Oct. 31st, 2010

Jack comes into the bar from his room, and instantly notices that certain parts of his anatomy feel a little more...free than usual. He looks down, taking in the puffy white shirt, grey socks, shiny black shoes and...camouflage? For a moment he just stands there, stunned, before he realizes just what day it is.

Really, he should have expected this.

Needless to say he feels rather self-conscious as he walks over to the bar and contemplates exactly how the hell he's supposed to sit down without giving anyone a show.

[ooc: OMG I need to get to bed soonish but didn't want to leave it for tomorrow. Will be around all day tomorrow to thread, so I'm totally up for slowtimes!]

whipped_weapon

(OOM: whipped-weapon.livejournal.com/6299.html Zak's return. Anyone who was with him from either of the chibi-Zak threads can go ahead and poke him there. Also, keeping the chibi-Zak threads open since some of the things that were supposed to happen on them? Haven't been rp-ed yet. @_@ Agh.

My posts are delayed by oncoming looming midterms and more projects than I can finish within the time I've been allotted. My apologies for the fact this is so incredibly late. Still getting the hang of this 'millitiming' thing)

On the morning of the actual event, Zak had no idea of his impending doom. He woke up, warm and content. He made his way over to do his daily ablutions, slipped on a simply cut tunic, and made his way down for breakfast.

At which point everything went horribly wrong.
One moment Zaknafein was making his way down the staircase, and the next, the drow's body decided to have an existentialist crisis. His center of balance changed between one step and the next, and the drow, feeling disoriented, grabbed for the rails. When his vision cleared, he was looking down at hands that were smaller and more delicate than before, with nails that were definitely longer than he normally let his grow.

And when Zaknafein looked directly down at himself, he was utterly traumatized. Because for one thing, he was now a she.

The drow looked down, numbly, at herself and noted, abstractedly, that she now had a figure that any natural-born female would envy.
And not something Zaknafein wanted to see in the mirror. Zaknafein was male. This fact was integral to the drow's self image. To suddenly be given such attributes out of nowhere...

A part of Zaknafein that was being firmly suppressed was screaming. What actually came out from her mouth sounded more like a small, strangled wail. The female wobbled as fast as she could, to the most concealing booth she could find, hoping to regain her balance in privacy.

(OOC: The dancing girl costumes? SO TOTALLY CANON. A quote from the book itself says, "Both elves were, of course, slim and beardless as all their kind, and despite Eliathanis' martial calling, their long, silky hair and elegant, fine-boned faces made it quite easy for them to pass as women."

That said? Enjoy. I'll post the relevant bits from the book in Nait's Journal as soon as I can :D)

Naitachal certainly hadn't expected to run into the Bar right now, particularly not when he was in such an outrageous getup, but it wasn't as if he could decide when and where the Bar would show up. He simply shrugged his powdered shoulders, tossed his hair back with effortless grace, thrust his hip out in a way that drew attention to his long, graceful legs and then sashayed into the Bar like a supermodel on a catwalk, his long, richly embroidered, rather translucent skirts swishing in a very distracting manner.

Eliathanis had been watching the walls of Westerin dwindle in the distance, and avoiding any male attention as best as he could on the way. The costume he'd been forced to don was uncomfortable, far too revealing for his taste, completely undignified, and far too good at grabbing attention. The poor white elf had begun to hope that he could finally get this flimsy, gauzy dancing girl's costume off, and things would return to normal.

Unfortunately, it seemed the Gods were disagreeing with him today, because one moment, he was stepping down from his horse, and the next...

The next, he was staring, horrified, at the inside of a place he'd really hoped to avoid. The elf fought back a whimper, and looked behind him quickly for his door.

It wasn't there.

Eliathanis was now sure someone was out to get him. This was the worst day he'd ever had, in his entire life.

notabricklayer.livejournal.com

((Not-really-OOM: First, do no harm - sometimes that oath can get a little difficult.))

sunbaked_baker

Luckily, change comes as Sunshine reaches the bottom of the stairs, or else she would have gone tumbling.

"Really, Bar? Really?"

The dress she's suddenly wearing looks like something out of a fairy tale. Low cut, off-the-shoulder, corset-like bodice in glittering white, with lacy designs of flowers and swirls (complete with lace butterfly at her left shoulder - what the hell). Large, poufy sleeves in glittering white, with long, satiny-white gloves covering her forearms and hands. A frilly skirt covered in white flounces Rae wouldn't normally be caught dead in, that goes on for miles and takes up entirely too much room, supported by hoop skirts that throw Sunshine off balance far too easily.

"This is seriously ridiculous."

And her hair... Rae can't imagine how long it would take her to fix her hair like this, or what situation would ever make her want to put her hair up like this. (Though, and there's no way she'd admit this out loud, the tiara, earrings and necklace are far nicer than anything Rae owns.)

The Disney-Princessified Sunshine flounces (because there is no other way to move in a getup like this) over to the bar. "How am I supposed to bake in this, huh? Tell me that. I can't even get near enough to the counter to reach it, much less make things."

She's not yet sulking, but it's a near thing. Right now, she's just irritated. (She's not yet tried sitting down in hoop skirts.)

(ooc: Post is open forever, but mun is in and out today. About to disappear for church, but wanted to get this up. ^___^ Happy Halloween, y'all.)

Current Mood: irate

52-dropoff.livejournal.com

Charlie had a weird night. Dreamed he was in Chicago's football stadium with Ted Kord, the late Blue Beetle. And like so many dreams, it seemed quite real.

But that was just a dream, and so Charlie comes into the Bar. Knowing what date it is - it's hard to miss if you are paying any attention - he puts on his mask. And has no idea that the Bar made a few alterations for the day.

Feel free to enlighten him.

[ooc: Mun will be on and offline today, so slowtimes are coming.]

hallelujahpilot

Trudy walks down the stairs into the bar, and stops.

She looks down.

Black pants, black bra, black boots, nothing else apart from a gun that is far too light to be real. Well. Nothing else apart from an eyepatch of all things.

“...Bar? No.”

Another moment pauses, and her clothes change again (and her hair snakes up into a pinned bun, and doesn't that feel freaking weird).

“What...” Trudy marches over to the Bar herself, heels(!) clipping against the floor. “Bar, honey, tell me I'm...not some fetishist's idea of a pilot, please.”

She gets a napkin with :D? on it.

“Fishnets? Really?”

:D!

Trudy stares at the Bar for a long moment, and then pinches the bridge of her nose. The second outfit is in many ways worse than the first, but she doesn't want to press her luck to try and get a third option. “Can I at least get a holster for the gun? And a drink?” Buckling the belt-and-holster around her hips and sliding the handgun into the holster, Trudy picks up the glass of whiskey and tosses some of it back.

Freaking Milliways.

[ooc: open all halloween!]

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

[OOM: "Ensign. May I speak with you after you have completed your shift?"]

[Millitimed to before Descent.]

ikissdhimbck

[OOM(sorta):

Lady Justice wears a blindfold

Warnings for triggery subjects in white text.]

twiceahero.livejournal.com

As has happened every Halloween for the past couple of years, there is a petite woman in a tight-fitting spandex costume (complete with a cape), and flaming red hair in the bar. She's smiling. Actually, the word isn't strong enough. She's beaming.

She hasn't sat down anywhere, either. She walks around, just... walking. And every so often she'll eye an open path and launch into a series of flips and cartwheels just because she can.

For one day each year, Barbara Gordon has her legs back, and she doesn't plan on wasting any of it.

frmthebeginning.livejournal.com

Hoffman did not expect this.

He'd slept in today after quite a few bad dreams but when he enters the bar there is a distinct feeling of...different. There's a tingling and he nearly falls because his center of gravity is off, reaching up, he runs a hand through his hair, breathing deep before...running another hand over his body to his hip before-

"WHAT. THE. HELL."

Pay no attention to the skinny junkie swearing like a sailor in the corner. Or perhaps pay attention. There are children about.

ooc: Tiny!Genderbending Tag: Mark Hoffman

magneticxman

The concept of days is harder to keep track of in space. Lorna has no real idea what the date is, and doesn't care to think about how long she's been in space.

When she enters Milliways, it becomes obviously what day it is here at least. She laughs a bit, enjoying everyone else's costumes. She eagerly makes her way to the bar, ordering a spiced apple cider so she can people watch.

It's not until she sits on the barstool that she realizes her jeans have turned into an obscenely short skirt. She looks down, making a startled noise as she realizes she's wearing a giant bow and a sailor scarf.

Then she notices the hair. Bright blonde, done up in huge pigtails.

This is about the time Lorna realizes why everyone's dressed up. She giggles a bit, and decides to play along. The gloves do come off, but only because she's now ordered a brownie as well, and doesn't want to mess them up.

Tiny!tag: Lorna Dane

smallgayjew

Posner hasn't yet spent enough time in Milliways to have experienced Bar's penchant for costume. He's been warned about it, but he's still rather surprised when he steps in today to discover his usual khakis and button-down shirt have been replaced by a very old-fashioned pair of black trousers, a purple (Purple? Really?) greatcoat, a teal, velvet waistcoat, and and a grey cravat. He stops when he crosses into the bar, looking down at himself with a slight frown.

"What on earth...?"

And of course, as he tilts his head down to look at the costume change, his hair falls into his face, causing him to reach up and pull it in front of his eyes.

"Have I missed the fancy dress invite?"

Fake Tag: David Posner

[ooc: Open forever and a day.]

summerscurse

"And from the father, forgiveness and hope."

summerscurse

Alex Summers stepped into the bar from checking things on the ship, and blinked. It'd been a day like any other on the ship, and he often forgot time and date there, so the costume, while funny, meant nothing to him.

He was dressed... as a pirate? The giant toy sword he slid into the sheath, and the hat he tied at his belt. This was odd, even for a strange bar at the end of the universe. Maybe it was a custom? Whatever it was, nothing here had hurt him yet, and he held the assurance that nothing much would. So, for now, he wandered to the bar, and claimed a beer, which came as a rum. He blinked, eyed Bar and the rum, then shrugged. "Okay, fine. Rum it is. To you, Bar, and to this place."

And he downed his drink.

[Tiny not-a-tag: Alex Summers]

scots_wolf

When Urquhart stepped into the bar today, he found himself change, and a brief look in a mirror confirmed the impression. He now has skin like cooling lava, enormous horns on his head, monstrous teeth and claws, and is not wearing exactly much.

Which probably does not count towards the Third Rule, because molten lava doesn't equal nudity. And it's not as if he's showing anything untoward. Urquhart hasn't even made sure what his private anatomy is like in this shape. It doesn't matter. It'll go away in a few days.

He seems to be some kind of Devil.-

So he leans in a dark corner near the fireplace, waiting for people to come by and find him scary. As this is Milliways, he's not counting on there being too many.

[[OOC: I know nothing about the character Urq is being, The Beast from 'Angel'; I probably saw four of five episodes of that show ever, tops. It just happens to be the same PB. Recognising the character is of course OK, but neither Urq nor I have much to say about him...]]

isaysimplewords

Not long after the dream, a Door appears. Cal has gathered his thoughts enough now to remember what happened last time he came in right after one of those dreams, and so he pauses cautiously in the doorway.

When nothing happens, he relaxes and steps inside. He gets a raktajino and claims a spot by the fireplace, where he tries to distract himself by watching all the costumes.

It's not working very well.

ikissdhimbck

Kate comes downstairs, looking a little haggard after her nap.

She's fallen back into a routine. Get up before dawn; check the stables; give Beaut a workout; come inside, check the list of patients currently in the infirmary; eat; drink; drink; drink...

She has a mind to do one of the latter three when she steps off the landing, and suddenly she's feeling a whole lot more exposed.

She glances down.

"Aw, hell. S'it All Hallow's already?"

[tiny!tags: Gene Hunt, Butch Cassidy, Jameson Rook]

death_gone_mad

"CAN'T BREATHE"

███████ feels an unexpected pressure around her waist and the bottom half of her ribcage when she comes into the bar from out back. She is in a corset, but not only that is different about the way she is dressed; roses, marigolds, and a tiara featuring stylized sun rays decorate her head and long sleek gloves cover her hands and much of her arms. The gloves, her tight black miniskirt, and the corset far thus far conspired prevent her from noticing her skin has turned the color of sun-bleached bone. What is more, her face is decorated to look like a stylized skull.

She feels around the corset, looking for a way out of it or at least a way to loosen it and she finds a note:

You need to stop sleeping outside. It is dangerous both for you and those who may accidentally find you. I will give you a room upstairs after you do me this small favor.

Just as she is ready to object, a tray decorated to look like an altar is strapped to her shoulders. On the tray are various candies - mainly candied pumpkin and lumps of sugar shaped and decorated to look like skulls -, bread, brochures explaining the Joe Manco Fund for deceased and bound patrons and Phil, which (or who? I was told not to ask) disperses funds for underage patrons, and a sign proclaiming
Free candy and information for deceased and underage patrons

D:
Fake Tag: Amascut

dragons_emrys

When Merlin opens the door and sees Milliways through it, it seems like quite an ordinary day. (Well, the start of the New Year for followers of the old religion, and he wishes they observed it in Camelot because it feels wrong not to.)

When he steps through the door, his clothes change--to something tight and light and dark--and his hair changes and he's even wearing jewelry.

He has to stop and look, and sniff the thin shirt, and puzzle at the strangely heavy boots.

He has no idea what he's supposed to be, though he certainly understands wearing costumes on Samhain.

alwaysroomforhope

Zombies are a dime a dozen on Hallowe'en, right? So of course someone had to wind up in bar looking - well, dead.

Steph just thinks this is in particularly bad taste.

And if anyone thinks looking like she's been dead six years - just because she happens to have been - is going to stop her doing her job, they've got another think coming.

Thus, the part of Security for the Hallowe'en graveyard shift will be played by a sixteen-year-old corpse - who looks really bloody grumpy about it. Couldn't she at least have been a sexy nurse or something, you know, traditional? Geez.

Starting fights will probably not be in your best interest.

This is the last entry before Significant Changes happen to Steph, and as such is open forever. Cheers.

the_gene_genie

“I am sworn brother, sweet,
To grim Necessity, and he and I
Will keep a league till death.”

[Gene Hunt]

makesthings

Not quite an OOM: Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 681)

notabricklayer.livejournal.com

McCoy wanders downstairs, still a bit shaken up by the utterly oddball dream he had earlier. Still, a good dinner and a drink sounds like a good way to go about correcting things, in his opinion.

That is, until he gets down to the lower landing.

"What in blazes...?" He grumbles, disconcerted by the sudden change in attire. Perhaps inspired by a certain Other, the Bar has seen fit to deck him out as a gunslinger this year. It seems that in a Western, the good doctor would be cast as a black hat. Who knew he could pull it off?

visible_sariel

For whatever reason, Sariel didn't get becostumed the last time she was in the bar. Maybe someone supposed that the dream she had was enough for one day.

She didn't luck out this time, though. Two steps beyond the door there's a shimmer, and her uniform is . . . Well. Her uniform is a carnival costume, complete with long swishy green skirt, equally green blouse liberally dusted with gold sequins, and sparkly gold mask. Thank goodness her shoes don't have heels. Tiny little bells, yes, but not heels.

"Honestly, Bar...?" Her objection's half-hearted, exhaled on a resigned sigh. "I had forgotten."

It could be much worse, she supposes. It could be the angel wings again. Or the frighteningly short skirt of last century's uniform. Or another transformation.

OOC: All threads Millitimed to before Lore's.

mendanddefend_archive

...

"Oh, come on, Bar, you're not even trying."

Current Mood: annoyed

seat_five_girl

Ako is getting used to her borrowed body and outfit.

Being older is neat, but it's not changing how Bar takes her orders.

The Gotham accent is strange too.

whathastobedone

Virginia, Halloween 2001

The halls of GMU are thrumming with noise and activity. It had taken some coaxing to get the young woman who's about to stumble through the door to leave her textbooks and join the crowd. That had always been the plan, but she had a schedule. Study until eight-thirty, revise until nine, and then leave for the party with David, not a moment earlier.

But boys are damn good at ruining plans.

By ten o'clock, Renee's onto her second Halloween party and might have lost track of how many drinks she's had. That's not a big deal -- she isn't anticipating anything getting wildly out of hand. Because, honestly, who throws a twenty-one-year-old linguistics major into a magical bar at the end of the universe on what is very possibly the weirdest night of the year? Nobody.

Or somebody.

A ladybug comes through the door, laughing, and suddenly stops. This is... not the room she had been expecting. She turns around.

"David?"

What... what the hell?

[tiny!tag: Renee Walker]

[OoC: FIRST TIME IN THE BAR. Feel free to come say hi, like, all of you. Just don't get too attached, because she probably won't remember you by the time she's back in again. Um. :D?]

blowupthefloats

The first thing John Munch notices as he steps through the door at Milliways is that everything suddenly looks a lot bigger than it used to.

The second thing he notices is that he feels more...plush...than usual.

Third...his skin has mysteriously turned green.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Tonight's Specials
Vampire's Kiss
Pumpkin Pie (Tavern Style)
Witch's Brew
Warm Witch's Blood (non-alcoholic)

Happy Halloween Happy Hour, everybody! Do not be alarmed by the Muppet tending bar; it's just Milliways Halloween Karma catching up with Detective Munch.

noteful

"Oh my."

A second ago, Meg had been wearing jeans and a sweater. Now, she's in a coat.

And a muff.

And a bonnet.

"Halloween here, too, then, is it?"

parkerlee

Parker’s money had been on Annie Oakley. Maybe a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, except that Bar has dressed her in a similar costume for Halloween before. Rodeo clown had occurred to her as an outside possibility, because Bar has a sick sense of humor like that.

Some might consider the Old West saloon girl outfit indicative of a sick sense of humor too, but it’s the variety that Parker can deal with. She’ll take boosted cleavage, long gloves and feather fascinator over face paint, red shoes, and hay in her bra any day.

And as long as she’s wearing it, she’s going to own it. Parker is sitting on the bar (where else would a saloon girl hang out?) alternately sipping her beer and wielding a feathered fan.

A world of botherable.

basic_powers

There's a man sitting by the fire in a dark grey suit, fedora, with red gauntlets and a spooky red domino mask with blank eyeballs. He's currently reather chalant, working away at a puzzle on the coffee table. It isn't until the Door opens that he looks up, casual as anything...and then freezes.

A lady in a gray catsuit and the exact same man are walking in through the doorway,

"I don't have to like it." Retorts the red-headed woman hotly to the Real Red Panda before the change of the view in front of her registers. "Oh, not this a...gain."

"...Red Panda? Who's that by the fire?"

"Oh this can not end well." The becostumed man by the fire murmurs.

Tiny Vigilante tag: The Red Panda!

((three pups, two muns, all threads timed after the encounter))

lady_bols

Alex has decided that fate has it in for her. Honestly, it didn't even wait for her to enter the bar through her pantry tonight. Instead, it met her at the front door of her flat, and dropped her here.

In this ridiculous outfit. Little black ears, black push up corset, black skin tight pants, high heel boots and a tail.

"Oh you can't be serious."

This cat is supposed to be in her pyjamas by now, not dressed for a night on the town. But her door won't open, and it seems like everyone else is getting into the swing of things. She asks Bar for a little clarity around the issue, while she's ordering her drink, and a series of napkins explains her predicament a bit better.

"Hallowe'en? Truly? Don't I have a choice in the matter? No? No. 'Have fun' you say. Right."

The Bar gets such a look.

[ooc: Mun is still under the weather, but I couldn't resist and wanted to get this in under the wire. Open forever but with near instant slowtime. Yay millitime!]

tag: Alex Drake

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Out of Milliways: Paradise Falls, Part 2. Warning for violation of at least one of the Geneva Conventions.

The door opens and Ellen and Dogmeat clank through-

Well. No. The clanking stops almost immediately. Ellen looks down as the sound vanishes, and sighs.

"This is not my leather, and that is not my shotgun," Ellen says to no one in particular. "At least you look all right."

"Whurf," answers Dogmeat, who does not much mind the red bandanna around his neck as long as he gets to drink sometime soon. He's got a nasty taste in his mouth and would like to wash it out.

mickandbono.livejournal.com

Jameson Rook walks in to the bar. He rolls his shoulders something feels off. He felt fine outside, now he feels different. Reaching the bar he orders a drink then looks at his hand on the bar. That doesn't look like his perfectly manicured hand, he curls his lip looking at it and something tickles his nose. Reaching up he feels a mustache. He knows full well he didn't have one before. Unable to take not knowing he orders a mirror from the bar and then blinks at what looks back at him.

Horror is the only way to describe the look on his face. Not his face but the one he's currently got. This is not his pretty face that sells millions, of magazines,

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?!"

Anyone is welcome to come comfort or slap him around a bit.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has managed to escape being costumed. He gets let off in case he has to treat anyone.

However, he has instead been dressed in a rather repulsive snot-yellow t-shirt. He's trying to pretend that it's meant to be like that.

He has a sign up.

Free Walk-In Clinic
The doctor is in

(If you are confused as to why you are in costume, you can ask here!)

With that, he sits and tries not to be smug at anyone in a really awful costume.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo is in The Great Pumpkin. Yes, that one. He does looks...slightly not-amused at the prospect, if just because the costume is clunky.

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Col. Quaritch, in the meantime, is even less amused. His skin is...blue...and sparkly...and he has a long pigtail...

Yes, you guessed right: Col. Quaritch, welcome to being a Na'vi for a day.

Careful: He looks angry.

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And finally, Charled Bromley is in the Bar in a black cape, top hat, and tuxedo. He's reading a copy of Dracula, and the similarity between him and the title character tonight is hardly lost on him.

You might ignore the pile of numbers beside him, too...