milliways_bar | Apr. 1st, 2011

Apr. 1st, 2011

There is in the bar a young man who looks relatively normal for any semi-modern time; clothed entirely in black and stretched out on one of the couches, he's turning a wood block over and over in his hands, whittling knife stuck between his fingers as he begins to take the corners off and shape it into something vaguely triangular.

It's by no means quick work, and he whistles a catchy but haunting tune softly as he works, deep blue eyes scanning the bar every so often as he flicks a long curl of pale wood carelessly into his lap.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Those who haven't frequented the bar in a while might recognise the hunched over figure of one Aeryn Sun at a table situated near the door. But whether recognised or not, she existed, book in hand - thumb pressed tight to the page in a kind of grim horror. The print on the cover certainly gave her no idea of what madness lay inside. The expression on her face was that of a woman who quite simply hadn't given a microts thought to what she was getting herself into.

I spy with my little eye something beginning with P. There's a Pixie near the Karoake machine, giving it the eye. She's yet to pick a song, but continues to stomp out a beat with her combat boot to an ear-thumping rythym. She appears to be wearing a pair of voluminous forest green bloomers and a leather jacket studded with metal spikes, but then, can you really trust your eyes? Because right now your eyes should be telling you that green winged seventeen-year-olds aren't all that common. Kaye Fierch doesn't mind standing out in a crowd and she just goes right on tapping her feet, wings fluttering madly on her back like some crazy fae tribal dance.

Most people sitting at the bar were eating, drinking, making merry - not Lirael. If you chanced to look at the very edge of the bar, close to the dusty bottles kept on shelves, you may have spotted the very top of her glossy, dark hair. Mostly, you would just see books, a very large, very precariously stacked mountain of books. Every few seconds a book fell, exuding a cloud of dust and a hand would shoot out to retrieve it, a soft murmuring coming from behind the makeshift library.

There's a young boy in the forest today, shirtless, predatory - he stalks back in forth from one edge of the forest to another as though deep in the process of making a decision. Jacob Black hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his low slung denims and tugs upwards. He's itching to change, to run, to get away from every feeling and emotion that's crowding his head, but still he resists. There's no Sam Uley here to tell him what to do and no Bella to turn to, isn't that half the problem?

There are certain people in the world that you can take one look at, and know they'll be trouble. Lilith's always been that woman, not that it stops men from realizing it until it's too late. If you look too long there's a big chance you'll get your heart broken and later find out your wallet and pride are missing too. If you ask her, she'd say she couldn't help it; that it's her nature - the same way a cat toys with a mouse before he eats it.

'Course, she'd probably be lying. She enjoys making mischief almost as much as she enjoys makin' profit.

Today she's in the men's bathroom crouching close to the floor by a stall, bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand, black marker in the other. Yup, nothin' like vandalizing the wall of the crapper to make you feel pleasantly juvenile.

[OOC: Well it's been so long since I've played I just wanna get back into practice so feel free to bring whatever you want to the table and ignore my stunted writing :P Open forever, available for slowtime. I am also famous for allowing any kind of drama to explode in my threads, go nuts.

As a note for tagging Lilith, even though it mentions she's in the men's bathroom, if you're a girl and want to talk, feel free to assume she's in the girl's bathroom because I don't want to slice anyone out.]

interrogoiterum

The door to Milliways opens when the person behind it kicks it open with all her might - it slams open like a door that had been carefully left ajar so it can be kicked open for maximum effect.

"Freeze!"

The effect of the command may or may not be altered by the fact that the voice issuing it belongs to a five year old girl in a store-bought police costume, attempting to stay any bad guys with her two index fingers pressed together.

Certainly, she's not all that impressed that there's a bar where there wasn't one before. Hence the almost immediate frowning.

covert_bandage

"Ralph, I- oh."

Well, that figures.

"All right, since this isn't Mick and Ralph's... last night wasn't exactly the best of nights. Can I get a distraction?" Arcade says to the Bar. He's expecting alcohol.

There's silence for a little while.

"That's not a distraction, that's a sick joke," he finally says. "What do you expect me to do with that?"

Oh, look. There's an instruction manual now.

"Ha, ha, very funny," mutters Arcade- but he takes the book and the set anyway and finds his way to a table. And promptly forgets about the actual set in favor of reading the rules, and occasionally pausing to mutter under his breath in what might just as easily be Latin as English.

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

Cy enters the Bar, looking very, very grumpy. Muttering something about "getting back at Beast Boy and whoever helped him with this."

As he walks past a table, some knives and forks fly off. And slap themselves to Cy's back with a series of clinks and clanks. Cy ignores them for now, but when a teaspoon tries to stick to his chest plate, he grabs it and throws it as far away as he can. Just far enough that it doesn't return.

We all knew Cy had a magnetic personality. But not this magnetic.

[ooc: Mainly a placeholder till Saturday night, but had to get this in.]

alsoagreengrass

Never mind the imperfect timing, this is what happens when Scorpius gets an idea in his head.

He has a letter in hand, written in a shaky script, unlike his usual perfect penmanship, that betrays his nerves. He re-reads it one last time before loosening his white-knuckled grip on it and asks Bar to deliver it for him.

( To Albus: )

That done, he takes a deep breath and grabs the Quaffle on the floor by his feet before heading outside. He's off to practice a few tricks.

blowupthefloats

John Munch is understandably nervous as he enters Milliways tonight. After all, the last time he tended bar on a holiday he'd ended the night knowing how it felt to be a Muppet.

But when he steps through the door and sees that nothing about him has changed, he breathes a sigh of relief and heads for the bar.

Tonight's Specials
April Rain
April's Apple
Brag about your best/favorite April Fool's pranks to the bartender, get your drink half-off.

With that taken care of, Munch stands back and waits for customers.

numbered_doctor

When Thriteen finds the Bar today in place of her living room she steps through without thinking...then promptly realizes what day it is, and braces herself for the inevitable gender change. There's a sensation that the attributes to the changing of clothes, and then...nothing?

She pries open an eye, and glances down cautiously. Nope, definitely still female...although her clothes look a little familiar, swishy coat and all.

"Huh."

Eloquent Thirteen is eloquent...and botherable.

cutting_edgex23

X slips through the door, pausing to slip her Security badge out of her --

Skirt.

That was something of a surprise. But at least, unlike the time with the corset, this outfit gives her enough mobility to be deemed acceptable without much alteration.

And the yellow and black theme is a lot like her New X-men uniform.

So it is that X, looking very much like a swashbuckling pirate, settles at a corner booth for what is likely to be a long Security shift.

3nanashi

When Trowa walks into Milliways, he's wearing jeans and a turtleneck.

A second later, his outfit is much more . . . colorful.

There's the neck-ruff. And the suspenders. And the blue-and-white sleeveless shirt. And the half-mask. And the orange shoes. And the gloves.

But it's really the pants that are the most eye-catching. Mostly because they're big enough to hold at least three Trowas.

Trowa pauses to look down at himself.

. . . Okay then.

He continues towards the bar.

claudiometer

It's been said before that the Bar has a strange sense of humor, and that the Landlord, whoever that is, isn't necessarily nice.
All of that would currently be lost on the little girl frozen in the doorway, giving Milliways her best deer-in-the-headlights look. She's got a death grip on her backpack, which features an unusual character for her demographic - and which might look familiar, if anyone caught sight of it before it got shoved into a furnace last Cubefall.
Claudia's had a rough day, to put it mildly, and she kinda doubts this place is part of Social Services, wherever it is.
"...Joshua?"

(OOC: Because I've wanted to do this for a while now and can't think of a better way to pass April Fools' evening, have kid!Claudia, hot on the heels of this. Open all weekend.)

scots_wolf

"What the..."

Urquhart steps into the bar from the stairs, and stumbles. Everything is suddenly higher up, and the steps are higher. Subtly but noticeably so.

The next mirror, by the bathroom doors, shows him a very unprepossessing person: middle-aged and medium-height, with a very mediocre face and a noticeable lack of hair on the head. What there is is thinning, dark greyish, and very short.

"... hell is this supposed to mean??"

The voice still unmistakeably is Urquhart's: educated and ever so slightly malicious, with a dash of disdain and a hint of hidden dark depths.

"What is she doing now?" he demands of the world at large.

Franz the dog, who just hates it when his human suddenly smells different, had been following Urquhart; now, he whimpers and hides under the trilobite tank, which has become his favourite safe spot in case of cats and other mysterious things.-

[[OOC: The face Urquhart's been given for the duration of April Fools' Day is that of his voice actor from the audio book version of his canon. The voice fits the character very well; the face of the man, spectacularly not, so it's a good thing it's just an audio book and not a movie.]]

makesthings

When Sam comes inside from the forge, he feels rather cold and sticky as his shirt disappears and his pants become jeans.

He looks down and blushes under the gold paint before hurrying to a spot by the fire.

Maybe the paint will melt off though that won't make his clothes come back and the gold does cover up the burns on his wrists slightly.

(OOC: Open all weekend as I'm a mean mun.)

thursdays_angel

As soon as Castiel walks into Milliways this evening, he knows something is off.

It doesn’t even take angelic senses to notice it. The slight weight on his head. The tickling sensation on his ear, and the slight obscuring of his vision.

Castiel reaches up and carefully removes the offending object from his head. He stares at the handful of netting, feathers, and fake birds in silence for several minutes.

“I……….do not understand.”

He sounds more resigned than confused.

noteful

Meg Ford did not, upon her arrival this evening, receive a whole new outfit, strange makeup or comical headgear.

But there is a bright blue paper fish taped to the middle of her back.

She hasn't noticed yet.

mnr_splinter

[Splinter learns the hard way why one shouldn't wish for Simpler Times^tm in a place like Milliways.]

mnt_raph

The door to the Staff Hallway bursts open, but...no one runs through.
Or at least, no one that you can see bursts through. If you listen close you should be able to hear the tiny cackle of a child coming from...somewhere.

The door stills.
For all of a ten count.
Then it opens again, but no one appears to come out this second time. Not because of any particular stealth on the part of whoever just walked through, but because he's just not quite tall enough to see over the bar.

"Cut it out Raph. It's my birthday. You have to do what I say!"

"Fat chance," comes the reply. It's followed by more cackling.

"Maaaaaaster! Make Raph do what I want him to do!"
When no such declaration comes from the hallway, Mike kicks the ground and proclaims to the entire Bar: "Raphael sucks!"

"Do NOT!"

"Do TOOO!"

The door swings open a third time, only this time it's all too hard to miss the beleagured Rat following in the young one's wake.

"Michaelangelo. Language. Raphael."
The command to come down and stand at attention is barked in very formal Japanese.
Mere seconds later a green shape falls from the ceiling and stands before his master.

"I'm getting too old for this."

seat_five_girl

People outside and on the correct side of the building might think they can hear the theme for the A-Team.

They would be right.

Ako is humming it under her breath as she finishes up the length of knotted bed sheets to get from her window down to the outside.

Today is April Fools and she isn't going through the main bar area if she can help it.

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, playing his harp.

He is not laughing at the magical mishap inflicted upon his murderer.

Teja hardly ever laughs; for else, he would!

a1enzo

There's a familiar Guardian cadet uniform in the Bar tonight.

In fact, there is an entire Guardian cadet, but this is slightly harder to discern than usual, because the spirit of April Foolery has seen fit to render the uniform's occupant chameleonic. (Around here, this means he's mostly brown.)

Like actual chameleons, he's not completely invisible, but it's still potentially disconcerting.

[OOC: Thanks to