milliways_bar | Apr. 2nd, 2010

Apr. 2nd, 2010

noscaredkid.livejournal.com

This being Jack's first April Fools in Milliways (and ever, since she's never even heard of the holiday before), she was quite...unsettled to learn that sometimes, life in the Bar can get a little wackier than usual. For instance, on a normal day in Milliways you might overhear a funny line out of context, or see a giant sea monster in the lake. On more unique days like April Fools, you might get turned into a FUCKING DOG.

"I am so not [BLEEP!]ing amused," says the cheery voice emanating from ~~Dug's~~ Jack's collar. "I am going to find who's responsible for this and [BLEEP!] them in their [BLEEP!]ing [BLEEP!] [BLEEP!] until they haven't got a [BLEEP!] to [BLEEP!] out of anymore."

Also, it turns out that Dug's collar is self-censoring. Dug never ran into this problem before, one assumes, where as it's making Jack want to chew the stupid thing to pieces, something she has tried (and failed) to do for the past half hour. She's taking a break at the moment, lying atop a table and looking very displeased with the entire bar.

no_justice

There is a perfectly normal human male sitting at the bar. He has a White Russian in front of him gut he hasn't touched it yet.

His hand, you see, is fascinating. He keeps prodding it.

chameno_koritsi

[Pre-Milliways: Once there was a little girl named Thalia, who was the daughter of Zeus. She wasn't very happy at home so she ran away. Along the way she met some friends who became her family. But Fate caught up to her and made her take a stand.]

There's a...presence in Milliways today. It stops first at one of the couches by the fire and then suddenly there is a twelve year old girl with spiky black hair and freckles sleeping on the couch. She's wearing torn black jeans, a black T-shirt and a leather jacket with several buttons that say things like "Green Day" and "The Clash".

Next the presence speeds to Bar and briefly a bag of golden drachma appears before being absorbed in that special way she has of accepting things. The presence then leaves the bar as the girl on the couch wakes up.

"What the hell?" she says looking around at her surroundings with electric blue eyes.

[OOC: Please see this backroom post to solve a mystery or two. I am going to be in and out all weekend so I'm calling slows right away but I wanted to get this up as it's been brewing all last month.]
[[OOC: Also, many thanks to

ceitfianna and

dynastessa for their help with those pre-entry OOMs.]]

evilontheloose

[[ The Evil Genius has been very busy. ]]

ofthosegoodold

Applegate is entirely prepared to object to being tapped for bartending service again - honestly, if he'd wanted to serve, he'd've played nice all those millennia ago - but when the Bar points out what day it is on any number of worlds, he can't help but reconsider. There are, as far as the Christian calendar goes, very few better days for providing alcohol.

From his perspective, at least.

Drink Specials

The Hundred Years' War
The Battle of the Seven Souls
Dead in a Ditch

Your first drink is on the bartender.

And no, there's no catch, though he's sure convincing some people of that will prove to be entertaining.

tinytag: aphrodite

[OOC: ~~Open till around ten-thirty PM EST.~~ And closed! Thanks so much to everyone who tagged in!]

oneman_onevote

Havelock Vetinari makes a habit of lurking in shadowy corners of the rafters.

It's a convenient one, at the moment. For one thing, carrying on a known habit is generally unremarkable. For another thing, it allows for excellent surveillance of the bar.

And for a third -- well.

It's discreet. And Trowa is finding that he doesn't really mind having some extra say in who he talks to, just now.

[Open until it scrolls, at the very least!]

wheelsy_sheriff

Coming down the stairs is a lady on a mission.

Moving awkwardly, searching earnestly, the blond in a hoodie and sweatpants is clearly after something.

That blonde? Is Bill.

You can't really tell unless you talk to ~~her~~ him, and the way he's searching, under chairs, on top of tables, behind booths, he'll probably happen upon you soon enough.

And then he's probably gonna try and lie, but Bill really is an awful liar. Being Kate Warner probably isn't going to fix that.

3nanashi

There is a boy sitting quietly at a booth, and watching everybody else with a calm, interested gaze.

This is not unusual.

You may, however, be able to detect the slightest difference in intonation from usual.

There is an excellent reason for this.

blue_ajah

It has been a very long time since her last visit. Long enough, she finds, for winter to have passed into 'new spring,' as Lan had first named it to her in the Borderlands, many years ago.

She spares an instant to wonder if spring itself is different there now, after everything; she does not know, of course, nor can she herself return to find out.

Such is the way of things, for an exile.

('When the price is high, that is how you know it is worth paying.' She accepted the truth of that saying long ago, and has accepted the price as well. Still, she cannot help but wonder, occasionally.)

Moiraine hesitates for only a moment before gliding through the bar and out the back door, then across the grass to the lake. A short while later, she has passed from chill spring into warmth, and is walking along the edge of the Caribbean ocean.

From time to time, a wave splashes over her feet, dampening the hem of her dress.

She does not appear to mind.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

It's weird for Ingress to see herself across the room. It's also weird to be sitting up straight and stiff, but the corset makes this happen rather easily (if not comfortably). It's extremely weird not to smile as much as she's used to.

She and Mary fooled Tom easily last night, and they've compared notes during their sleepover in the House of Arch. Ingress is ready to be a teenager. She just has to remember not to smile and laugh so much. Funnily enough, the corset helps with that, too.

~~Ingress~~ Mary is reading a book. Or pretending to read a book. Truly, she's too excited about fooling people to pay much attention.

srspirate

Porthos is not pleased tonight.

Three guesses why, and the first two don't count.

(He is, however, wearing his favorite sash around his ridiculously long neck, as he had no intentions of parting with it, and is currently investigating his surprising new sense of taste; red and blue M&Ms are completely different flavors, who knew?)

[ooc: Open foreverrrr. I dare you to mock him. DARE YOU.]

basic_powers

[OOM: Ray Stantz and Tyler Marlocke have somethings in common. They both really needed a vacation, some normal time away from the crazy.

One of the other things they have in common is that they both have so much weirdness happen to them, that they live in the center of weird, and rarely even approach normal.

It's one of those days.]

themysciran_diana

Diana is laughing as she comes through the door to Milliways, half-turning to wave at someone behind her.

"No, really, I'll see you later. Just try to get rid of me then."

The smile stays on her face even as she shuts the door behind her, shaking her head slightly in self-deprecating amusement.

"Bruce is never going to let me live this down."

She knows better than to think taking a year off means Batman won't pay attention to the wider world.

Diana herself is pretty terrible at that, too. What she's good at, however, is grabbing a pastry and some coffee from Bar, then ensconcing herself at a corner table to take her time with the food.

The end of the universe has its uses, after all.

Including cheap but good junk food.

guppy_sandhu

It's been unexpectedly healthy being on call. Ensuring enough sleep, staying off the alcohol. Reminding himself that sooner or later he's going to have to perform a caesarian on a male former turtle to deliver a wood-based life form whilst watched by a small army of pirates and ninjas, something for which he needs to be awake and sober. And still no idea when it will happen.

On call also comes with the privilage of waking up in his own body. Hard to perform medical things when you've been turned into a weasel or something.

He's trying a fancy coffee; he's unsure what exactly is in it, only that there is a vast amount of froth on it, which has given him a fluffy white moustache.

scots_wolf

There is a slightly weasely young man with badly bleached hair and a little goatee sitting in a corner, eating fruit salad.

He is small and harmless. The very epitome of small and harmless.

Everything about him is small and harmless.

But for the moment, Urquhart doesn't mind. He is just incredibly glad to be free.

For the time being.

ellectrical

Having spent most of the day outside... practicing with the demon rabbits, Elle's come back in, though without any pause from her work. She's spread her map of London (already taped up with pictures) over two tables, and pulled herself up to sit cross-legged on one, where she alternates between reaching for a small pile of remaining photos, and tracing various streets in black marker to connect paths that spread throughout the outer boroughs of the city.

Neither the photos already taped to the map nor the ones she's shuffling through now seem to show anything more than empty spaces of sidewalk or otherwise mundane settings – well, except for the one with the pirate and the ninja, but she doesn't seem to be paying much attention to that one. It might be why she doesn't bother to hide what she's doing - Elle barely even glance up too often to see if anyone's looking over her shoulder.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

[TinyTag: Thalia]

beginswithm.livejournal.com

(OOM: Ace and River had a bet. There were fried paradoxes on the line (as well as a few geckos). So who better to settle the matter than an eye-witness?)

The front door opens, pale bandaged (and thimbled) fingers curling around the door edge as the one who opened it cautiously peers into the room.

This is... not entirely what he expected. But considering he wasn't entirely sure what to expect, it would be almost impossible for it to be what he did expect.

(Do you believe in six impossible things before breakfast?)

Since nothing appears to be immediately threatening, the rather colorful figure slides further into the bar, curious despite himself.

Because of himself?

He's curious. Most people know that.

(tinytag: Tarrant Hightopp (the Mad Hatter))

(OOC: Just so as y'know, things might be slow, but I'll be tagging back... um. Until forever. And there'll probably be spoilers in the threads. And if you haven't seen the movie yet... GO!)

smallestopener

If she looks too scowly, Mary Lennox is reasonably sure, she will tip off everyone that something is up.

. . . being as consistently cheerful as Ingress is all the time is probably beyond her, but she's at least making something of an effort to keep her expression at neutral as she scans the room.

(She's looking for people who might reveal interesting things to her-as-Ingress. What? Mary didn't want this to happen, but she might as well make the most of it now that it has.)