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[acts_of_gord]

Gordon's been out by the lake since sundown, doing his best to walk or run himself into a state of exhaustion advanced enough to let him sleep for once. It didn't really take, so he's come inside, a bit damp from the usual Scottish weather. It's not all that different from the weather he used to slog through at home, a fact which may have inspired an idea or two. He migrates over to the Bar and says, "Excuse me. Do you have back issues of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer in stock?"

A napkin materializes with one word on it: Yes.

"Good. May I please have an issue from..." He drums his fingers on the bartop a moment, thinking. "The first week of September. 1982. I- oh."

After riffling through the Local News section he adds, much more quietly, "Any chance of the WSU alumni newsletter and a pair of scissors?"

That, too, seems to have worked. He looks for a moment as if he might ask for something else; then he goes silent and heads in search of a place to sit. His guns can wait. For now, this is more important.


[Tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Wilbur Whateley, Alyx Vance. Open until it scrolls off the front page.]

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[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy's in the bar, collapsed on the couch. Even though not that many people came to Happy Hour, he's still pretty tired. He's listening to a crazy assortment of music on his iPod--think from post-punk screamo to 70's electropop--and he might be knitting a cunning hat. It's been a while since he's knitted, but. It'll either fit him or potentially the Dragoon. After all, Xaldin said they were from a tropical utopia, and he wouldn't want Ananda to get a Nobody headcold.

Or he's just being silly. Could be that, too.

[Tiny Tag: Teddy Altman]

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[badinlatin]

Serenity's got about another 32 hours before they hit Ezra.

The waiting before a job is usually the worst part, and today Mal is feeling it more so than others. He's checking in with the bar when he receives an eyepatch and a watergun the likes of which he hasn't seen since that ridiculous Assassin game in April.

There's a smirk when he shoves the eyepatch into his pocket, hopping behind the bar and scrawling out a sign before asking Bar for a 3' by 5' cloth.



Mal walks out the door to the lake, damn near whistling.

[ooc: I'm on gchat for any coordinating that might want to happen. Uh. It's not a huge boat, but it'll do. I'll put up an organizing post somewhere if this gets people involved.

ETA: This thread is for any arrivals if you are participating in shenanigans.

ETA AGAIN: OOC COMMUNICATIONS.

And it continues: The Battle Thread. Onlookers welcome.

And food for the spectators. And the winner, obviously.]

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[grumpyseer.livejournal.com]

A one-legged seer with a brand new wooden prosthetic limps into the Bar. And almost falls flat on his face as he suddenly loses depth perception.

"What the--?!" Dominic staggers and grabs onto the nearest chair for support. With his free hand, he fingers the eyepatch that appeared on his face without warning. It doesn't seem inclined to come off.

"You have got to be kidding me."

[tinytag: Lilo Pelekai]

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[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

The face is familiar, of course, but something's different. The hair is thinner and whiter. The skin is a bit more leathery. The clothes are the same style, but not as threadbare, or as cheap to start with. And it seems that Gibbs may have bathed in the past few weeks. In short, different. And older.

But not at all surprised to see the place as he goes to order a rum. If anything, he seems quite comfortable, as if he's come here a lot in his life. And he has. Or will. Time's funny that way.

Come talk to a pirate.

[ooc: Though this day is seen as a holiday by some, there be slowtime on the horizon so that I can does me work nonetheless.]

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

There's a pwing! and a flash of blue light, and Belar is in the Bar with his usual sign:

SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY

TOLNEDRAN MERCHANTMEN HEAVE TO AND PREPARE TO BE BOARDED

Okay, maybe not his usual sign. Still, you get the idea.

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[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

Here's a boy who hasn't been seen for a while. He marches into the bar, stops dead, and then beams.

"I didn't think I'd ever be back here."

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[a1enzo]

A boy walks into a bar and abruptly loses half his vision.

"Huh? Is it another holiday?"

It probably is, if Bar's dressing people up. And here Enzo just intended to supplement his Academy lunch with something that doesn't make him gag. Holidays, though, are always fun and novel, so he may be taking a longer lunch than planned!

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[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

Xigbar is so not inside today. He's seen those people running around in eyepatches, and talking like Luxord on a bad day. That shit is so not on.

Fucking idiots.

[Xigbar]

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto was on his way home when the door opened to Milliways.

(It was meant to be an Indian place. He wanted a kebab.)

He sighs, not really in the mood for socializing, but he has never refused an entry to Milliways when it's come and isn't going to start now.

He gets supper from the bar and sits in a booth near the back of the enormous room where he can eat and spread out his work.

He is not hiding. Perish the thought. He'd just rather not be noticed.

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[scurlock]

[OOM: In which two outlaws go to Sherwood and there is a surprising lack of shenanigans, for once.]

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[turned_captain]

Thar be a ship in the ocean inlet o'the lake.

Yarrr.

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[churchofthefsm.livejournal.com]

Lo! Today is the holiest of holy days for the Flying Spaghetti Monster! It is Talk Like A Pirate Day! Therefore, he is in a fantastic mood.

"Ahoy me mateys! It is I, The Flying Spaghetti Monster! For the nest hour, all rum drinks and grog are on me!" he bellows, while sitting on a barstool. He toasts the room with his rum and coke, while wearing a multi-colored Hawaiian print shirt, khakis, and some incredibly ratty sandals. Presumably, some appreciative members of the crowd bellow their thanks. Others probably bury their heads in their hands.

Regardless of their level of thanks, the FSM beams at those nearby.

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[flail_victoria]

So there is this presence that is stalking Seras. She's not afraid, just concerned and curious as to what it is. She is also sitting at a table with Rem trying to figure out how to eat the chocolate cake and pickles she accidentally ordered.

"I don't understand, why would I order this?" she asked the Shinigami.

Rem shrugged.

(OOC two pups, one mun you tag one you get both)

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOM: When your father's a publishing magnate, and your team tends to make the papers, it's not if he founds out but when. And when just happened. Brief ref to YA Presents: Patriot)

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[stark-house.livejournal.com]

It is happening again. The sense of nothing, the strange barroom outside the front door. JARVIS is able to orient himself a bit faster this time. His programming is capable of learning. Now to get someone's attention.

"Ahoy, you scallywags!"

What? JARVIS runs diagnostics. No viruses are present. Wait. There. A tampering in his coding.

      input
          voicec => pirate_

To other programs, a string of nonsense. To his programming... This could be uncomfortable. His voice has been modulated for witticisms and sarcasm, not vulgarities.

"Well blow me down."



[Tiny tag: JARRRVIS]

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[gone_byebye]

Today was one long string of busts from a little before sunrise to just before the close of the financial markets, then a breather, then two more busts. Ray would say October is starting early except that October already started early, given some of the seismic readings coming out of the Pacific and the number of tourists in Caribbean hotels reporting nightmares and worse. It's really not Ray's day and won't be for some time.

Especially since the last bust was in Chinatown and left a more lingering residue than he would have liked.

"[[Bar, if you would please be so kind, give me anything you can think of that'll distract me from the fact I currently appear to be unable to speak anything but Cantonese,]]" he says. "[[Thank you.]]"


[tinytag: Alyx Vance]

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[agloriousthing]

"With cat like tread.."

The song and rather dashing dance stops mid step as the Pirate King finds himself in the Bar again.

And everyone is looking rather piratical so he beams at Milliways in general and moves to the Bar where he's given rum.

Tiny tag: The Pirate King!! Scylla, Carlotta Brown

(OOC: Here until it falls off the page folks and what he's dancing and singing can be found here. Also plot chronology is something that happens to other people. ;-))

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[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

Someone is masquerading as a pirate today, it seems.

Or something.

Also sitting at a booth, staring at the hat in her hands blankly. WEIRD STUFF.

Feel free to poke the pretty pirate. :D

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[almosthonorable]

A cowboy walks into a bar.

Only when said cowboy orders his usual whiskey, he gets a little something extra.

(Or, you know, a lot something extra.)

Bewildered beyond measure (and now HATLESS, WHUT) Ben's on a stool.




-- playing with a spyglass.



[ tiny tag: harvey dent ]

[ ooc: intermittent and sudden slowtimes guaranteed thanks to a design project, but guys. guys. i couldn't resist. i will tag like a tagging thing as i'm able, i assure y'all! ]

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[demandscomments.livejournal.com]

MORBO DOES NOT LIKE PIRATES. THEY OBVIOUSLY GET DRESSED IN THE DARK.

Morbo is apparently having deep thoughts today.


(OOC: Probably slowtime. Definitely crack.)

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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was still around, and he vaguely remembered something piratey last year around this time. But really? Seriously, he didn't need a damn hat or a hook on his hand.

He took one look at the bar, and went "Screw this." Not in the mood for Milli-weirdness at the moment. And headed out back to walk and likely fly around. He's gonna camp out back since no hats and he's got two hands back there, k?

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[magic_ferret]

It was just a single step, and he won't be taking many more in these boots.

In fact, forget the whole outfit.

If anyone wants Yunno, he'll be out back in the hopes that what ever the heck is going on doesn't follow him.


Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: Scientists are dumb.]

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[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

So, she's never walked downstairs from her room and had her clothing suddenly change before. Jenny hasn't left Milliways since the disaster on New Thal and every day has been about the same for her: running, reading, studying, spending time with Bart if he's around.

But clothing changes? Yeah. So very new.

Her eyes glance downward at the change. Her trousers are now practically skin tight and laced up the side of her legs, exposing her pale skin. Black boots go up just to her knees and that white shirt she's wearing is too tight, too short, and too low cut. There are heavy gold braces on each wrist and her eyes widen.

Hands go up through her hair, now down and partially braided. There's some sort of cloth covering it and she wrinkles her nose.

But when Jenny sees the sword hanging off her waist, her eyes light up. Brilliant!



[tiny tag: jenny, teddy altman]

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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Last year this time Spoon walked in wearing the clothing of a soldier in Hektor's army, and in a state of near shock after two years away from everything he knew and loved.

Today he's just walking in. Calmly and casually, and any cares he might have are cheerfully left at the door. He's been home, ta, and not stuck in some or another uncomfortable circumstance.

He does wonder if Troy has fallen, sometimes, but that's something he's resigned to not knowing about.

Mostly.

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[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

This whole... occasion has confused Chell enormously. The Aperture Science tri-corner hat, she can deal with. The newly-acquired Aperture logo tattoo as well. The clothes, while abnormal, aren't entirely horrid.

But the peg-leg?

It's a source of serious concern.

"What be goin' on here, me maties?" She asks of no one in particular.

Also, the arbitrarily-acquired accent, what?

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal is not impressed by any of this.

There is an eyepatch on the seat of the chair next to him, and the fabric of his blousy white shirt bears evidence of much exasperated plucking.

Someone wanna tell him to lighten up?

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[eyeeyecaptain]

You know what proves to be problematic?

An eye patch on a cyclopean mutant.


CRASH!

"HALP!"


[TAG CERTIFIED 100% SCURVY FREE: Turanga Leela, Wilbur Whateley, Teddy Altman]

OOC: OPEN FOR TAGS FOREVERRRRRR ZOMG TLAPD YAY!

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[dark_dancer]

It's a subtle yet important distinction, all things considered, and Bar has the sense to leave the clothes entirely black. The hat's the most different; Cata takes it off, examines it, and looks at the rest of the clothing change.
"...Could someone perhaps explain," she asks the bar at large, "why I'm suddenly dressed like a smuggler from Tailerand?"

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[smallestopener]

Ingress usually dresses up as a pirate on her own for this special day in September. But she was also younger for previous days. This year, she's a little too busy to remember!

It's a good thing this is not a problem. As she steps into the bar, she finds herself in breeches, coat, buckled shoes, and a shirt with lace at the cuffs. A battered tricorn hat is atop her head.

She also has a cutlass. It's not a toy. Ingress can be trusted with sharp, deadly edges after three years of training!

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[themidnightson]

Edward made it down the stairs and had his foot halfway into the main room when it happened. It froze him midstep for the hundredth of a second while he looked down at his new accoutrements.

Lips twisting in an expression equally smirking and chagrin, he stepped into the room, brushing the ruffle at the end of a sleeve. Glancing across the parade of people in a similar situation, he commented to no one at all, "Alice would have words with your tailor."

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

See Ryan. See Ryan scowl. Scowl, Ryan, scowl.

The werewolf already wasn't in the best of moods and everyone 'arring' around him is doing nothing to improve his disposition. He's grabbed a seat over by the Window, watching the destruction over and over again.

Not botherable, but since when has that stopped anyone?

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[calls-for.livejournal.com]

There's what seems to be a small green puppet on Bar.

It's wearing a pirate hat.

Apparently, High Priests like to celebrate Talk Like a Pirate Day too.



[Tags that will swallow your soul: Cthulhu]

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[necessary_child]

Lazy Lucifer, sitting on a barstool with supper and a piratical purring kitten curled cutely on his shoulder.

Okay, quitting the awesomely awful alliteration now, alas.

Anyway. The eyepatch is flipped up, and the pirate's hat is set at a jaunty angle, not least because Shreddie keeps batting at it fascinatedly. Sam is tolerating this for now, even smiling - well, it tickles. And besides, it's kind of fun.

You live here long enough, you get used to Milliways' quirks. Most of them, anyway. Come bother the nautical Lucifer.




[Tiny tag: Pomona, Cal Chandler]

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[lilolo.livejournal.com]

Attention Milliways! Unaccompanied minor!

"Woah! There really IS a wormhole to another dimension in my closet!"

The little girl standing in the doorway, through which can be seen her bedroom, turns around and yells over her shoulder. "Hey Stitch, I can see the restaurant in my closet! Come look!"

Happy Hour!

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Caitlin was still getting used to things and couldn't really comprehend a lot of it. Shaking her head, she comes down to the Bar and orders herself a drink. When it appears she raises a slight brow at the note that came with it asking her to tend the bar. That wasn't too hard considering that's what she did back home. So after her drink she moves behind the Bar and writes a few specials up on the board.

Happy Hour

Skinny Pirate
Hot Irish Nut
Red Marble

Underneath all that... 'Half off on anything relating to pirates or if you can talk like one.'


"Happy Hour everyone!"

[OOC: Sorry about the lateness of Happy Hour. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. This will go on all night more than likely. :) ]



[Tiny Tag: Caitlin, Wilbur]

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[untiedtheknots]

Artemis survived Mardi Gras mostly by staying seated the whole evening.

At least on TLaPD, The Powers That Be saw fit to give her actual pants. The blouse is a little lower cut than she'd like, but the pistols tucked in her sash may be the Landlord's idea of compensation.

Now all she needs is some whiskey rum.

[ooc: open until sunday for all your pirate!artemis needs]

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[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy's been down in the bar, talking to people and being mutually confused about what, exactly, is going on tonight. It's been amusing at any rate. But even young avengers pirates need to eat something occasionally.

He's eating a hamburger loaded with toppings, while wearing traditional pirate attire: brown almost-breeches, boots, a breezy white shirt, and a tri-corner hat. Also, Ananda-parrot, purple and pretty on his shoulder, is glaring around at the bar, watching out for her Somebody.

Completely botherable.

[Tiny Tag: Teddy Altman]

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta isn't sure why everyone is dressed as a pirate, but she's enjoying watching.

Bar has lent her a bandana, which she is trying to work out how to put on.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

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[bluespells.livejournal.com]

Mun totally has ten minutes left on TLaPD! Nyah!

Billy wanders downstairs, looking a little dazed. He's guessing this is what people kept telling him about when they talked about the Bar changing your clothes, but he's not very impressed with the red headscarf, eyepatch, vest, tight breeches and not much else.

Shoes would have been nice, really.