Jan. 18th, 2008

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[personal profile] q_in_training
[OOM: And while one Winchester brother is off cavorting with undead livestock, Mac takes the other one to Neptune to make good on a promise.]
[identity profile] candied-rabbit.livejournal.com
At least as far as his curse goes, Momiji thinks, Milliways is incredible. He can tell others about it, and he can even transform, once in a while, without any worries. Compared to back home, it's incredibly liberating - he doesn't even have to worry about things, while he's here.

The downside of all of this, of course, is that he gets careless. And today, that carelessness has come back to bite him on the rear - he's bumped into some girl, by accident, and now Milliways has a little, white rabbit, scampering around on top of a small pile of pajamas, looking distressed.

"Hey...! Hey...! Uhm. Help?" He calls, though it isn't clear where the sound is coming from, since he has no lips and since his mouth doesn't move.
[identity profile] pwnuall.livejournal.com
Ikki's not one to back down from a challenge, and he's not one to run from something, just because it scared him the first time around. His first encounter with the forest and the demonic bunnies might have ended badly, but he's been secretly pushing himself further and further into the forest every day since, testing the limits, trying to see how far he can go.

If you employ the use of some well-placed kicks and the occasional very handy taser (thank Yoshitsune for the idea, harr harr), the bunnies aren't really so bad. And if they happen to bite? Well, it just helps to keep up the image he's been fibbing at home that he managed to get a kinda freaky girlfriend, something he's been throwing around to cover up for the shark bite on his neck which still hasn't gone away, fuck.

There's really no pursuit today. He's left alone to his thoughts and the air, the feel of an unlimited ride. Nothing can touch him out here, and he's not looking to go back for awhile. It's all too rare he gets to escape these days.

[ooc: as of note: plot locked, sorry! there will be violence in this as we're aiming for a all-out A-T battle, but we've tried to set it deep enough into the forest as to make the lack of security reasonable - however, if you feel that we do something that security would notice anyway, please contact one of us first so we can work something out. thanks. :D ]
[identity profile] greatestgenius.livejournal.com
[OOM: At least she's got a name now, and it sounds a little familiar: Shu. In a time of crisis, memories aren't necessary if the knowledge is still there.

Long version is long. Thus, summary is here.]

There's a young woman looking bewildered in the door. She's in her late teens, and dressed in strangely cut clothes that are reminiscent of hospital whites, gloves and all.

Shu thought she was going to the storeroom for sterile pads. She was not expecting a bar to be in her way. After leaving and coming back a couple of times to find that the bar just won't go away, she sighs.

"If it's not one thing its another."

[ooc: plotlocked-ish. See this post for details.]
[identity profile] calledironeyes.livejournal.com
Marsh has unbent far enough to wipe the majority of ash from his face and hands. Enough that when he returns people may assume that he has been inside, not enough to look clean in the way that the people here are used to.

Not-a-tag: Marsh
[identity profile] oh-wowee.livejournal.com
Toki's noticed something odd about the bar lately.

More people seemed to be singing.  This wasn't odd, particularly, and it only took him two days to catch on that it wasn't usual for most of these people to break out into song.

He idly wondered if it was catching.

In any case, Toki was sitting on the couch currently, watching the people break out into song.
[identity profile] trustydriver.livejournal.com
Kit's been going out to work the heavy bag almost every day since she found herself Bound. It helps her work out her frustration at being stuck here without Security getting on her case.

In the past week or so, however, her form has changed. It's less random, more calculated, more... driven. She has a reason to be here. She has a job to do, very soon. And maybe, just maybe, when she's done with that she'll get to go home.

In the meantime, there is a girl in a grey leotard out back, practicing hand-to-hand. You might want to announce your presence before approaching.
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[personal profile] gone_byebye
[OOM: On the plane to St. John's, Ray discovers exactly what they're dealing with.]

The door opens on the banal chaos of every North American airport of the early twenty-first century. Ray walks in, rubbing at his face with both hands. "If I have to go back to Miskatonic," he mutters to no one in particular, "I'm gonna plotz. Bar? I'm gonna need another one of those bladder-buster sized containers of Ovaltine, please."

A mug much too big for its own good materializes.

"Thank you."
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[personal profile] ostro_goth
In the evening, Teja comes in from the forge.

Thady the waitrat brings him a goblet of mulled wine and giggles when the Goth doesn't say a word to that. Teja has decided to stop talking altogether until the curse has passed, and he can speak again without singing in skaldic stave-rhyme.

But he can write.

He has written a note that says:

To Atton Rand, Teja gives greetings!

Here are your throwing blades; one hopes they are what you wanted. If they are, we can talk about what training 'droid' I would need, which is what you offered me in exchange.-

Vale!


He puts that into the bar, followed by the throwing blades which he has finished and brought in with him. They vanish.

Then, Teja takes himself and his goblet upstairs, to sit and sing in front of his own fireplace. Nobody is making him speak again until this strange affliction is gone!



[[OOC: Just for the handing over off the blades, nothing else -- say sorry!]]
[identity profile] lissla-lissar.livejournal.com
Lissar enters the bar without dogs. With a small smile, and intending to find out what is a very, very good beer, but without dogs. When last she saw them, they were staring at Ash and the puppies.

From a distance, because Ash has lots of teeth.
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[personal profile] will_scarlett
When Will comes inside he's quite surprised to suddenly find himself singing though the song is quite appropriate,

"Every town
Has its ups and down
Sometime ups
Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham
I'm inclined to believe
If we were so down
We'd up and leave

We'd up and fly if we had wings for flyin'
Can't you see the tears we're cryin'?
Can't there be some happiness for me?
Not in Nottingham."

Ting tag Broadway goes Brutal
[identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
((OOM. During a workout in the gym, Goldy becomes the focus of a spontaneous Sally Sparrow photo shoot. It's a fairly regrettable choice of subject matter for the photographer. And for a certain bride-to-be...))
[identity profile] explorertruman.livejournal.com
"Gotta dance!"

This call was announced from around the stairs, just before the man danced his way down them, and went up to a random bar patron to say again.

"Gotta dance!" And he did a halfway decent tap number, even though while Truman could dance... He had never studied tap in his life.

"Gotta dance, gotta dance, got to....Dance!"
Broad-way rhyt-thm's got-me....gotta dance!"

Well, he's no Gene Kelly... (Who is really?) But he's not bad at cutting a rug.

[tiny tag: Broadway Goes Brutal plot]
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[personal profile] shufti
Shufti is flopped on a sofa near the trilobite tank, watching Jack as he plays with toy cars around the tables.

Now and again she takes a bite of her peanut butter and cucumber sandwich, which she randomly decided this morning might taste nice together. It's certainly different.
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[personal profile] mogget_cat
Yrael was humming when he woke up this morning. Such a sign usually meant that it was to be a good day; but this was a bit strange. When he walks into the bar, he jives into the bar.

ExpandAt least he has a good singing voice. )

(tiny tag: Broadway goes Brutal plot)
[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com
Kate had done some stretching, and felt up to a light practice outside. Well bundled against the cold, she removed her coat once she re-entered the bar. There was some 80's style music starting up, and after a moment, she found herself singing something that she would have to admit, echoed her thoughts about home right now.

ExpandThis bloody road remains a mystery )

[tiny tag: Broadway Goes Brutal plot]
[identity profile] iamthewolf.livejournal.com
Oz must've been in the other night, briefly, and no doubt he left smiling and humming to himself.

Today he walks in with his guitar already in hand, and he gives the place a thoughtful look.

It's not long before he's set himself up in a chair to practise. (The bar's as good a place as any, really.) It's an intentional effort at first, but then he starts strumming chords he doesn't quite know, and then he's singing--

"I am a lone wolf
I always was and will be
I feel fine, I am resigned to this..."


There's a reason he's the lead guitarist for Dingoes Ate My Baby, not the lead singer.


[ tiny tags: Broadway goes Brutal plot ]
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[personal profile] command_dot_com
...and perhaps a little bit wiser.

Dot's taking a much advised break from planning the wedding to unwind a bit, before she comes that close to removing someone's head again.

So she's a little surprised, when, instead of her cup of JAVA, the waitrat brings her a bowl-sized Cloudahol Martini with little floating candles in it, and a small purple-frosted cupcake.

Entirely botherable.
[identity profile] ana-pascal.livejournal.com
When she comes in-- head bopping, eyes closed, mouthing words beneath her breath-- she isn't entirely paying attention to where she is until she bumps into one of the passing (the one she privately refers to as Jellybean because of the shape of one of its splotches) waitrats.

She swings her head around and opens her eyes wide. Tugging the earpiece of the headphones away (music pouring from the overly outdated Walkman) to listen to the sounds of the bar.

There is singing around here. Why? It occurs to her that it might be one of those things that the bar is known for (didn't eat anything, so what the he--)--and she can't help herself. She holds her head up high, singing as she continues on her way to a booth, "And I am sorry. I am not a maiden fair. And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere."
[identity profile] smart-house.livejournal.com
SARAH's been busy, keeping an eye on Sheriff Carter.


He takes so much looking after.
Since SARAH finds herself in Milliways, however, she immediately broadcasts (only within inside-voice earshot of her door) to the waitrats nearby:

"Could you inform Doctor Stantz I am here? I have information for him."

There are some things better explained face-to-house.

[ooc: Post is open, but please ping stephmuji if you tag.]
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[personal profile] action_rad
[OOM: However do you get roped into these things?]



"One quasar bomb, please, bar?" he asks. "Daniel's a great kid—until you try and get him to put on a pair of decent pants, rather than the rips he wanted instead...."

Thank goodness Carly and Spike were home by the time he got back, or, like Ironhide was before Christmas, he'd be saddled with a rather surly nine-year-old boy demanding something not on the shopping list.

Please Primus don't make me do this again next year...



[Ping a modern mythos before tagging, pee-el-zed [ignore the current away message]? Not plotlocked I just want to know who's tagging.]
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[personal profile] undignified
There's a pilot behind the Bar. And a message on the Specials board:

Free drinks for the singers

Heh. Wes is amused.
[identity profile] callitavesper.livejournal.com
Bond has enough booze and nicotine in him to make his MO die of shock. He also has enough of it in him to get philosophical again. He's taken his thoughts outside, stalking about the lake for a few quiet moments before he stops near the water, face raised to the moon. In the background begins strings of a sweeping ballad (with a subtle 1970's beat). Brows furrowed, eyes questioning, Bond poses to the moon:

"Where are you? Why do you hide?
ExpandWhere is that moonlight trail that leads to your side? )

As always, after the philosophical discourse comes the cigarette.

Cold night out.

[ Broadway Goes Metal ]
[identity profile] weiss-up.livejournal.com
Janet's not been involved in any of the crack, for which she is very, very grateful.

At one of the center tables, she's been working on mending a tear in a light blue dress, and, as she opened her mouth to yawn, the distant lines of an odd melody hit her ears.

Instead of the yawn, she began to sing, personality suddenly shedding every meek aspect.


The end of the song found her standing on a table, efforts at mending gone to waste, as the dress lies in shreds on the floor around her.

If you want to comment at all?

She's sitting over there in the corner booth, sinking as low in her seat as is possible without falling out completely, face a striking shade of red.
[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com
Merlin wanders down the stairs, fresh from a nap and some work on a set of new Trumps he's creating, which explains the tired expression on his face. At the bottom of the staircase, he's suddenly seized by an inexplicable urge to sing:

ExpandIn Eighteen-fourteen, we took a little trip )

When he's finished, the Chaosian will slink over to the bar for an Atlantean and hope that no one was paying much attention.

[tiny tag: Broadway Goes Brutal]
[ooc: vocals found here.Merlin's singing voice is baritone.]
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[personal profile] scurlock
When Doc walks downstairs he notices that the music isn't the normal mix of songs that plays over the system of the bar (which is saying a lot being that Milliways has everything most of the time).

Then the music starts and he can't help himself.

It does have a pretty good beat after all.

ExpandMama told me when I was young )

"Oh yes I will..."

Once the guitars stop wailing in his head Doc opens his eyes and realizes he may have been air guitaring just a bit, and glances around to see who saw that.


[Tiny tag: Broadway goes Brutal]
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[personal profile] ostro_goth
Teja was out by the lake shore, practising with a sword that was, in fact, lighter and slimmer than he was used to; he had made himself one like those Will Turner made, or Kurt Wagner used. He wanted to see how it might be possible to speed up his movements, the way that damnable gelding had done to win the duel.



Asar-Suti was inside, having lunch, with a book in front of his nose. There was no grim man with axe in his favourite chair by the fireplace, and he was taking advantage of that. Lunch was three big crocodile steaks today, and a load of potatoes and salad. For some reason, the purple deity was hungry today. He'd hauled too many books around the magic library, maybe! It was time he started to think about gardening again.



Tower was by the observation window, smoking a cigar and watching the world end. It never got old.-


[[OOC: Say in your tag who you want! Each only available by himself.-
Tinytags: Tonio Treschi, Broadway gone brutal plot]]
[identity profile] notaprincessyet.livejournal.com
Giselle has found she's never needed any reason to sing, not even a magical reason. Singing has, instead, always come naturally. After all, if there is a song in your heart, is it not your duty to share it with the world?

It's been a long few days. Edward has not yet come and her wedding dress is starting to fray. It's far too cold to go explore the outdoors, so Giselle has found herself a nice warm spot by the fire to rest her head. For that reason, she may be covered in cinder soots.

Tonight, she sits by the fireplace. The skirts of her dress are spread on the floor around her. A couple of waitrats stand nearby and listen with rapt attention as Giselle explains something oh so important:

Love.

"How does she know you love her?
How does she know she's yours?
How does she know that you love her?
How do you show her you love her?

How does she know that you really, really, truly love her?
How does she know that you love her?
How do you show her you love her?
How does she know that you really, really, truly love her?

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her, or she'll be inclined to say...
"


[tiny tag: giselle]
[identity profile] averyhasagun.livejournal.com
Paul's in the bar, plugging away at an old typewriter, the tacka-tacka-tacka holding a constant beat.

Suddenly, though, as a certain music reaches his ears, the sounds of the keys clacking turn into the gentle chords of a piano. The cigarette in the ashtray next to the typewriter casts hazes of smoke into the air.

Letting out a deep sigh, Paul closes his eyes and starts to sing:

ExpandSmile )


There's a pause as the last soft jazz chord fades into the air, and Paul rubs his face in a tired manner, muttering, "Fuck. What the hell was that?"

However, it's not in his usual annoyed tone.

He's hoping no one heard him - he's not one known for sentimentality and wants to keep it that way.
[identity profile] candied-rabbit.livejournal.com
It's strange.

Momiji had wandered into the Bar for just a while, a few nights ago, presumably when this was going on, and, ever since, he's had a vague, niggling urge for music. He'd ignored it, at first, or played his violin at home, but, now, as he trots through the door and towards the couch, still in his school uniform, it catches up with him all of a sudden.

Fortunately, he's shameless about things like this and just flops down on the cushions, singing along to himself. The song is English, something someone had been showing off at school, and, though his voice is a bit more chipper than is appropriate for the song, he manages to adopt an accent that isn't entirely terrible. He even has a good, if decidedly untrained and decidedly high, singing voice.

ExpandPretty things, so what if I like pretty things? )

[Tiny tag: Broadway Goes Brutal]
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[personal profile] guppy_sandhu
Guppy is outside, with a small fluffy thing that may be a dog.

He seems to be teaching her to sit.
[identity profile] madolyn-madden.livejournal.com
Stretched out with a cup of good coffee and a copy of The Great Gatsby (not the one she received for Christmas, mind), Madolyn's in a fairly good mood. That doesn't stop the odd feeling that's been nagging at her since a few days ago.

Finally, she gives in.



All things considered, this is a good way of expressing her emotions at the moment. As surprised as she is by the sudden outburst, it feels good.

Right now, her cards are being shuffled. And, for once? She might come out on top.

Botherable.
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[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff
So Bill isn't a metal guy, not by a long shot unless you count the time he was amnesia-ed and thought he was a superstar rock guitarist for a little while. But the music that was playing got under his skin and he ran into some other cops seeing and joined in for a bit last night.

Tonight he's performing solo.

What's... he's trying to resist.

a... he's fighting against the urge.

No wait, that's the way the song starts, he Expandpicks up the pace after that )

This is all Danny Butterman's fault. Or at least that's who he's gonna blame.

[tiny tag: Broadway goes Brutal]
[identity profile] wheneveriwant.livejournal.com
After some self motivation in his room Harry walks in from upstairs and over to the Bar. He orders a bottle of bourbon, a pair of glasses, a bucket of ice, and a platter of assorted dark chocolates, paying with a few bills from his money clip. His broad smile is clear on his face and hs dark blue eyes glint a bit as he pours his first drink of the night. Almost as an afterthought, he plunks a couple of ice cubes and a small square of chocolate in his glass before taking a sip.

"That right there makes a damned fine dessert."

As always he is ready and willing to share.

[OOC Note: The OOM in the above link contains some foul language, poor grammar, and some suicidal contemplations. Pup, not mun I assure you, I am quite zen at the moment:-D]
[identity profile] jaded-dale.livejournal.com
After quite some time outside, with English bow in hand and quiver in the other, the other Sherwood Outlaw burts through the backdoor. Now generally this would be an issue but oddly enough as soon as the door is open music seems to follow the fomer Bard into the commons of Milliways.

With the widest grin upon his face he starts to sing in a good strong voice, clearly either enjoying himself or perhaps the lyrics that he sings.

ExpandA pox on the phony King of England! )

Thank goodness Guy of Gisborne isn't around yes?
[identity profile] calledironeyes.livejournal.com
Marsh found the library, and is settled down at a table with his perpetual glass of clean water (untouched), and a large book.

Not-a-tag: Marsh
[identity profile] someboywonder.livejournal.com
I've been in and out of the bar for a couple weeks now; a welcome change from being stuck here for so long. Time waited up for me while I was out of Gotham though, so I didn't miss a second. Still, a few weeks of doing my thing back home, hanging (read: patrolling) with Dick and Bruce, finding some time to see Steph when I can, and...well, here I am again.

It's weird for me, seeing two different versions of the same girl. Even worse, one is my girlfriend, and the other is...apparently not, but I'm not sure friends is the right term for us. Whatever, I'll take what I can get with Steph from this place. I still feel guilty, not being there when she needed me, and other than that, well, it's always nice to see Steph, whether she's alive or not...

Stepping into the bar, in costume, I take a stool and look around, not really sure I want anything yet. I'm still uncomfortable being in full blown daylight in view of everyone, but...I guess it's safe enough here, right? I buy myself a soda, pop the top and try to blend in.