to strip off his clothing. He sat in the nude and started to clear his mind and heart of the things that were bothering him. He chanted a mantra that, in his language, was beautiful and could be heard underneath the translation.

He was searching for insight on the predicament that he found his people in.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate was not that aware of Milliways weirdness. Not yet at any rate. But that was about to change. As when she entered the bar tonight, her clothing shifted. Her head now had this heavy weight against it, and she was tripping over the suddenly long gown.

She looked like this.

"......What the hell is this??"

Somebody care to enlighten the still newish girl?

awesome_lilly

Lilly Kane has picked up on several vital pieces of information since her return from visiting Meg.

One: It's Halloween.

Two: People seem to be dressing or being dressed as their heroes.

Three: Mike's body has been kidnapped by Bar.

Four: Indy isn't in sight.

Five: No one can stop her from tending Bar. *insert evil laugh* Or doing it in costume. And since there seems to already be a theme, she's going with it.

Lilly brushes carefully curled blonde ringlets off the shoulders of the gorgeous Companion robes she ~~stole~~ borrowed from Inara, and writes up a list of appropriately festive specials.

Happy Halloween! The Dead have risen and are serving tasty drinks!

Specials
Neon Ghost
Witches' Brew
Great Pumpkin Punch
Spider's Web
Grateful Dead

ETA [OOC: Fingers: *fall off* Slowtimes all around? THANK YOU. This rocked.]

mnt_mike

Yup.
Still here.
Still long and hard and with the mental age of a twelve year old.

Mike's spent the afternoon attempting to bring forth from himself glasses of water. Glasses, it seems, are remarkably easy. Filling them with water, and not just things that appear to resemble water, well that's the hard part.

So he's given up on that for right now to work on something with far greater importance:

A certificate proclaiming him to have the best Halloween Costume in the bar.
It's a shame that he can only seem to get orange to work, not that this makes his attempts any less suitable for framing.

blue_raz

Raziel came through the door, and suddenly jumped when he saw his hands.

Human hands.

He looks down at his feet, and his clothing. He was wearing the armor of a Sarafam knight. He grumbled and found a seat and ordered a drink.

uksupercop.livejournal.com

Somebody was in the bar yesterday without getting transformed. Somebody thought he'd managed to avoid the fun.

Silly man.

"... I suppose this is my own fault, then."

How the hell did he move in this thing?

scrmifthishurts

For the most part Abby's not even realized that it's Halloween. In fact, that's completely slipped her mind. So she's perfectly fine and comfortable when she comes down from her room. But the moment she hits that bottom step she nearly falls on her ass. Looking down she scowls a bit at the outfit that she's in. Those boots... were going to be the death of her. That's when she scans the bar and gives a slight groan. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Now time to see if she can actually walk in these things.

cf1.livejournal.com

Cait at least got enough warning: she woke up from a nap already in costume, and it is a good one.

Coming downstairs, she finds and empty table and sits down, watching the other costumed people around the room.

mogget_cat

As Yrael slinks into the bar tonight, something happens.

...Even after two years, we all still highlight, don't we?

The first waitrat who even looks at him is sooooooo going to die.

benloserz.livejournal.com

Well, the door swings open, and in comes a... 70's hottie in a very interesting outfit that would look perfect in a summer day three decades past.

Now, the true question is "How long until that person realizes the change that took place?"

Throw your bets: obliviousness abounds, probably until someone points out the oddity.

sed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.com

She hadn't wanted to go swimming when she woke up, but that was because she was afraid she'd end up completely naked if she did so.

She had, however, gone back into the bar, moving as carefully as she could so as to avoid any accidents with the frightfully short skirt.

She was, for once, resisting the sudden urge to go entertain, if she started dancing in this dress (if it could even be considered a dress) everyone would see her underthings, and that would be terrible

captainryan.livejournal.com

Much to Ryan's relief, when he headed upstairs last night, he no longer had to deal with either armour or hair. (BLESSED BLESSED SHORT HAIR)

Sadly, this did not last when he came back down today. Captain Ryan can once more be found in armour, tunic, and leggings with shoulder length ash-blonde hair. He's pretty much resigned to his fate now as he sits in the bar attempting to braid his own hair today, Damocles at his feet with a pig ear.

It's not going well.

[OOC: ~~The mun pleads slowtime for 4 hours. She shall return!~~ Back!]

alwaysroomforhope

It's very sad about Mike. And it's very, very sad that Bar's gone missing with Mike's body. Tragic.

But, see, Steph's been in Milliways long enough that she's pretty sure it'll be OK in the end. So for now, what it really means Steph gets to TEND BAR! And that's never a bad thing. She's totally good at it, no really, promise!

So: a short, scarred, blonde teenager beams out at Milliways' 6am clientele, security badge attached to her spandex.

Wait -- spandex? Not that Steph objects to spandex, but Robins ... generally don't. Kevlar-nomex weaves with lots of armouring, yes. Spandex, no.

It's okay, as she discovers when inspecting herself in the nearest reflective surface (an ashtray) -- it's still red.

"Best. Costume. Ever!"

will_scarlett

Will never learned that the costume goes away if you go upstairs since he got rather hungover and fell asleep in a booth.

Most of today has been spent groggy and drinking water, trying to hide in a darkened booth.

Though he's been running low on food and the wait rats are really busy, so he gets up to Bar, looking worriedly around since the costume is just so red.

Then orders some stew and gets honestly, he's not quite sure, but whatever it is tastes good just purple.

paladinsuitsyou

The FBI agent had been warned about Halloween here, but it's not Halloween on his own timeline, so he's hardly thinking about it.

And he should have been. He goes from amiable, mellow, caseless FBI guy to snarly, "GGGGRRR" vampire guy as soon as he walks through the door.

All he notices, though, is that his teeth are wrong and that he can smell everyone - and everything - in the Bar. That's...not normal.

He glances in a mirror, and recoils. "What the hell?"

smallestopener

Ingress always looks forward to seeing how she'll be dressed when she walks into Milliways from the House of Arch.

Tonight she giggles and giggles when she sees she's a....

WITCH!

With pink hair, no less!

ooc: Mun in and out. Happy Halloween!

guppy_sandhu

Guppy had to let Miniver get the food today, because he's stuck in a dinosaur costume.

Nevertheless, the circle of chairs is out. And in the middle is a pumpkin with a smiley face carved in it.

Life Support
Open to all

[ooc: New threads welcome until Thursday and will be slowtimed to completion by Guppy or Miniver's mun or Will's mun. Threadhopping welcome and encouraged. Really encouraged, it's a circle :).

To any new muns who haven't seen this before: Welcome to Life Support! Drop in and have your pup bitch about canon, backstory, bar plot, being stuck in a stupid costume, doom, or just come chat and eat free food.

ETA: Guppy's mun has gone to bed, Miniver's is aroundish]

ami_imperfect

Dani phases through the floor of her room into Milliways tonight instead of using the stairs, but can't avoid the change in costume.

"What the..?" She blinks as she finds herself wearing an outfit identical to Enzo's Guardian cadet uniform. She goes ghost, thinking that'll fix it.

...

Or not.

Guess not even newly-stabilized clone halfas are immune to Bar/the Landlord's sense of humor.

lostworldhunter.livejournal.com

Roxton comes in the Bar today and stops, surprised by his sudden change in wear. "Why did my clothes just...is it Halloween here?" For those who'd know, the uniform says he's a major.

He hasn't noticed the moustache yet.

[OOC: ~~The mun pleads slowtime for the next 4 hours, but she shall return!~~ Back!]

evil_koala_626

Stitch appears descending the staircase on all fours, nose to the ground and a look of intense concentration on his face. He's been tracking Bar since yesterday morning, up and down the residential floors, along the lakeside, very briefly into the forest, He's been just about everywhere. It wouldn't be true to say he's found no sign of her. Mikes body drops epithelial cells just fine regardless of who’s at the helm. It's just that although he's been close several times, Bar has remained one step ahead of him.

Ordinarily, his attention span doesn't allow him to focus on one task for so long. But this is different. He hadn't been sure at first but now it was pretty obvious. Bar is avoiding him on purpose. On his favorite holiday! He should be freaking out the regulars and eating candy until he was sick! But nooooo, she has to be difficult.

The minute he hit's level floorboards, Stitch finds himself in very familiar attire. He pauses. Looks down. And grins. Okay, Multiverse, he can take a hint. A break it is. He scurries over to a table and hauls himself into a vacant chair. A minute later a wait rat is waved over. This calls for candy.

dr-de-silva.livejournal.com

Toby, though managing to find food and a room over the last couple of days, has accepted that it probably won't make much difference whether he's missing for four days or four months. Going AWOL has to be a sackable offence, and nobody's going to believe he got stuck in a bar.

He's been sitting watching people, looking for someone who understands what's happening. He saw a few people changing into costume, so he wasn't too surprised when it happened to him.

He looks down at the clothes, feels the fangs and blinks.

"I don't get it."

hiroaki_protagonist

YT told Hiro about what the Bar does at Halloween, but he'd managed to forget that in the last two months and change.

Now, as he finally returns to the bar, he's forcibly reminded. The first thing he notices, just because it's right up against his skin, is the sudden loss of his dreads.

He hasn't yet seen the snazzy suit he's wearing. We'll just have to wait and see what he thinks of it.

Current Mood: confused

mycursedface

It has been a couple of months, and the weather is cool enough even on Libya’s coast to warrant some additional clothing. In Medusa’s case, this means a pair of leather trousers underneath her tunic. And before anyone starts thinking that her trousers are stylish, they are not; different shades from different hides, sown together (yes, neatly) to make a decent covering.

She manages to make it to the Bar without looking up through luck, the snakes’ helpful remarks and the fact that the soft chiming of her gold feathers combined with the snakes’ rustling and hissing makes sure that people move out of her way.

(she doesn't notice the costumes, and neither do the snakes)

Medusa rests a hand against Bar’s top, and asks, “Could I have a copy of those shades that Mel gave me?”

Nothing happens.

“Please?”

There is a long pause before, finally, two red lamp shades appear. The Gorgon glares at the Bar.

“Bloody good you are,” she mutters darkly.

[ooc: I have to run to work in two and a half hours, but couldn't resist! I also don't have AIM, so questions, comments and random chat all go here

Current Mood: grumpy

fabled-fox.livejournal.com

"Glaceon."

Pause.

"Glaceon?"

Pause.

"Glaceon!"

Dammit it's so hard to talk like this!

Current Mood: peeved

1word-friendly.livejournal.com

Halloween. Now, she and Ryan had been working on some ideas. So, she was planning on suiting up as the sexy criminal, handcuffed to the bed and such. He was going to play copper, obviously.

However, for some strange reason, there was another man she couldn't get out of her head. She liked him, the mystery of him, and his slightly aged yet quite in shape body..and his mind So, she was tempted to forget the past and move on to Le Chiffe.

Then again, she wasn't sure. Either way, she put on her costume, fixed her hair, and was ready to go. She's wearing a short black leather skirt and an orange corset...well, until she walks into Milliways. Within a moment, she has gone from leather skirt and corset to full on white angel outfit. It's complete with wings everything.

Pretty funny, ain't it? If Brooke even saw this, she might die. Rachel didn't want to be an angel, but the dress was pretty fitting for the night and it wasn't something she could change.

So, she took a shot and headed over to a booth.

notascreensaver

AndrAIa is rushing. The Matrices headed out earlier in the evening for a family dinner, with plans for her to meet them later at the Diner. Left to her own devices, the Game sprite fell asleep, and upon waking used some creative cursing while she ran out the apartment door.

She bursts through the Diner doors, causing them to bang open loudly, and skids to a halt. The first thing AndrAIa notices is that things are a bit draftier than normal; the second is that she isn't in the Diner; and the third is that nearly every nearby eye is on her.

"Aw, fraggit."

Chancing a glance at herself, she finally notices her attire.

"How in the 'Net...?"

Current Mood: rushed

the_lioness

This year, Alanna decided to arrive prepared. She considered avoiding the bar altogether, but All Hallow is the one day a year she doesn't particularly like being in Tortall, and the thought of surrounding herself with interesting people from far-off places is a welcome one. Of course, visiting Milliways today has its own risks.

"I'll dress as Alan!" she declared triumphantly after Adam had spent a harrowing half-hour helping her think of respectable, not-at-all embarrassing costumes. His last somewhat insincere suggestion had been "Thom."

"Er," he’d said helpfully, with a glance at her chest.

Alanna had waved a dismissive hand. "I'll double the binding."

And so she had, though the results hadn't been quite as successful as she'd hoped. Therefore, when she walks through the front door and feels a faint shimmer in the air, her first reaction is to lose her temper. "Great Mithros, it's a perfectly legitimate costume! I disguised myself that way for eight years!"

Eventually she looks down and discovers, to her delight, that while a change has definitely taken place, the powers that be -- Bar or the Landlord, she's never quite sure -- have simply made her disguise more effective, as it would have been before the triplets. She pats her flattened chest and reaches up to run her fingers through short, messy (not pinned) hair, and smiles.

"I thank you," she says, addressing the ceiling for lack of anywhere better to focus, "for stopping short of actually turning me into Thom." Well pleased, ‘Alan’ rests a hand on her sword and heads for Bar, eager to have fun with her evening.

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

She has a feather on her head.

She has a green feather on her head. A green feather that is attached to a hat, which she's pretty sure isn't hers.

The dress, when she chances a glance downward, is equally green and goes down to her knees. Her lips quirk up immediately as she takes in the rest of the day's costume - jangly lines of pearls around her neck, clanky bangles upon her wrists, and beads jingling on the ends of her skirts - all in all, she feels surprisingly well-clothed for the whole holiday situation. It's actually pretty nice.

So it is a very cheerful ~~nymph~~ flapper that blows her newly acquired feather out of her vision and walks in a flurry of noisy accessories to curl up in an armchair to watch the Halloween-induced chaos.

twiceahero.livejournal.com

When she had come in this morning, Barbara hadn't been sure whether she was angry at the semi-cruelty of knowing this was temporary or simply deliriously grateful to have her legs back. Judging by the near constant laughter and the huge smile on her face, she's settled for the latter.

While she normally tries to keep a low profile in the bar, today there's a good chance you've seen her. It might be because she refuses to walk sedately around like a normal person. Oh no, she feels that the only proper method of travel is running and cartwheeling and handspringing and maybe flipping a bit. She also seems to move around at random, sometimes just because she can.

It really is marvelous.

notashortbean.livejournal.com

One Ed Elric, entering the bar. It's not Halloween in his world More like the beginning of May, so he's pretty confused at all the festivities for it in the bar itself.

He's about to be a hell of a lot more confused, because he hasn't escaped the fate of being dressed up for Halloween against his will. Instead of what he had been wearing, he finds himself suddenly in a familiar Amestris military uniform, with a large eyepatch over one of his eyes.

Yes. Bar or landlord or whatever power there may be has decided to dress him up as a certain Fuhrer Mustang. Ed gets a sour look on his face at this, and stalks off towards a booth. Someone's gotta pay!

At least the costume's been made to fit to his size, rather than Roy's? That'd just be rubbing salt in the wound.

chelleuncurled

Michelle comes into the bar in jeans and a pink sweater. It's been a while since she's seen Milliways and sometimes has to remind herself that the last few years have really happened.

A moment later and she almost trips on the hem of the light blue gown she's now wearing.

She looks down, unable to see her feet, her body draped in layers of fabric, and her hands half-covered with light blue lace.

Suddenly she feels like she should be on a balcony brooding.

"No," she says, having a sinking feeling about what day it is, a glance around the bar revealing what she already suspected.

Milliways at the witching hour.

At least there will probably be candy.

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

No one has to make Homestar dress up for Halloween.

He can do that on his own.

So, tonight's terrific athlete is specializing in being the strongest MAAAAAAAN-AH.......in the weeeeeeeeeeerld.

He's currently dancing to his boombox, loudly blasting "Love Rollercoaster."

It attracts him like a giant funk magnet. But use a whammy bar on him and you die.

Spend some time with him while you still can.

[ooc: No, this is not a retirement/final exit post for Homestar, but he will be stuck for a while. Enjoy him while he's in the bar!]

hunter-legend.livejournal.com

He was sitting in the bar proper when Halloween came, so the change just sort of happened. Too much coffee and too little sleep, too many words and most of them blurring too often for him to trust anything he sees before checking it again.

His hands look a little different, but he's not looking at his hands.

His hair's different, but he hasn't concerned himself with that for ages.

His eyes...

Now those. Those're different. But there isn't a mirror around, really. So no, he hasn't noticed.

noblevengeance.livejournal.com

A brief moment of respite. A break perhaps, a breather. A moment of peace from all the recent insanity. A door way. A... bar?

Well, that's new.

Context? Who needs context on Halloween? All you need to know is The Rider is inna bar.

Sort of?

cant_kim

Kim ducks in from London with her typical furtive glance over her shoulder. She's noticeably taller than last time she came in, hair slightly shaggier.

That, it turns out, isn't the only noticeable change.

She lets out a yelp as her clothes go from jacket, shirt, breeches, and boots to loose cotton trousers and top, and light slippers. Her first instinct is to snatch the top closed tighter -- then realizes that might be counter-productive and settles for leaving it as is and staring.

At least she still looks like a boy, as far as she can tell. Even if it does come at the cost of looking like some toff in pyjamas.

golden-acorns.livejournal.com

Well, at least she still has her red hair.

And the...well, the cape isn't too bad, really. It is swishy.

But.

It wasn't what she was wearing. And she had liked what she was wearing.

Ce'Nedra is entirely confused.

one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com

"WHERE ARE MY BLOODY TROUSERS?!"

velocitygirl

Inyri steps into the bar after a while, and what she was wearing, isn't there anymore. Instead, it's a low cut, high hemmed black dress, heels and a tail.

Oh and ears. Pointy kitty ears.

"Oh ha ha." Inyri sighs, facepalming. "Yes, this is going to be brilliant for my image."

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

It's been months since Quinn's seen the door to the Bar, which is a pity. He'd been hoping to fill the Autobot leader in about the new children's drawings in the-

er-

-castle, yes, but all of a sudden he could feel air on his chin, and his clothes were all-

"What the hell?" a much younger Quinn-looking man wonders aloud, patting his oddly rough-woven and decidedly old-school tunic down with both hands. When he finds a pouch at his belt, he undoes the knots that hold it shut and pulls out a small card.

"'Congratulations!'," he reads off. "'Tonight for Halloween you are Amlad, the Prince of Jutland'- what the hell?"

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

There's a pwing! of blue light, and-

Huh.

Belar doesn't remember looking like THAT before.

Oh well. "To the Bar!" he says, testing out the voice that goes with the new look. "For beer! And justice! But mostly beer."

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Someone might've wished for a chance to be quiet and unnoticed, and just not worry about vanishing people or X-Man business.

If so, said someone is now getting a lesson in why the words "I wish" should never be said in Milliways.

Oh well. She's on a table, relaxing, Najla keeping her company.

Botherable goes without saying.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: The mission clock ticks down from twenty-two mintues, and X-23 gets to work.]

chime_ra_tilt

(OOM: Zelgadiss explores the collection of knowledge that resides within Damon's Spire on Lunar, but to no avail.)

It is a travel-weary and travel-dirty chimera that comes through the bar door tonight. Zel looks rather relieved to be back.

In the forefront of his mind, currently, is the knowledge that there is a shower in the bathroom of his room upstairs. He had only had a couple of opportunities to take advantage of the blessing that is hot water - hot running water - and desires to reacquaint himself with it at the next available opportunity.

Currently, however, there is a swords~~man~~chimera in white taking a seat by the fire, thinking of getting something for dinner that isn't plain travel fare.

dragon-tamer-po.livejournal.com

All the crazies come out at Halloween, or at least that's how it's seemed to Sally Po. Were she a woman of less education, and with beliefs more firmly rooted in superstitious nonsense, she might even hazard the opinion that HQ were haunted, or at least that there were evil spirits following her for the majority of the day.

The bottom of the coffee carafe at work had shattered on the burner. The fire alarm had gone off while she was eating lunch. The firing range had been well and truly overcrowded when she'd gone down to relieve some stress. The elevator in her apartment building was under repair, necessitating a stair climb of 30-plus stories that, while not exactly physically taxing, had been extremely annoying and not what she had really needed.

Sally feels a brief moment of relief when she finds herself in Milliways. Now maybe she can finally relax and have dinner, a glass of wine or five, and recover from her day.

The relief is short-lived, and it in fact evaporates when Sally suddenly realises that she's burdened down by an excess of fabric, constricting undergarments, petticoats, and on the whole entirely too much clothing. There's even the sensation of something pinned onto her head, and she unconsciously tugs at the frilly lace encircling her throat while she looks down at herself.

It's definitely a look she recognises from pictures. She's even carrying a small lamp.

"Florence-bloody-Nightingale?"

Sally says a word the good nurse likely would never have uttered, then heads for the bar and a much-needed drink.

wheelsy_sheriff

Bill comes in backwards through the door carrying a gross crate of eggs. This year's Wheelsy pranksters were ambitious. It takes him a moment to realize he's wandered into Milliways, and another to realize that a change has occured.

"Ah, cah'mon! I...wait...ahctually, thees is kindah kick ahs." He says, setting down the eggs to admire his new guns. "Cuhl."

steelartisan

When Piotr's foot hits the floorboards of Milliways, there's a distinct, if quiet, clang.

This isn't all that uncommon, but usually it's deliberate, and involves him being rather taller. And heavier. And... well, it's enough to make him glance down at himself in some perplexity.

And that's enough to make him bury his face in one hand for a moment.

Milliways. There are enough familiar people around in strange costumes for him to guess that this is either a widespread spell or -- is it Halloween already? It's October here, he knows. Maybe that's it.

If he's very, very lucky, he thinks, none of his friends will be around to crack up at this.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew Wells steps into the bar, and abruptly loses about two feet of height. That's the only change he notices immediately; the larger and tougher (and suddenly bare) feet will be the next thing.*

*The clothes, about a second or two after that. And the fine silver chain hanging around his neck.*

... oh, grife, is it Halloween already?

cutting_edgex23

The X-23 that slips into the bar tonight is not quite the one who left.

She's seven years older, for one.

For another, she is actually evincing interest in the people around her.

Most notably the fact that, while some she recognizes by scent, by sight--not so much.

How odd.

They are not all shapeshifters, are they?

penderwydd

There a big sheet of poster board on the Notice board it says:

Wanted: Men to Fight. Warriors and Soldiers. That know how to use Old Style Weapons.

Also needed are Food, Weapons. and Supplies. Most of All Water. The more you can carry the better. For that the Water of the world is not drink able.

For more information please contact Tegid

bigredbeak

Is that a bird? A plane? Or is it...no, can't be.

It is.

"Have no fear! Super-goyle is here!" Brooklyn shouts as he bursts through the front door.

...yes, he even has the gargoyle booties.

[OOC: I am a little slow tonight, but couldn't resist! So, please ping before tagging? Thank you! :D!]