milliways_bar | May. 26th, 2010

May. 26th, 2010

OOM: Bruce Wayne and X go into this date as two sensible (for a given value of the word), mature (if you ignore the rubber suit and liking for milk), worldly-wise (private school and laboratory, respectively) people.

Only one of them remains that way.

[OOC: Warnings for sudden reveals of personal history, unprovoked stealthiness on a British man and immature use of a door.]

doc_rusty

Well, there's nothing for it; even Rusty has to admit that he's broke. Those Sphinx! clowns in the manufacturing wing refuse to pay their rent on the grounds that doing so would prove their existence, the family in the Jet Propulsion lab moved out, and Jonas is screening his calls.

The idea hit him late last night -- his last tag sale had done quite well, but now with the OSI watching his every move ever since the whole clone farm thing, he can't exactly get rid of some of this stuff from his front yard.

So, he lugs the lot of it to Milliways, and puts up a sign.

FOR SALE:

Lab Equipment, Experimental Weapons, Schematics, Et Cetera

All items sold AS IS. No exceptions.

Laid out over a large table are a wide array of gizmos, rolled sheets of paper, and assorted bits and pieces of machinery. There's a Top Secret Highly Experimental Molecular Transference Pad (some folks may recognise this piece of machinery, actually), a few ray gun-looking devices, something apparently called an Oo Ray, a box full of what appear to be digital watches, as well as loads of other un-named devices.

There are also a few vinyl records, some children's books, clothes, and toys, and some other household objects, but they're all shoved in boxes under the table.

_{[ooc: Anything other than what's in the boxes under the table is likely broken, unfinished, a prototype, or just plain fake. Trying devices out before purchase is HIGHLY recommended. The Oo Ray and the Molecular Transference Pad are the only devices that actually work.]}

acts_of_gord

Gordon forgot about the third White Forest men's room stall's tendency to dump Adrian Shephard into Milliways when he went to use the men's room this morning. Hence he's a little groggy when he gets the vidwindow with the following message:

Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)

And as the possibilities begin scrolling up his screen, the entire Bar- walls, floor, furniture, everything- breaks out in a profusion of Legos, Capselas, Meccanoblox, and every other construction toy imaginable.

[OOC: It's Cubefall! The toys and other conditions will continue for three days. Please see the linked back room post for details about the holiday and what to expect. Thank you.]

venusadept_2

It takes Felix a moment to remember what the changes to the bar mean, but he gets it soon enough.

When the vidscreen shows up he scrolls through the options - and suddenly stops. "This is allowed?" he half-whispers. Then: "This is my choice. And... thank you."

In a moment Felix is changed. She looks down at his now-quite-baggy clothes and mutters, "Well, this won't work. Bar, could you -" She cuts off, collects what Bar provides, and heads upstairs.

A few minutes later she returns, now in a simple black dress. She gets an oddly-shaped candle from Bar, lights it, and sits at a table, staring into the flame. Occasionally her hair moves a bit, despite there being no obvious source of a breeze.

So. One short blonde apparently watching a tiny tower burn.

[Open until tomorrow, or until I post again, whichever's first.]

[Tiny tag-of-the-day: Cubefall]

leadinghome

Connor and Annabelle arrive at the bottom of the stairs hand in hand, refreshed and relaxed after a wonderful night together. The young man is quite surprised by the changes in the Bar, but his girlfriend and the info screens are good ways to clarify things.

Specially Annabelle."...and after three days, they are gone unless you decide to keep them."

Connor smiles a bit, nodding. "Okay, that actually sounds interesting." They look at each other and chuckle and laugh, engrossed in mental conversation while browsing the options.

...then they find an interesting matched pair, and with matching huge smiles, press the selection buttons at the same time.

A moment later Huandil the elven bard and Almare the elven ranger sit down to have breakfast. While waiting for their food, the handsome male elf is strumming his lute and mentally going over a huge selection of songs, while the beautiful female elf is checking the wonderful craftsmanship of her bow and long daggers.

Cubefall can be great, if done right, see?

Two pups, two mums, tag one get both.

mycursedface

[OoM: Back in February, Sam and Medusa have an important conversation.

Eventually they have an important conversation, anyway.]

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

This is not a day in Milliways that Bumblebee would miss for the world. There's a small (5'0"- 5'2" if you count his ear-tennae) yellow and chrome robot settled in at one of the tables with a big sign up:

A joyous Cubefall to one and all!
Ask Me About The Holiday
And I Will Answer To The Best Of My Abilities

-Bumblebee

That, he thinks, should do it.

realmrsreynolds

[OOM:

"I'll just get mounted...is that the right term?"]

ikissdhimbck

"What in blazes--?"

When Kate enters the main bar today, she nearly turns right around and heads back upstairs. Wide blue eyes blink hard, taking in the new layout of the bar, right from the plastic parts to the construction pieces, the furnace, to the strange toy-like things whirring and whizzing by.

"Miss Bar? What--?"

A vidscreen blinks at her, welcoming her to Milliways' celebration of some 'Cyber-somethium' holiday called Cubefall, explaining the current state of the bar (and its temporary effects).

Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)

"What's that?" asks Kate.

Another brief explanation, and three possibilities pop up on the screen. She blinks at them all, wrinkling her nose at the prospect of being a machine for three days, and laughing bemusedly at the mere sight of some unidentifiable fuzzy creature. But the third option, well. That one is interesting.

She's about ready to say 'no', head outside, and see if the stables are as topsyturvy as the bar is. But she hesitates. She can't say she hasn't thought about it. She can't say she isn't curious. And with recent events, she can't say the possibility wouldn't be useful in some way, maybe even telling.

It takes another long minute of serious deliberation and doubt, but jumping in head first, she commits to option #3. And, ( well. )

[ooc: Doomed to wacky slowtimes, but I couldn't wait until tomorrow! Open forever (or until Friday *g*), if you don't mind a little delay--even if it falls off the main page! :D!]

mendanddefend_archive

Enter a blue sprite with a turquoise toddler on one hip. The former, at least, immediately brightens when he sees the shape of the Bar.

"Hey, it's Cubefall again! Can you say that, Mairi? 'Cubefall'?"

"Koo'faw!"

"...eh, close enough."

"Koo'faw! Koo'faw!"

"Okay, okay," Bob laughs. "C'mon, let's find something for you to play with."

And they head off, making a circuit around the Bar in search of Duplos or some other toddler-appropriate construction toy.

shoeless-ed.livejournal.com

A Welsh Corgi and a red Pomeranian are chasing each other around the bar, wagging their tails and barking happily. Well, the Corgi is barking. The Pomeranian is yipping.

If one were able to catch these dogs, or find some other way of getting them to stay still, one would be able to read the brass nametags on their respective collars, and subsequently deduce that the Corgi is named Ein while the Pomeranian is named Ed.

One of these dogs is, well, only a dog for the duration of Cubefall. If you are acquainted with these two individuals, you probably know which.

kemo_soggy

it didn't occur to Moist until he came into the bar that he's been dry for a year now. He knew it'd been a while, but... well.
Nothing like your new favorite holiday to remind you.
None of this year's options sounded very appealing - for one thing, none of them were the middle ground between this and perpetual sogginess that he's pretty sure now he won't ever see - so he's at a table, having lunch and fiddling with some of the Legos.

claudiometer

Claudia has... well, they're not quite schematics yet, but they will be soon enough - on the brain, so she doesn't actually register what's going on in the bar until she turns away from her customary door check.
"...Sweet!"
If the way her eyes light up is any indication, this is as good as Christmas.

autocommander.livejournal.com

Optimus, having been alerted by Bumblebee, has entered the Bar. He's a bit more scuffed, but there's a general air of ...well, more relaxed than he's been.

He gets a glass of whiskey from the Bar, then settles down at a table near where Bumblebee had set up, with a sign:

Cubefall has come!
Cubefall is a holiday from the Transformer homeworld of Cybertron! If you have questions, please feel free to ask Bumblebee or myself about it.
(Bumblebee is the yellow one.)

That done, he settles back and watches cheerfully, spending some time making a lego version of himself just to see what happens.

a1enzo

The Door opens on four sprites, one of them decidedly tiny and another canine in nature.

"Here you are, Ana," the green one tells the tiny one. "Welcome to... Cubefall! Oh, man! Alphanumeric!"

The befinned one looks around the bar with a smile, adjusting her hold on her daughter as the group make their way inside. "Talk about first impressions, eh, Sprout?"

The canine one makes a snorting noise and paces a vigilant perimeter around woman and child. (He may also have an eye out for construction toys operable by jaw.)

[Two muns, two pups, two subpups! We're flexible!]

xamotomax

Milliways has just gone up one pair of twins.

Making their way through the bar they find themselves threading past all manner of construction toys and changes to the furniture. Everything is taken in stride as they make sure theirs does not break anything delicate or fragile.

That doesn't mean they understand the meaning of this, but they get it when they reach the bar.

There they are given a vidwindow explaining what all this is and why.

And configuration options.

"No," says Xamot, eying the first and echoing his brother's sentiments.

"Certainly not that one," adds Tomax.

And together, they say "Pass" to a third.

More options are presented, until:

( "Yes. Most certainly that one." And the "yes" option is selected. )

Oh, I think they are going to like this holiday...

Current Mood: devious

basic_powers

Maybe no one noticed whoever came into the Bar, but he rather wanted it this way. Just that a form selection menu appeared before an undefinable person before a large asiatic golden cat is sitting where the man once sat and looking very pleased with itself. Selection complete, the big cat pads over to the furnace to stretch out belly up by the heat, regardless of whoever might already be there.

A few moments later a young boy looking roughly 8-9 years old plods downstairs for his 'breakfast' and pauses. Then races back upstairs only to come back down again, arms full of several objects. A jar of some burbling brown goop, a badly dented silver helmet, a grey-blue cape, and what looks like a deathray gun.. Each gets pushed into the chute for the furnace one by one until he looks satisfied with himself. Then, walking around the big cat in front of the furnace carefully, Tyler Marlocke settles himself down to have a soda and fiddle with the legos for a while. See if he can't make some kind of toy car.

{One pup two ages! Specify if you want to interact with the big cat or the little kid in your subject line!

Tiny awesomecrack tag: CUBEFALL}

diehard_daniel

Daniel Jackson sat at the bar with a few vidwindows up, he had a few choices. Out of those choices the wolf looked the best. So, there is a Daniel looking very wolfish stretched out in front of the fire napping. He is a Mexican grey wolf to be exact, otherwise known as a Lobo. He is also wearing a red tee shirt that says Lobos on it in grey and black. <strike>yay for school pride</strike>

Rem got her choices today, and today she is human, but not the form that her pendant gave her, she was human. She had real hair, and regular eyes, and her teeth weren't sharp, and she was hungry. She was sitting at a table wearing a tee shirt and pants eating a regular meal with some tea.

Courge chose a silly looking lion today. He was flopped on the couch. Feel free to think he's just any stuffed animal.

(OOC choose one or all if you like.)

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

To say that Han was not expecting to find himself in the bar today would be an understatement.

To say that Han was not expecting to find the bar in such a state of...construction...would also be an understatement.

And to say that Han was not expecting several options for a reconfiguration when he came to the counter to beg the lady for a drink would also, yes, be an understatement.

But now there's a bird of prey hopping awkwardly in circles on the bartop, attempting to figure out just how these wings work. Give him a minute or two. He's a pilot, see. These things just come naturally.

gorgonfondness

As soon as Mia enters the bar with Cepheus in her arms, her expression lights up even brighter than normal.

"Oh, it's Cubefall again! How lovely!"

When she gets the vidscreen, however, she reluctantly says, "I'm sorry, but I won't be sampling any new configurations this year, as I have a baby to care for. But we will be glad to play with some child safe building blocks."

Mia then gets pointed to the three-and-under blocks and construction sets. She takes Cepheus and sets out a blanket for him to lay on with some of his stuffies while she begins constructing a castle with some squishy interlocking blocks. He's able to lift his head up some, enough to watch what his mother is doing.

Come help make the moat?

nullofscience

Ah yes, time once again for everybody's favorite shape-changing holiday, and the good null-doctor himself is in to enjoy a little freedom in form. A selector window pops up in front of Welman now.

Hmmm, no sprite this time... Wait a nano. Scientist? Perfect!

He hits the button and POOF! He stands tall(ish) on his own two feet. Cautiously, he examines himself.

"Let's see now... Hands, check. Legs, good. Height, width, depth - all looking normal. Even have a labcoat. Glasses? Wearing them. Hold on... Bar? A mirror, if you please."

His mustache was there, but something wasn't right... Holding up the offered mirror, Welman gasps! Caucasian skin? Black goatee? Great Norton's ghost...he's a User!

"Oh, blast..."

He's Madblood!

isaysimplewords

Cubefall! Cal had been hoping to see it cycle around again. It has two very important elements that all other Milliways holidays lack:

a) Legos in abundance, and a hundred other kinds of construction toys.

b) Voluntary transformations. Cal hates being forced to change, even just his clothes.

Last year, he didn't even bother to look at the options before pressing NO, just because he took so much pleasure in being able to do so. This year, though, he does look them over. A dog, some kind of red robot with what looks like a UFO for a head, a woman . . . he still chooses NO, but he does look.

Then he settles in with some raktajino and commences building.

Why doesn't he ever think to get some Legos for his apartment?

fowl_beast

When Evil Chicken and Lateri come in from outsi...

"What is going on?"

The furniture is made of tiny colorful bricks. Some of the patrons are taking apart the furniture and constructing, oh, who knows what.

After they find a table, the traditional Cubefall window pops up before the chicken, but not for the (not!)human.

"Ah.... nice that I have a choice this time," the chicken commented before going through the choices. But, as he went through the choices, it became clear that none of the choices were useful. "Lamb, pig, cow, goose, a... chicken... a mechanical chicken... This place hates me." Then, his last option. "Muspah. What."

To him and many others from his realm, the Muspah were a myth. Stories to give people hope, or perhaps to scare them out of their wits. Mindless messes of fangs, spikes, and claws, they were supposedly the only thing that the terrible Mahjarrat feared. The tremendous magic powers of the Mahjarrat were useless against the beast, for it fed on magical energies.
As for physical attacks, the beast could protect itself very well with its four claws and its tail, and piercing its thick, yellow hide was nearly impossible, even for the sharpest of weapons of the strongest metal. It had no legs, so at least one could run away from it.

Useless, unless he wanted to scare people away. But it gives Evil Chicken an idea. "How long does it take to acquire an image if the target is not actually present? From a picture or model."

"45 minutes to 4 hours."

"Hmmm. That will be a while. Copy that muspah. It may come in handy some day." Evil Chicken catches the attention of a passing waitrat and orders dinner.

Have one not!human and her chicken. The woman may not pay attention to you, but the chicken will.

morethanprops

Moist isn't quite sure what exactly happened outside, he knows that two wolves seemed to like him. While it was reassuring that they didn't decided to bite his hands and they're probably normally another shape, they're still wolves and his grandfather taught him when he was about five that there are dogs and wolves. Dogs will listen to men, but wolves listen to no one.

This holiday is quite strange and he looks at his choices again when he goes behind the Bar to tend; a werewolf, a golem, a mechanical creature and a mongoose, he says no thank you once more. So when he picks the specials for happy hour, his thoughts are full of wagging tails and sharp teeth.

Specials
Timberwolf
Fluffy Dog
Milk Tooth
Full Moon
Does your world have shapeshifters or werewolves, what are they like? Tell me your favorite dog story or if you're in canine form, free treats.

Once they're up, he picks up one of the toys and plays with it as he sips his whiskey, then goes back and adds something to the specials' board.

Tiny tag with an Uberwaldian childhood: Moist von Lipwig
OOC: Happy Cubefall! Threadhop, tag in with all shapes of pups and have fun!

hadyougoing

Ever since that Bumblebee robot told her earlier today that it's auspicious to deconstruct, reconstruct, and otherwise mess with stuff during Cubefall, Ava has looked around at the giant construction-toy furniture with but a single thought:

Lego fort.

By the time you see Ava Wilson, it is probably mid-evening. She has just added the finishing touches to what used to be a small couch, a table and a couple of chairs, but is now a multicolored rectangular structure at about rib height (on her, anyway). Inside, she has outfitted it with the comforter off her bed, a pillow, and a plate of brownies, and is cheerfully ~~defending from attackers~~ writing things on a series of index cards while munching.

She will probably ask questions before shooting.

[ooc: brainmelt. slowtimes please!]

g00d_d0ggie

D0G lumbers into the Bar, and lets out an ecstatic squeal when he sees the decorations. He doesn't even bother looking at the other options offered by the vidwindow. He knows what he wants.

The canine population in Milliways has just gone up by one massive black dog with a Hazmat orange collar.

student_of_impossibility

[oom: Tavi’s initiative and extra work begins to pay off. In a manner of speaking which involves extra bruises.

OOM millitimed to between this Happy Hour bartending and sparring with Noriko. (Not all threads complete.)]

Tavi blinks at the Bar, a little confused, when he first walks in. It’s his first Cubefall at this age, and he’s… surprised, to say the least.

But after a moment he grins, a little amused, and decides to go along with the spirit of the thing. Besides, this means he can have a little fun with his new project. A quick conversation with the Bar later, he is trotting over to near the fireplace with a bag hanging from his shoulder and maps rolled under his shoulder. Setting them down temporarily, he starts pushing a few chairs and tables out of the way.

After a few minutes, there are two maps laid out on the floor, chairs and tables shoved out of the way to clear a large space for them. There’s a map of Earth in the early twentieth century, with one of Alera tucked underneath it for the moment. Tavi has a pen, some papers, and a couple books. He’s reading one of them, chewing absently on his lip. He makes notes every so often.

He’s also got a few Risk pieces and Lego minifigs scattered on the board.

He’s having fun with his tactics practicing.

[open to all and pretty much forever; car keys for Max]

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Yes, folks, Captain Atom is back. The silver-skinned quantum powerhouse is in Milliways. Maybe you can see him soaring over the lake. Maybe you can find him inside, relaxing by hovering a couple of feet over a table. Hovering...and meditating?

While it is true that Captain Atom does meditate on occasion, the air of peace around this man is a lot stronger than that you would see with the soldier turned hero. It's more like what could be expected of, say, The Question.

And of course, if you were here for Cubefall last year, you may recall that Charlie did indeed choose to see how the super-types live. And had a ball. And made a new friend. So when the choice to be Captain Atom again arose, he took it.

Look for him outside, or in. And say hi.

[ooc: Open for all of Cubefall, with slowtimes.]

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate smiled as she recognized the layout. Cubefall again. How wonderful. She briefly considered the blue jay before choosing another option this time. She really wanted to go soaring again. And the menu options were odd but she adjusted ok to them. Just different when you're a raptor she figured.

She touched the panel, and moments later there was a happy screeching hawk flapping her wings up to the rafters. She would be in the bar for a bit before heading out back to really stretch her wings and fly.

[Open for all of Cubefall]

rookiebuster.livejournal.com

Door opens and in comes a man in a Ghostbusting-type uniform, whistling and holding a pizza fresh from the shop. He'd expected to walk into the dining room, but instead...Bar. The Rookie's whistling stopped.

"I'm back here again? What's going on?"

A little window pops up in front of him with the 50-cent explanation and a list of temporary forms. He blinks. A ghost? Really? Wow, he'd always wondered...and it could be an educational experience. Alright... He presses the button and...

"Well, what're you wa- Oomph!"

Suddenly, he felt his entire body shifting! Wait, shouldn't he just go poof? Not in this case. His body grew out and his hands clawed as he began to sprout...feathers! Soon, a beak formed and the rest of the body stabilized... Oh, he was a ghost alright. Worry not on that. But what kind?

"Brakka-Brak-AROOOOOO!!"

A Werechicken!

seat_five_girl

Ako arrives in the bar to skid to a stop at the sight of all the building toys and the pop up vidscreen with explanation. After some frantic scrolling up and down and a trip back to the dorms you can find her new pointy eared self in front of the furnace with the supply of glass bottles from the last soda night at Mahora feeding them into the flames.

This holiday is so much better with thumbs.

iambetadraconis

Ah, Cubefall. The holiday of voluntary body changes.

Greetings and welcome to Cubefall, the holiday of our robot friends from Cybertron, the vidwindow reads to Rabastan, followed by an outline of what Cubefall is, even if the reader has past experience with it. You never know who's new around here, and vidwindows never do.

Once that's out of the way, the wizard is given a selection of configurations, with the Y/N? at the bottom of the list.

"I like being human but I don't want to be a fashion model and I can be an animal when I wish, so I do not wish to be one. Particuluarly a pufferfish."

How is that supposed to work?!

The only option left is a robot, and one with what can be best described as a wolf alt mode.

"Every year! You do this to me every year! What is it with you and robot wolves? You'd almost have me believe that being a wolf is the most suitable thing to be!"

The text on the vidwindow just blinks, oblivious to the tirade as it waits for the answer.

Y/N?

"If it's a toss-up between a bloody robot wolf and a pufferfish..."

Once again, according to the tradition-in-progress, Rabastan is a wolf-bot for Cubefall.

He's unamused by it, not the least of which is due to the fact that in robot mode his right arm ends in a wolf's head.

Current Mood: annoyed

saphiras-rider.livejournal.com

Eragon slumps into the Bar from the woods. He's been out there searching for Answers. But there has been none forthcoming. He's found lots of interesting things -the demon bunnies were a bit too interesting - as well as just normal woods things.

Now filthy and tired of being in the woods without anyone to speak to, he tries to find a quiet place to sit where he hopefully won't be bothered. He'd like to brood.

Clearly this shouldn't happen.

tiny tag Eragon. Open until it scrolls

hear_the_voices

Anna thinks the bar is an incredibly cool place all the time, which means that its suddenly being full of legos and tinker toys and stuff like that just makes it even more incredibly cool than usual.

And she reads the screen Bar offers her all the way through three times, and then things are even more even more incredibly cool, or something.

Anna considers her options very seriously, because it seems like the sort of decision you should make carefully.

And then she picks.

And gets much shorter.

And when she opens her mouth to say Cool, what comes out is

"Squeak!"

. . . maybe she should have thought a little more carefully.

[OOC: Anna doesn't look exactly like a Milliways waitrat -- she has a bright red ponytail for one, and is completely free of bullet holes for another. But she does look like a waitress, and like a rat. So, please feel free to run with that, if you and your pup are so inclined. :)]

thursdays_angel

From Castiel's perspective, last year's Cubefall was but a watch in the night ago. Still quite fresh in his mind.

He had enjoyed it a great deal.

So when the same offer was made again, Castiel didn't even pause to ponder whether or not he would participate.

As a result, a large, fawn-colored rabbit is sitting on a bar stool, ears at alert, nose quivering, as he ponders where to begin putting in the next three days.

numbered_doctor

The appearance of Milliways [and ultimately, Cubefall], rather than her kitchen, brings a find smile to the doctor's face. Making her way to the Bar, she orders a beer and begins idly playing with the Legos she finds here.

After a few minutes, Bar decides to give her her choices for the year; there's something robotic and form-fitting, a breed of cat she doesn't quite recognize, her male self, and finally, her teenage self.

She mulls over the choices, and eventually chooses number four, placing her beer on her counter before selecting it on the floating screen.

A moment later, she's shorter, slimmer [she had forgotten how much of a runt she was 'till a year into college], and her beer is replaced by a bottle of Jones soda.

"Hey, give me my beer back!"

A napkin appears on the bar counter.

You're not over 21 anymore.

Thirteen'll just be over here, by the Bar, scowling, while Bar laughs at her.

ostro_goth

It is Cubefall! When Teja comes down this morning, the bar is changed the way it was last year, and the year before

He goes to the bar to order breakfast, and is presented with a screen, like the one last year, and offered options, just like last year. This year, Teja is free to change as long as the shape allows him to do his duty, so he touches the 'Y' for 'Yes'; and he is given pictures to choose from.

( Your Choices! )

Not a little black cat, not a golden eagle, maybe. But one of the others?

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Ellen is not sure what she was expecting when she came down to the Bar this afternoon. This... wasn't it.

Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)

"... okay?"

( And Bar obliges. )

"... Oh my."

scots_wolf

Finally, the holiday that everybody has been talking about. There is no hesitation.

Urquhart knows what he wants. Yes, when he gets his vidscreen, what he wants is there. There is no choice.

Urquhart stabs his finger eagerly at the picture.

A minute later, a huge, shaggy black wolf is bounding outside.

piesordeath.livejournal.com

When Ned enters the bar this evening (dressed in grey and black; the usual), intent on simply getting a small cup of coffee and maybe a cookie, he doesn't expect the vidscreen that pops up in front of him.

(Well, he doesn't expect to find the place looking like a five year old's birthday party at the Papen County's equivalent of Chuck-E Cheeses either, but that's neither here nor there.)

"Cubefall," he says suddenly, sounding delighted. "It's Cubefall, isn't it?"

The screen offers the following choices:
1) A pretty cool robot form
2) A dark black Labrador dog
3) A Jedi - with a strong connection to the Force and everything (like the lightsaber? Yeah. TOTALLY AWESOME.)

... (embarrassingly) filled with glee, but still remaining generally stoic in expression, Ned picks the third option.

He feels pretty comfortable in his brown and tan attire, complete with cloak and belt (with a clip for his lightsaber) - even if it is a little itchy.

Mostly, though - he feels like this is the coolest thing he's ever experienced ever.

[ooc: I'm off to bed now, but this post is open until the end of Cubefall! Feel free to tag!]