Last Day of Cubefall

[chime_ra_tilt]

Zelgadiss couldn't remember the last time he's felt so unburdened. He's spent the entire day outside, sometimes running along the shore of the lake, sometimes just lying out in the sun, reading a book (something enjoyable, something other than another sorcerer's research).

He's spent most of the later afternoon in the lake, though (He was glad to find that the giant squids weren't aggressive; he had left his sword on the shore with most of his clothes, and didn't yet know how strong his magic would be). The water isn't too chilly after a full day of sun, not that the chill would have stopped him. Zel can't remember the last time he's been able to go swimming.

Usually, he just sinks like the proverbial stone. In this human body, he revels at being able to dive and easily return to the surface, at the body's natural buoyancy.

There's a former-chimera, turned human by the grace of Cubefall, cavorting in the lake like a boy.

(ooc: Post is open until Zel's next one, but the mun must crash. Any and all tags will be picked up tomorrow at the first opportunity. <333)

Outside, last night of Cubefall

[scots_wolf]

It is dark already, and even though it's not the full moon, there are wolves outside.

Real wolves, and maybe temporary wolves.

There are howls on the night air, and glowing eyes reflecting the starlight.

A big black wolf is running near the water's edge, chasing something.

Strong and free and happy, caught up in the hunt.



[[OOC: Open to all the wolves and other creatures of Cubefall, and anybody who wants to meet them. One last night of frolicking before everyone is changed back. Threadhopping very much encouraged!]]

Cubefall | Lakeside

[findthegeck]

In the end the decision came down to the ancient ritual of Eeny Meeny, and by the bowl-cut of Moe Sativa is reconfigured into something tall, gangly and somewhat fearsome.

As it turns out the helmet, tank, braces and other metal protuberances do not provide much of an encumbrance. Or at all, really. The resemblance to deep-sea diving gear has been mentioned to her, so she goes out the lake to see how that holds up.

Well, she takes to the water like a... a thing that takes to water very quickly. The oxygen supply is more than sufficient and she lose track of the time propelling her agile body downwards, exploring the depths of the lake, until she reaches a point where the water goes deeper than it should, to the point where the light from her helmet fails to illuminate the murky darkness. She figures now would be a good time to go back up when she meets one of the things that lurk in such depths.

And this is when the other advantages to this form are discovered.

A steel dome breaks the surface minutes later, followed by the rest of her leaping out of the water entirely to land on the grass a good distance from the bank, releasing from her grasp a fish-like thing as large as she is, with scales more resembling armor-plating and a lower jaw that could shear through boat hulls.

It's been stabbed, slashed, pummeled and even burned. It still manages to flop around a little.

So far, so good.

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[yosafbridge]

A very ruffled, very rumpled Saffron lounges on a couch, cradling a half-full G&T and occasionally cursing her body.

She's sore all over, for one. Sore and tired and oddly, strangely full (though she has a feeling she knows exactly what caused all of her side effects in the aftermath of her change back).

She takes a moment, looks at the contents still resting in her drink, and then proceeds to down the rest in one go.

"Gāoyáng zhōng de gūyáng, what I wouldn't give for a massage right about now," she mutters to herself.


[ tiny tag: moist von lipwig ]

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

Justin comes in yawning and rubbing his hair, mussing it untidily. He's not long out of bed but he remembers why he signed up for an early shift today. He's got a big night planned. Seeing as it's morning though, and Saturday at that, he makes sure the Specials board reflects it.

SPECIALS

Coffee - all varieties
Tea - all varieties
Hot Chocolate

These hot drinks come with one free cake or danish.

There's a selection of cupcakes, muffins, danish or doughnuts arranged nicely on plates.

'Bar's open!'


[OOC: May be sporadic as offspring demands, but post open until about 8pm GMT.]

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[electro_kinetic]

[OOM: This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, fifteen percent concentrated power of will...]

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[morethanprops]

When a door to Milliways appears as Moist is heading outside to start his day, he debates going through it. After a moment's thought, he walks through and grabs a coffee, his three piece suit isn't fully put together just yet.

His waistcoat isn't buttoned, but he lets that go as he drinks his coffee and considers the Bar. Cubefall was a rather unusual holiday and it was strange to be around so many wolves who acted like dogs.

Tiny tag with an assumed name: Moist von Lipwig

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[isaysimplewords]

At some point in what is, subjectively, more or less, the morning, a woman slinks downstairs. She's wearing men's clothes that are too big for her, and has to hold her pants up as she makes her way to the Bar and calls up her Cubefall vidscreen.

A few seconds later, a relieved Cal Chandler is standing in her place, adjusting his clothing and looking around furtively.

. . . no one saw that, right?



[OOC: Disappearing for an hour at some point soon to watch Doctor Who, but otherwise am around for the evening. I'm back and it's open till it scrolls!]

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[zeevofbristol.livejournal.com]

George took a good long lie in after Cubefall. He debated on remaining a wolf. It was tempting, so very tempting. There would be no conflict, no pain.

But he'd be completely giving up on what's left of his humanity all together. Wouldn't be a monster, but there would be nothing but the wolf. Not even himself.

With a sign, he allowed himself to remain as he was. George, hospital porter, Bound, cursed to be a werewolf.

He asked for a pint from the bar, and sat down on a handy barstool to stare at his drink thoughtfully. Occasionally he'd watch some of the other people in the bar.

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[hack-slash-bots.livejournal.com]

You see something new and odd everyday here in Milliways, and this evening the place does not disappoint. Sure you've got your aliens, your werewolves, one nasty vampire transformed into a raven out back, and ofcourse The Barmen.

Those shout weird.

This kind of weird is a little softer tonight, tucked into a soft cushioned corner. There, two robots, one red and the other blue, are reading from a big book to a little turquoise baby.

"And on da third hour Sox threw a ..a.... yoyo over da horse's head and tamed it. And wit it he found beautiful gold armor.."

With AndrAIa taking care of her little Ana, Hack and Slash are spending more of their microseconds watching over and taking care of Mairi.

Post-Cubefall exhaustion

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is curled up on a big easy chair not far from the fireplace.

Being a wolf for three days and three nights has taken everything out of him. He couldn't kill anything right now, not even a fly.

Still, he misses the simplicity of it.

Being himself again seems unfamiliar. He is thinking more, and feeling so much less...

Multi-Character post.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

 The door opens into the captain's cabin of the Black Pearl and Barbossa, a wry little smirk on his face, strides in with the nonchalance of someone who's not a stranger to passing between worlds.

He looks around and nods once, satisfied, then heads towards the bar. As much as he loves the Pearl, sometimes a man needs a quiet place to think and plot, and having missed Cubefall by a few hours that's exactly what he gets. Thus he can be seen in a booth, taking measurements from a set of ancient navigational charts and comparing them to a small leather-bound book that rests close to him on the table.

That is, until some other patron decides to drop by and bother him.

---

Boromir son of Denethor has hardly been aware of Cubefall arriving and passing. Yes, the tables and chairs seem to have undergone some sort of... Structural rearranging, and some patrons are even stranger than the usual. All of that he would probably notice if his attention wasn't caught by something else.

Sitting near the fireplace, the book held in his hands and quite close to his face, Boromir's reading is dangerously approaching the end of "The Fellowship of the Ring". He could use some distraction before he gets a stroke from all the accumulated stress.

---

Tarik walks in from the lakeside, rifle slung from his shoulder and sword sheathed at his side. His ballistic jacket is zipped up and his red tagelmust wrapped around his head.

He stops by the Bar and leans down to mutter a few questions, the answers appearing on the usual napkin form. After that he smiles and bows his head politely, then he types the instructions for a money transfer from his own accounts to the Joe Manco fund on the keyboard of his wrist-mounted comlog. "Thank you, I hope that is enough."

Zakat thus satisfied, he heads for the door, stopping to take a look around at Milliways and shake his head one last time before crossing back into his own world.

Time to go back to Paradiso. Back to war.

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[raptorcanaria]

[OOM: The day after the day after]

It wouldn't be the first time Dinah has come to Milliways to get away from her mother. It is the first time in some time, though, because she hasn't been with her mother for a year. Now, it takes a total of three days back in Gotham to send the young woman off to the magical bar in her closet.

She's in American clothes! This matters because she'd been in robes from the dojo for the last year, and now we're proud to present a Dinah Lance in jean shorts and a tank top, complete with fishnets and a latehr jacket straight from her costume closet.

She grabs herself a dinner of a large paella and retires to a table, to enjoy being back in the bar and to wait for Happy Hour to start.

Yes, we pulled a millitime there. Shush.

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[paragonsoldier.livejournal.com]

Shepard enters the bar with a slow, heavy tread and a small metal box in one hand. She goes to a table, opens the box and removes its contents - six Systems Alliance Navy dog tags, ball chains and all, still smelling very fainly of the ammonia snow in which she found them.

She lays out the dog tags side-by-side on the table, surveys them for a moment, then picks up the set belonging to someone named "Pressly, J.R." Shepard runs her thumb over the surface of one of the tags, staring at it as if she doesn't quite know what to do next - which is, in fact, the case.

[OOC: Slowtimes are inevitable.]

The Day...AFTER Cubefall.

[rookiebuster.livejournal.com]

Okay, SO!  Cubefall is over, everything's back to normal (or about as normal as Milliways gets), and everything should basically be alright...right?  Right?  Well...not exactly.  Take one Ghostbuster, add his various on-the-job equipment, and situate him...outside, taking PKE readings.

"This can't be right.  There shouldn't be anymore traces of that signature, now that I'm back to being human."

The signature our boy is referring to is yesterday's readings of when he was a werechicken.  You all remember that, right?  Tall, dark, feathery, beak, teeth, claws, etc.  Well, right now, Rookie's PKE Meter is going from zero to Class Ten in under a minute, and it is NOT pleasing him at all.  And this...this is when the LAKE starts bubbling from the center.

"Huh?  Aw, don't tell me I really DID-"

KA-SPLOOSH!!  Something really big surfaces out of the water, white and feathery and entirely rooster-like...if roosters were giant monsters with fangs, arms, and claws.  How do we put this?  There's a chicken!  There's a giant monster chicken in the middle of the lake!

"AARRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

A giant werechicken!  The Rookie is staring at this massive thing for a moment, eyes like saucers.  This IS technically his fault, but not in any manner that he had real control of.

"Ohhh...crap."

Anyone for some REALLY BIG chicken wings?

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[electro_kinetic]

The door Noriko stumbles through should have been going to something else, but she's grateful in the back of her foggy mind that it ends up being Milliways--she only makes it a few steps into the bar before she collapses completely, mostly facedown on the floor. There's blood soaking her back from two bulletholes--one just above her waist, the other only a few inches down from her neck.

Nori tries to get her vision clear enough to see more than a table leg and the chairs in her line of sight, but her head feels like it weighs twenty pounds, being propped up by a toothpick. "...Ow..."

[ooc: plot-locked! Reactions are welcome, but she's not going to be in much of a state to respond.]

[post order as far as I know it is Tavi -> Alanna -> Trudy until Noriko wakes up.]

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Midsummer is coming soon (relatively), and in Imladris, the celebrations are already beginning, at least amongst some of the elves.

Of course, there are some elves who, due to their heritage, believe that celebrations should be solemn, done with dignity.

While Glorfindel is, very technically, one of that sort...

He has long ago learned that there is much more fun to be had amongst his Sindarian kin, and out there, the bonfires are already burning bright.

Thus, no one should really be surprised when a golden-haired elf waltzes into the bar, wearing a simple tunic and leggings, the only decoration in the gems twined into the braids in his hair and the intricate needlework along the collar and cuffs of his tunic, his feet bare, looking just a bit wild.

Alright, a lot wild.

Whatever.