milliways_bar | Oct. 31st, 2009

Oct. 31st, 2009

[OOM: In which Sabriel and her son Sameth have their habitual difficulty in communicating, but do their level best to overcome it.

Ah, family.]

yoyo-fanatic.livejournal.com

Oh. Crap. This isn't good. Like. This really isn't good.

When bad things happen, sometimes you forget how it happened. That kind of happens with Bridget. He's not sure how he got to this point he just knows it happened and it isn't good.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong Bri? You look awfully worried!"

"I have a right to be worried! I BROKE YOU."

Akito, who, for all intent purposes looks perfectly normal, smiles and wraps an arm around Bridget.

"Oh, I'm fine, I have no clue what you're talking about."

Except he's not and Bridget knows that. He can hear it, maybe he can't hear a lot of things right now but geez, he can hear this. Panicking slightly, Bridget shoves the smiling shark to a couch.

"Now you stay right there, ok? I'm going to ask bar for help."

Maybe she could do something about this.

[Tinytags: Bridget, Wanijima Akito]

dancewaterdance

Demyx has been busy, okay? Things haven't been good. They've been worse before, of course. He enters without fanfare (for once) with a bundle of black leather under one arm - his old coat, safely folded up. He hasn't worn it in a long time.

Because it's more than 'a coat' for him. It's a uniform.

He's thinking as little as possible, just wanting a place to not be reminded of anything when he sits down at the bar.

Demyx doesn't expect the little fruit tart with a "1" candle in it to appear, and it's only then that he counts the dates and realizes that he's been real for a whole year now. It's the closest thing he's got to a birthday.

ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com

( oom: dominic (philippe leidie de) greene )

lasthalfmile

[Upstairs, a brief conversation.]

Dan walks downstairs with one hand tucked into the pocket of his coat, keeping to himself as he approaches the bar. He asks for a small piece of paper and a pencil, and calmly (his hands are not quite shaking, but not quite steady either) prints five words onto the surface.

Ben,

Tucker sends his regards.

He folds the note in half, and calmly stabs it onto the end of the shiny object he's pulled from his coat pocket, before resting it on the counter.

It promptly disappears.

And Dan is not far behind, heading back upstairs.

[ooc: No tags please, Dan will have an EP sometime later in the week -- work is slammed right now and I have no time for threads. :(]

venusadept_2

This particular Felix has never experienced a Milliways Halloween. As such, he's quite startled when he comes through the door and ends up dressed rather differently. He doesn't notice the change in his hair color, yet; he's too busy investigating the new clothes and equipment, all the while also wearing a puzzled expression.

nathaniel_kitten

When Nathaniel comes downstairs Halloween night, he's shocked.

Shocked.

He stands on the landing, looking down at himself. He is, by no means, amused.

Well, maybe a little amused.

"Cute," he sighs, heading over to Bar. Walking in heels and fishnet stalkings is a piece of cake for this man, and he hops up onto a barstool. "French maid. Ha ha. I'm sure Asher will love it."

Nathaniel orders himself supper, pleased as punch to sit there and eat, or talk, should anyone poke the leopard.

[OOC: Slowtime must be called, but the post is open indefinitely. :D Yay?

Warning for smex in the Asher thread.]

numbered_doctor

The bar, as all patrons learn sooner or later, has a twisted sense of humor, and thus, as depicted on a certain carton if ice cream, there is an ornately clad pirate-captain-doctor standing confusedly in the middle of the bar taking in her abrupt wardrobe change.

"Oh come on. Really?"

redefinevictory

So, this is Halloween, Kait thinks as she sits at the Bar, people-watching and sipping lemonade. For a festival that is supposed to be (at least, from what she's gathered) about ghosts and witches, the costumes are quite...eclectic. Then again, for a festival about ghosts and witches and things that go bump in the night, Kait's own costume is quite...cute. There are even wings, a silver anklet with bells, and her black hair is now in thick ringlets.

Yes, it's quite pretty. Especially when compared to some of the others. Still, the not'werewolf wouldn't have minded if she had been able to keep one of her knives...

(the way she is jiggling her foot, causing the bells to tinkle in a tune, might soon get rather annoying)

[ooc: open all weekend!]

tiny!tag: kait galweigh

Current Mood: amused

shoeless-ed.livejournal.com

Two dogs are chasing each other around the bar and having a grand old time of it. One is an orange and white Welsh Corgi. The other is a little red Pomeranian that some people might recognize from last Cubefall.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

[OOC: Preparing to host a Halloween party, so slowtimes are inevitable. But all tags are still welcome!]

gorgonfondness

Mia Ausa lucked out this Halloween. Big time. The only thing she got slapped with as far as costumes go is her green skirt and a black maternity shirt with an image on the belly. The image being, well, see icon.

Once she gets a look at herself in the restroom mirror, she giggles in good nature.

"That is the truth, isn't it?" she murmurs. "He is half Earthling."

She also gets this week's pamphlet, which is a nice ego boost. She does feel as gorgeous as it says she likely feels.

Mia takes this to an armchair by the fireplace and indulges in a comparatively healthy treat of Hawaiian pizza.

Best Halloween Ever.

[Can also be's carkeys for Sameth, baby!]

janebecomes

Jane was not thinking of or expecting anything to do with All Hallow's Even when she entered so the change to breeches caught her rather by surprise.

The outfit is odd and tight in the wrong places and she grumbles when she feels,

"Could I at least have kept my hair?"

When there's no answer from Bar, she sits down on a stool and does her best to not keep reaching up for where her hair should be.

wheelsy_sheriff

[oom: In France, Bill has a birthday.]

Aside from the sad lack of football (American football, that is) on the TV, France has been all right. Bill is looking much more relaxed when he comes into Milliways.

His arrival into the bar is unexpected and he stops a few paces after coming in. The door closes behind him and he starts to think of the things he needs to take care of, and people he needs to talk to, while here.

Those thoughts are immediately haulted when he realizes he's had a change of attire.

Looking himself over it's the hardhat on his head and nailgun that's suddenly in his hand, that helps him figure it out.

"A construction worker?"

Cut-off sleeves aren't really his thing, but it beats some of the other "costume's" he's had here. This he can live with.

Shaking his head he tips the hat back some and heads for the counter.

Sitting down happens slowly, with head tilting and suspicious glancing around.

Is that... cheap porno music in the background?

Yes, Bill, yes it is.

[ooc: At work and phone tagging, so replies will be slow, but open all weekend. OOM is timed to Oct. 12th with warnings for explicit adult content. Linky on the end here is PG. Porn. XD]

agnes_nitt

The first thing that alerts Agnes that this is apparently one of those 'special' days in the bar is when she feels a draft across her stomach.

"What, this again?" she asks, looking down at the naughty schoolgirl outfit she's now wearing. Unlike the last time she was in this costume, though, she's not immediately looking for something to throw on over it. Agnes has come a long way in accepting her size, so she just shrugs, adjusts the glasses that have appeared on her face, twirls a pigtail thoughtfully, and heads over to the bar for a drink.

[car keys bait for Barty Lampion, but open to anyone, as always.]

nomorenicegaius.livejournal.com

It could be said that in Milliways, Halloween is redundant. Besides, it's not exactly a holiday that they celebrated on the Twelve Colonies. Between these two facts, Gaius Baltar can probably be forgiven for coming downstairs and not realizing that anything is going on. Particularly considering that Bar isn't speaking to him, and won't change his outfit even out of spite. He is maddeningly sober at the moment, and on the lookout for anyone he might talk into buying drinks.

[car keys bait for Grace Hanadarko, but others welcome.]

[warning for smut in the Saffron thread.]

callahans_genius

It's a dapper, well-dressed Tesla that appears at the top of the steps, having Transited in for an evening's recreation.

It's a grinning, 80's-era Goblin King that comes off the bottom step, however. Nikky pats himself down as he realizes the change, and then laughs -- a fuller, deeper laugh than he's used to, but effective enough. "How delightful!" he exclaims. "And I had been at a loss for a costume this year!"

[car keys bait for Dorian Gray, but open to all, of course.]

hadyougoing

Ava comes down the stairs, and is suddenly-- minus the blonde hair-- dressed like this.

She blinks, glancing down at the cleavage-enhancing faux-velvet wedding cake nightmare, and appears suddenly epiphany-struck.

"Ohhhh. I get it!"

An irritated flick of her halo.

"Irony."

uncloakndagger.livejournal.com

There's a very grumpy looking BLU Sniper at the bar. It took him a while, but Spy figured out the reason he can't take off his disguise is because it's not a disguise.

He's actually a dinkum Aussie.

This explains the ashtray full of spent butts and the glass of wine in front of him.

puckishly.livejournal.com

And, because the mun has so much to do it's not even funny, but also couldn't resist:

Imagine, if you will, this fuzzy dinosaur costume, but colored instead in bright reds and rich golds, and occupied by one very sulky Robin Goodfellow.

"Mistress Bar, must you really?" he demands.

No reply is forthcoming, but in situations like these, Puck always gets the feeling that she is snickering at him.

lostworldhunter.livejournal.com

Roxton, as the door opens, looks a little bit bloody. Inside, he looks a little bit dusty.

The carved tooth in his hand is still bloody, though.

"Halloween already?" His last here wasn't all that long ago. He shrugs, tilts his hat back, and heads for the bar. "Could I have something to clean this off?"

vance_prime

Alyx is back in the Bar, in the same suit of powered armor that she was stuck in yesterday. She's got the helmet on at the moment, not out of any desire for anonymity, but simply because the HUD in this thing is neat.

Feel free to poke the person in the glossy black Spartan armor.

laundry-buddy.livejournal.com

oom: conversations with a dead girl.
(he's not dreaming, this time.)

coreenfennel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Coreen has a conversation with her dead mom]

Coreen hits the bottom step, not with the quiet sound of her sneakers, but a click of a heel. Her jeans and tee shirt have changed into a dress with more ruffles than she thought were possible. Okay, she can work with this. Then she remembers where she's seen the fabric. "Fuck. I'm Donna Summer--" she stops mid thought as she looks over at Squirrel. Rather than the tall, handsome man with a tail, in his place is a two and a half foot tall Rocky. Struggling under Evan's newfound bigger-than-his-father-ness. She shakes her head, and scoops up the baby. She does everything in her power not to laugh, but damn, is it hard.

Two and a half pups for the price of two muns!

ostro_goth

[[ OOM: Conversations With Dead People 2 -- What The King Would Have Wanted]]

hecu_marine

[OOM: "It's my job. If I don't get those bastards, then they're gonna kill a lot of these kids we got dressed up like Marines. That's just the way I see it." - Gy. Sgt. Carlos "White Feather" Hathcock, USMC]

Shephard has the look of someone very, very tired as he picks his way down the stairs today. He scarcely even slows down when the Bar's imposed costume change sweeps over him. Granted, the body language of a Covenant Elite isn't the same as a human's, but it'd be hard to judge even the eight-foot-six alien's movements as anything but exhausted.

He growls something to one of the wait-rats, drops himself into the only chair he can find that looks strong enough to hold him, and looks out at the Window.

student_of_impossibility

[oom: while sick, tavi sees a new face for the first time.]

Some few days later, when Tavi is at least well enough to stand, he finds his way back into Milliways. The exhausted, still-pale and weak boy slowly makes his way to the Bar. "Hi," he says quietly. "C'n I have some soup, maybe, please, ma'am?" He looks a little green, truthfully, from all that moving.

A napkin appears on the table, and he picks it up. A moment later he smiles tiredly. "Yes, ma'am," he says obediently before coughing violently, making his way towards a chair near the fire, with a table next to it.

As he clambers on and curls up, a fluffy, warm blanket appears and tucks itself around him, as some of the books he's been reading lately also appear on the table next to him. He smiles and picks up one of them, though it's clear he doesn't really see the pages.

So there's a pale little boy with book and a hacking cough curled up by the fire. He could use cheering up.

[as always, open till next EP.]

notascreensaver

AndrAIa can always tell when Matrix has had a tough time in the Games, so, when her husband comes through their apartment door with his "Pony Meadows" face on, she immediately guides him to their Milliways door without asking if it was "Pony Meadows" again.

Once inside the bar, AndrAIa feels her clothes shift. Looking down at herself, she turns to fire a wry comment at Matrix, only to see that he too has been changed.

AndrAIa smirks.

"My, what big teeth you have."

the_lioness

[OOM: When the smoke clears and the mirrors crack, this is what is left.]

neapolitan_man

[OOM: After a forty-five year engagement, supervillains Multifacet and Spandexwoman finally get hitched, in exactly as classy a way as you might expect. Small warning for the usual dirty talk.]

Tony gets an even bigger promotion as he steps through the door: from US President to the King. Yes, it's G.I. Elvis, in the flesh and in uniform, guitar slung over his shoulder. He notices the guitar first, and then the fact that the hand holding onto Edie's is no longer strawberry-ice-cream pink--and that's all he has the brain capacity to notice about himself, because Edie has just turned into a vision he had first seen on the warm day in 1960 when he became a man. Oh, Sophia.

He stares at her, part of his brain wondering whether the outfit is complete. Either way, he can't resist, and leans in to steal a kiss.

And somewhere in 1960, a tabloid photographer weeps.

[Two pups, two muns! Open until it scrolls :D]

blowupthefloats

"Oh, come on!"

Munch stops as he steps through the door. His wardrobe hasn't changed (thankfully, or else tending bar tonight would be a real pain in the ass), but he hasn't completely escaped unscathed. Pinned to the lapel of his sport coat is an orange pumpkin pin with flashing lights.

Rolling his eyes he pulls off the coat, only for the pin to disappear and reappear pinned to his shirt. "Oh, for Pete's sake."

Tonight's Specials
Spooky Juice
Neon Ghost
Pumpkin Eater

It's Halloween Happy Hour; roll up, for the bar is open!

OOC: [Happy Hour and car keys bait for The Doctor.

Tag o'tiny: sativa, edie napolitano, ryu watanabe]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Okay, well...

Ellen is used to jumpsuits. She's lived in them all her life. That's not what bothers her about the costume. The color's okay, too, even if golden orange isn't really what she's used to. And she doesn't mind the shoulder pads, either. Moira's reinforcing armor in the Vault 101 jumpsuit sort of felt like that. She's okay with that. She can deal with the suit being a little snug in weird places, too, since it's at least less constrictive than the Hei Gui suit the aliens destroyed.

However, she would really, really, really like to get the dang helmet off, since it doesn't appear to have an eating hatch, and she can't find where the release is.

Stupid Halloween.

(Dogmeat will be under the table trying to paw his helmet off so he can start chewing the monkey costume apart, thanks.)

mendanddefend_archive

It's been a long cycle. Bob spent most of it alternating between trying to get Mairi to eat solid foods and trying to keep her from chewing on things she shouldn't be. He half-walks, half-staggers into Milliways with the intent of getting a drink before going to bed.

He barely notices his clothing changing into a puffy shirt, breeches, and a gold earring, or his hair changing from dreadlocks to a ponytail.

He does, however, notice something going squeak in his back pocket when he sits down. (Huh. He didn't have a back pocket when he came in.) Bob reaches into said pocket and pulls out...

"...a rubber chicken with a pulley in the middle," he murmurs aloud. "What possible use could that have?"

Current Mood: nonplussed

not_lugosi

When Bela walks through the front door, her usual tailored slacks, high-heeled boots, and silk top transform into...

...something that looks like she's some kind of Amazon hunter from a bad fantasy movie. Luckily the bar is warm enough that the leather bikini does not make her uncomfortably cold, but the bow is damned heavy.

Ava mentioned Halloween was coming to Milliways soon. Bela rolls her eyes, hefts the bow, and walks over to the bar. Her lace-up sandals pinch, and the headband's a little tight. She's definitely going to need a drink for this.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Now, some things are just mean to do.

One is to dress a prominent rebel pilot in an Imperial uniform. That isn't happening tonight. ~~That happened a couple years ago, actually~~.

Instead, as the sleepy, somewhat unshaven pilot slumps into the bar, he ends up like so.

Complete with lit lightsaber.

Cue 'waugh' face!

ellectrical

[OOM: I was made to love you.

Warnings for violence, abuse, and discussion of abuse. Any resemblances to canon are not even a little coincidental.]

venusadept_2

Having gotten somewhat used to his replaced clothes, ~~Link~~ Felix is now puzzling over the pile of brightly-colored things a waitrat has, unasked, brought him. There aren't an awful lot of them, but no two are quite alike. Many have words, which mostly don't make sense. Almond Joy... Drooble's... Skittles...

Anyone want to come explain candy to him? Or steal some of his?

ostro_goth

Teja had a deeply unsettling dream last night -- one that was wonderful, in a way, but also left him with pain, doubt, and longing.

Hence, Teja is by the fireplace, brooding over a mug of tea, a lingering memory of apples still on his tongue. He is grateful that this day has not changed him into anything yet, and for the company of the little grey cat curled up over his outstretched leg.-

smallestopener

Ingress thinks Hallowe'en in Milliways is a treat. Especially when she the bar changes her clothes into this.

"Cool!" she says, spinning to make her skirt flare out. "I've never dressed as a fairy before."

ooc: open all weekend

gonna_live

The reason Kaylee doesn't care that she's an April Fools redux may in fact have something to do with the gentleman standing behind her.

Said gentleman is, in fact, in a tuxedo.

And a mask.

averyhasagun.livejournal.com

oom: fists and teeth and knees and elbows

a series of vignettes
warnings for violence & language

young_tmriddle

The funniest thing about Tom's transformation when he steps into the bar is that he doesn't notice he's changed into a circa 1930 gangster. The violin case in his hand is the only new thing he's aware of for a moment, because honestly, his normal clothing is not too far off from his new outfit.

When he glimpses himself in the mirror, though, his eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh, right, it must be Hallowe'en." He grins, makes sure his tie is straight and his hat brim angled just so. "It's been a while."

ooc: open all weekend!

vyvyan

In a world as wacky as Vyvyan's, there are few things that could shock him. He's had a pickaxe through his head, his head knocked off by a tunnel, blown up twice, ressurected in manure once, been pregnant and all sorts.

But today, as he enters, he is in for a huge, terrifying shock. He feels his body change, grabs the nearest spoon and stares at it.

"OH NO! I'M MIDDLE AGED!"

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

kemo_soggy

(OOM:

How am I supposed to remember you
When you won't let me forget?)

Moist is still in the cowboy getup - which, considering it's Halloween proper, doesn't really surprise him.
But even with the weirdness of the night, he's not doing too badly, on the whole. Which isn't to say he'd mind company, to go with his late-night snack.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason comes in from the front door for a change, having dashed home for a quick workout with his trainer. He had been in jeans and a leather jacket. Now he's in some cracked out white jumpsuit with red paint slashed over the the front. He looks like an escapee from a mental institution or a demented fencer.

In other words, he looks like this.

He glances down at himself with a confused frown. "Ok, I get the Halloween stuff, but this doesn't even make any sense! What the hell am I supposed to be?"

As an afterthought, a pretty, rainbow plastic heart bracelet appears on his wrist. He shakes his head and order a beer. "I'm not even going to try to get it."

noteful

Meg is not familiar with the works of Douglas Adams.

Even if she were, as Meg is not mind-bogglingly stupid (unlike a certain Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal), she would know that the fact that she cannot see you does not mean that you cannot see her.

She has her eyes closed at the moment, anyway.

She's rather hoping that when she opens them, this will turn out to be a dream or something, and she'll have her regular clothes back.

fighter--pilot.livejournal.com

No matter how long she's been gone, walking back into Milliways always feels like coming home to Shalla.

The mask and matching cat ears that sit insistently on the Bar instead of her requested drink reminds her that there are some fundamental differences.

"Do I have to?"

The mask disappears.

Then reappears.

With sparkles.

"I really hate you."