milliways_bar | Oct. 30th, 2009

Oct. 30th, 2009

[OOM: Three Days in October, Day 3: Coda. Sometimes you can get what you want, or: Finally, Tony doesn't get arrested. Small and tame warnings for the usual Tony and Edie banter and handsiness, as well as references to violence.]

[tinytag: Queen Faraday]

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: While moving into his new apartment, Duo receives some unexpected company in his bathtub. Not in the way you're thinking. Or maybe it is in the way you're thinking. How are we supposed to know what you're thinking?]

ever_lovin

Stepping into Milliways, for an instant Ben is dressed like this before he suddenly becomes this. Startled, he squeals like a little girl (You can hear it here at about 1:58) and bursts into flames.

Just wait until he gets a look at his hair.

Current Music: Ausoween - PopWIllEatItself vs. Danny Elfman

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

Off near the back of the Bar, where it won't be (too) loud, there is a large TV - about 50". There's a DVD player hooked up to it, and a box of DVDs. The DVDs include such classics as the entire Wednesday the 15th series, that modern masterpiece Rake, and Wendy the Werewolf Stalker - not the cool TV show but the craptastic film with Swanny Crystal. Above the TV is a crudely drawn banner reading "HALLOWEEN HORROR HOEDOWN!!" (Both the artwork and the choice of words are Beast Boy's, if anyone asks.)

Cyborg has just finished getting the his spare batteries connected - he can't find any outlets with the right socket for some reason - and he looks around the Bar with a big grin. "So who y'all wants to see some scary movies?"

[ooc: Mun will have some slowtime, but open to all comers all weekend and threadhopping is encouraged - pick a film (real or imagined) and have some fun. Also a CAR KEYS post for JRR Tolkein.

Updated: Mun now enters weekend slowtime - will tag Saturday night after Shabbos and Sunday before and after wisdom tooth extraction.]

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways:

"SOUNDWAVE REPORTING. TRANSMITTING ORBITAL INSTALLATION DATA..."

"I repeat, this is Hound and Moonracer- Earth has been rendered orbitally inaccessible-"]

The Autobots have had worse days than this, to be certain, but this one is up there in the top ten. At least, so far as Bumblebee is concerned. He's starting to understand why Ironhide's response to a terrible situation is to find somewhere private and shoot things until both his arms overheat.

Unfortunately, Bee's attempt to do anything even vaguely similar led him to the Bar instead, so there's a 5'2" yellow-and-chrome Cybertronian with his battle visor down trying to decide whether he wants to go outside and make use of Ironhide's crater or just go alt mode and see whether the land outside by the lake is anywhere near as good as the flats at home for driving so fast you leave unwelcome things behind.

acts_of_gord

Gordon was planning on going outside for target practice this morning. Gordon forgot to check the calendar first.

After a few minutes of blinking and patting himself down (the two SMGs he can understand, but he's not sure he wants to know why he seems to be carrying a sword), and another moment of realizing that his chin is being exposed to daylight for the first time since sophomore year of college, he finally sticks a hand in one pocket. There seems to be an ID card in there.

"... Employee ID and Citizenship Credentials for Bauhaus Corporation?" he wonders aloud.

hecu_marine

Shephard's almost sure he wasn't eight and a half feet tall and three hundred pounds when he went to bed last night. And his PCV sure as hell wasn't a set of the weirdest armor he's ever seen. And his ankles did not do that, nor did he have hooves.

Huh. Apparently, swearing at the top of your lungs is a lot easier when you haven't got multiple mandibles to contend with. Well, at least the incoherent frothing noise sounds vulgar. Isn't that what counts?

aintno-disco.livejournal.com

(not-quite-OOM:

And you may find yourself
In another part of the world)

Conflict Diamond ended up crashing on one of the couches by the fire last night, after bartending. It wasn't where she meant to sleep for the night, but it worked.
On the other hand... well, if that dream was any indication of what usually happens at night here, she's in no particular hurry to repeat the experience. Nice as it is to have a little closure, she's still rattled.
So she's talked the Bar into giving her a sandwich and a Bait and Switch. It may be early, but she thinks the strong drink is merited, all things considered.

(OOC: Pretty much insta-slowtime until around 5:30 EST, but all tags will be answered.)

a1enzo

Phew. Enzo plods into Milliways with a look of relief on his face Exams are done with, and none of them were unduly awful. A couple cycles of relaxation, then his report card and, if all goes well, his second protocol upgrade! Then vacation and...

He looks down at himself.

Oh, right. That.

"What in the Web am I supposed to be?!"

raptorcanaria

The calendars in Dinah's world and Milliways have once again become roughly aligned - but that doesn't mean she's particularly aware that Hallowe'en is on its way, because this time, she's not exposed to the massive marketing that hits the streets in Gotham. In Japan, they have the festival of friendly ghosts, which she's looking forward to participating in, but she hasn't put any thought into costume.

Cue surprise, therefore, when she enters Milliways and feels her clothing change - and for change, read 'mostly disappears'. Not that this is usually a problem for Dinah.

The 'problem' that grabs her attention at this point is the shuriken that's appeared in her hand. That won't come off when she shakes it.

"Oh come on," she tells anything that might be listening that has dictated this outfit, "I don't even use weaponry."

She hasn't even noticed her hair yet.

boundxkitty

[OOM: I loved you, but no one said I had to be happy to see you again.]

Liz is curled up on the couch, mug of coffee in her hands. She didn't get very much sleep last night. And every so often her hand traces along her throat.

Distractions might be nice.

ikissdhimbck

Kate is looking healthier as she makes her way through the room to leave a note with Miss Bar. It's clear that she still has a long way to go, but there's more color in her face, and more strength in her uneven gait.

( For Ben Wade )

isaysimplewords

[OOM: maybe you're choosing to walk this dead-end beat
'cause lonely is a two-way street]

The dream of Tina has lingered with him all day, making him a little scattered and a lot distracted. That might have something to do with why he takes several steps into Milliways before he realizes - something's a little different. His clothes are different.

. . . shit. It's been October in Milliways for a while, hasn't it? Yeah, this is just what he needed.

He looks down, blinking at the long coat he's wearing, and it takes him a few seconds to realize why it is so very familiar.

Oh, no. No, no. No fucking way is he doing this right now. Cal Chandler turns to head back through his Door -

- and finds that it isn't there.

". . . great."

[OOC: ~~I'll be disappearing for work between three and roughly eight-thirty EST, but will pick up all tags and slows when I return.~~ I'm back! This post is open to new tags all weekend.]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

OOM: During the night, Jason has an enlightening conversation with his grandmother, who gives him some advice. He wakes up wondering whether or not it was really a dream.

coconutextract.livejournal.com

[ OOM: The ghosts in my room wanted to scare me so badly, but the notion to move your head doesn't work when you're stuck to the bed. No, doesn't work when you're stuck to the bed. ]

nathaniel_kitten

[OOM:

Is life different
After midnight
With its new dawn
And its new light
Inconsistent
And indifferent
To the things
We were so sure we knew

Warnings are on the post itself.]

Nathaniel has claimed a comfortable chair near the fire. He's casually dressed in pajama pants and slippers, his wet hair braided. A cup of hot chocolate is in his hands, his knees drawn up to his chest as he sips the liquid. Nightmares were one thing. Nathaniel's had nightmares most of his life.

That?

That hadn't been a nightmare.

He sighs into his mug, closing his eyes briefly, and tries not to think too much about it.

Problem is, the more he tries not to think about the nightmare-that-wasn't-a-nightmare, the more it lingers in his thoughts.

[OOC: Sorry for the repost, decided to actually post him into the bar with his OOM. :D]

ps_you_look_hot

It goes like this:

Nikola steps into the bar and finds himself redressed for the holiday.

The door opens again, and Lorne steps in and finds himself redressed as well.

Neither of their costumes seems particularly out of the ordinary until the two men look at each other.

“Parrish?”

“Detective Kavanaugh?”

“No, Major Lorne. I…Doc? You’re not Dr. Parrish, are you?”

“Certainly not.” Nikola draws himself to his full height, but his attempts to look imposing are somewhat hindered by the bulky jacket and (good lord, really?) cargo shorts he seems to be wearing. “And you’re not Joe Kavanaugh.”

“Nope.” Lorne looks down at his dark trousers and white, button-down shirt, shoulder holster strapped in place and a badge proclaiming him a detective in the Old City Police Department.

“Well, then, Major…Happy Halloween.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And they both go their separate ways, Nikola to a couch by the fire (where, in a moment, he will no doubt discover the travesty that has been perpetrated on his hair) and Lorne to the bar to order a pint.

[ooc: Two pups, one mun. Say in your tag who you're tagging. I'll be out all day tomorrow and most of Sunday, but consider this post open forever.

ETA: Also? Car keys bait for Sari Sumdac (for Lorne) and the Flying Squirrel (for Nikola).]

nathaniel_kitten

[OOM: Millitimed to October 9th, after Nathaniel spends the night with Jason and Moon, he returns to Asher's room for sleep and time with his vampire.

Warning for smex in both those threads.]

cod-pi.livejournal.com

It may not be quite the same surprise as before, but Emerson's entrance into the bar this time is still something of a nasty shock.

On the other hand, he had been craving a snack after lunch, and this doesn't require him to leave his office.

After briefly weighing his options, Emerson walks over to the bar, and orders a glass of ice cream. Instead, a strawberry-kiwi smoothie appears.

"Not what I ordered," he protests. The smoothie remains.

Emerson lifts the straw in the glass, testing the smoothie's consistency. While his craving had been for ice cream, he also did not wish to repeat the "Pooh" incident. He takes a small sip.

"Not bad," he concedes.

lillord1eye.livejournal.com

Ciel is made entirely of disapproval this afternoon.

He disapproves of the big, dangly, cloth clover that has replaced his tie. He disapproves of the gallumphing, brown boots that have stolen onto his feet where his fine shoes were before. When he notices the silly hat on his head and the ridiculous ring on his now-gloved hands, he will disapprove of those, as well.

Most of all, though, he disapproves of leprechauns not wearing eyepatches. Because, as he steps inside, his vanishes promptly, and he has to clap a hand palm-down against his face to cover up a strange, purple glow there. When he stalks over to Bar, he keeps his hand held firmly over it, fingers tight together and teeth gritted.

"What," growls the green-draped pre-teen in a less than intimidating manner, "is this supposed to be?"

So frustrated! Someone must've stolen his pot o' gold!

makesthings

Sameth went outside quickly so no costume changes caught him but when he walked back in, he froze since not only was in a uniform that forced him to stand straighter but his left hand was mechanical.

It takes him a few moments to remember to not block the doorway and he ends up at a table testing the hand and trying to figure out how it was made and what's making it work.

Tiny tag: Kait Galweigh
(OOC: Slightly early Halloween post, but open for days.)

findthegeck

[ OOM: On the road - a slice of life (sliced extra thin)
A speck of nowhere called Modoc ]

Sativa squeezes through the door, as if it's narrower from one side then the other, and wearily makes her way up to the bar, bag slung over her shoulder, trailing dirt from the soles of her boots.

This is what three weeks of non-stop Wasteland-wandering looks like, punctuated by a record-breaking Brahmin Fry binge. She's tired, sore, sweat-soaked and dirty. At least the one thing she isn't is hungry.

She parks herself on a stool and makes the request, "Bar, can I get a mrmflghlbb 'n' shngmbrtlfrp..." which is mumbled as she rests her face on her arms on the bartop. Bar somehow manages to interpret this and delivers a room key and a tall glass of water with two extra-strength tabs of antacid. Plop-plop, fizz-fizz.

"'Nkh-y'," she hurps.

[OOC: Carkey-jangling for

waylostandfound, open to anyone else]

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

The only proven way to avoid random holiday costuming in Milliways is to already be costumed when you come in.

Sari is not aware of this. But then again, it doesn't really matter to her. Everyone knows that half the fun of Halloween is devising and constructing the perfect costume. And when she walks in today, she's got the best costume that cardboard, aluminum foil, poster paint, and three nights of work could possibly produce.

"Autobots, transform and roll out!"

[ooc: Car Keys bait for John Munch, but open to all!]

masterofstlouis

[OOM: Forgiveness from others can be given. Forgiveness from yourself must be earned.]

It's not quite full dark when Jean-Claude comes downstairs, but as long as he stays away from the doors, he'll be fine. He orders a glass of red wine from the bar and sits down to think. This place certainly had no shortage of surprises. His first dream in six centuries, and yet it was also somehow very real.

And she forgave him. She'd gone to her death hoping for him to save her, and he'd failed. But she didn't hate him for it, didn't blame him for it. Was it really her, or just what he'd always hoped to hear her say?

He touched his lips briefly, thinking again of that final kiss. No dream, no memory, could have been so sweet.

Too many questions, and never enough answers. The story of his very long life.

[oom: open for car keys thread with Sam Linnfer or whomever else would like to tag.]

aeons_crackshot

Annabelle had forgotten what day it was, until she came downstairs and got costumed.

There ought to be some sort of transformation sequence that happens when Annabelle is suddenly clothed in this dress but the multi-verse fails to provide one.

Annabelle just sighs, "I had better get my other gun back when this costume goes away, or there's going to be trouble," she announces to the Bar at large.*

*Let's just say that thigh holsters can be useful for concealed carry.

(OOC: Open until I make another entrance post!)

seat_five_girl

Ako can be forgiven for not having the current date fixed firmly in mind. She was locked out of the bar for a year until just recently.

Which is why there isn't so much as a pair of kitty ears between her and a costume change.

"Eep!"

noteful

[OOM: Meg's Halloween this year seems to be rather more trick than treat.]

justasaleswoman

The door opens, and there's a split second glimpse of a woman with dark hair, a designer black dress, and a lot diamonds.

And then the dress and the diamonds have been replaced with something far more plain and demure, and the hair is covered by a neat white cap.

For the first time in a few hundred years, Verity looks like she's supposed to be in the middle of a damn Thanksgiving display.

And she looks fairly annoyed about the fact.

"What the hell is this?"

Okay, maybe more than fairly.

[tiny tag: Applegate]

thursdays_angel

Castiel doesn’t feel any different when he comes into the bar this evening. The shift from going from incorporeal to possessing a physical body (once a little jarring) is a sensation that he barely even notices any more.

Nor does he look any different. At least, as far as he can tell. Same vessel. Same rumpled suit. Same long coat.

He has no real way of knowing that, courtesy of Milliways, he is participating in Halloween.

And that human blue eyes have turned demon black.

[Plotlocked with apologies.]

7twistedwishes

The Devil walks in, and Bar does not need to change anything, she is already costumed as Devil Disco Diva. And carrying a pumpkin-shaped basket of candy.

Care for some?

Jordan Kennedy comes downstairs from her room just to be fitted with a Sailor Saturn costume.

She is not smiling at the change: sure, the Evil Genius has two arms for the night, but really, how she is expected to move in that outfit?

Ryu Hayabusa is just redressed. Guess what?

Yes, into a pirate costume.

At least he escaped the cliché eyepatch, hook and pegleg, and is still recognizable as himself.

Philip Marlowe is also just put in a costume, without any other changes: tuxedo, bow tie, cummerbund, a strange wristwatch... someone care to explain who James Bond is? If not, he will also share his martini.

Connor is caught totally by surprise, having forgotten what day it is. He enters Milliways seeking to have a drink and relax away from the others, and vanishes.

He is replaced with Psylocke. "The hell??"

Tanya Adams... oh, wait, that is not Tanya. That is an Old West schoolmarm. Who is not happy with the change, even if it is also in clothes only. She will be by the counter muttering darkly into a drink.

itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com

[oom: Olive Snook stars in Broadway at Night.]

[my tag for this got lost in the shuffle, so I've decided to re-post. If you've seen this before, that was the time I didn't tag. Aaaanyway. Read on!]

fowl_beast

Oh, Halloween.

Death, no doubt, is enlisting mortals to do some odd chore. Death gets particularly chatty on this day. Such odd things happen on Halloween.

When Evil Chicken *POOF*s his way down to the bar to his favored table, he noticed something.

Something was wrong... Why were the humans smaller?

Seems Bar deemed it fit to make him wear a disguise to look like human guys.
But he's not a man, he's a chicken B...

"What? Why am I wearing a Santa costume?" Then he noticed the hat he was wearing, and started dancing. "Rich! Filthy rich!!!! Woohoo!"

So, in summary, Santa Claus, on top of a table, dancing. It must be a very sturdy table...

[He's a chicken, I tell you! A giant chicken!]

zeevofbristol.livejournal.com

It was supposed to be the door leading into his flat. George sincerely thought it was. Usual scuffed up door leading into the pink two story building. Everything looked the same, and he was too excited to notice that his footsteps didn't lead into the edge of his living room as he shouted his wonderful piece of news.

"I had sex with Nina last night and it was bloody marvellous!"

A few seconds later he realized that he was in fact NOT regaling his love life to his flatmates, but the bar at the end of the universe. A few more seconds and a furious blush made its way up his face, and even turning his prominent ears red. A few more seconds and he had his hand firmly up to his face.

"Oh God."

Could be worse George, at least the Bar's not yet getting you into the Halloween spirit like other patrons.

(tiny tag: George Sands, first bit of dialogue from Being Human ep 3)
(also a Car Keys post for Lacey Thornfield

confrontspeak but open to all)

justaskyou

The door swings open to let in a grinning, redheaded faerie busily chatting on a cellphone. Her dress is green and sparkly, with leaves winding up the sleeves and a colorful train swishing at the back, and her ears are pretty darn impressive.

She blinks as the responses cut off ('So I'll meet you down- Uh, Paige?') and frowns down at the screen for a moment before noticing her surroundings. Then she shrugs and flips her cellphone shut, tucking it into a neatly hidden pocket.

"Now you decide show up again?" Alexis inquires of the ceiling boards, or maybe just the empty air somewhere above her head. "Senior party, magical Bar-place. We could do this again tomorrow. I'll even wear the ears."

As she glances around, however, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep the widening smile from her face. She could just go home, technically speaking. And while aforementioned senior party might be cool - and she's pretty excited that Dad's trusting her to go in the first place - but this place is seriously awesome.

And the costumes are amazing.

[ooc: Off to bed! Three days of pre-k Halloween have knocked me out. Will tag back in the morning!]

iambetadraconis

Here is the question we now ask: Will one formerly-of-the-Magical-World-and-now-permanent-resident-of-Vane Rabastan Lestrange be treated to Halloween this year, since he was on that side of "away" last year?

The answer, with a snicker, is "yes". Yes he is.

And following the now grand tradition of becoming something feline for Halloween, there is a Persian sleeping in front of the fireplace [it sort of snores like Rabastan]. Oh no; not the hairy, fluffy, darling of the cat show circuit and star of Fancy Feast commercials—the other Persian.

Giovanni and "Gotta catch 'em all!" jokes will go over his poor head, if you try them though.

Current Mood: sleepy

kemo_soggy

"...Oh, hell no."
Who Moist is addressing isn't immediately clear, but it's a safe guess that it has to do with a certain sudden change in attire.
"Seriously. I look like a reject from the Monkees, or something. No."
There's a moment's hesitation, and the getup is replaced by fairly standard cowboy gear.

Moist facepalms, but he doesn't protest. Singing telegram posse is better than... whatever the hell that was.

(OOC: Open all weekend, or till he gets another post, whichever comes first.)