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[crabbycustomer]

[OOC: OOM: WEEKS IN THE PAST... (but not many)]

Tonight:

Karkat's sloppy programming has been greatly increasing the stress on the Milliways' shields, by multiplying logarithmically the number of universes ending outside the window, and the resulting influx of apocalyptic negative serendipity. But the shields are good.

Until Ray's experiment knocks the whole bar down to emergency power. Then the zemblanity begins to flow...



As of midnight tonight, bar-time, three things have changed.

1. There's a crater out in the woods, from an exploding computer server.
2. Karkat's Trollian server is gone, and T Minus service is down until further notice.
3. There are massive amounts of negative serendipity flowing into the bar. A few thousand apocalypses worth. A little at a time, in a slow leak, but as it builds up the damage grows and the curse spreads...

allpocalypse now

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[claudiometer]

For Claudia, it's been a couple weeks since she talked to Ray about the hyperspace thing; life on her side of the door has been a little busy.
Mostly in a good way, for once; somehow she didn't scare Todd off entirely, so she's actually got more than one date to her name now. Dates, she has decided, are cool - even when you live in a one-stoplight town that has a three-screen movie theater (all three screens of which are usually showing the same thing) and not even a bowling alley, and you don't have many common interests to talk about. But they're making do (by which we mean occasionally making out), so all is well.
And then last night, her T-Minus phone died, so as she comes into the bar today, she's taking a moment out of trying to make it work again to make sure the door doesn't disappear on her again. As far as she can tell, the phone's not dead dead, but it's sure as hell not loading, which is... weird, to say the least.

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[seat_five_girl]

Ako is not a person who lives online.

Still, since T-Minus has started up in the bar, checking it has become part of her morning routine. Routine that holds even after sleeping poorly with more than the usual count of explosions over the night.

Which is why she is wandering down this morning still poking at the screen and occasionally flipping it over to double check the slime level.

Where exactly do you open a trouble ticket on this sort of thing?

A great disturbance in the Force, and other reactions.

[masterofsoresu]

[Millitimed to right after the big booms.]

The last time Obi-Wan felt anything like this, nearly two thousand million voices had just cried out in terror and immediately fallen silent. It's the purely physical component of the blast that actually knocks him out of his seat, but it wouldn't have been able to do but for the psychic clobbering.

Dr Donighal is at his side in about half of no time, helping him up and making sure he's all right. "I will be," Obi-Wan assures him, because that much by itself is true. He'll be all right, for a while anyway. But he has a feeling it won't last.

Then Michael's friend Jennifer arrives, saying she felt somebody squeeze space itself a little too hard. She, too, is concerned about Obi-Wan; he does his best to reassure her, and it seems to be enough.

* * *

On the other side of the bar, the wrestleman has just one question for his little buddy, a question to which he does not get an answer: "What the piping hot glazed raised CRAP?!"

[One pup, five muns One mun, five pups; please to specify whom you want.]

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[makesthings]

Sam woke up when he heard a boom and felt things shift in a way he couldn't understand other than it was wrong. He wanted to go and investigate what was out in the forest but could almost hear Mogget's snide voice asking what he would with what he found out there?

So he stayed in his room and made notes of how everything felt and wished he knew more of the underpinnings of Milliways as knowing the Charter at this point didn't help.

When the sun started to shine through the Window, he dressed more formally than he has in a long time with his Wallmaker's surcoat and his sword before going downstairs to see what happened.

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[tobeclosetohim]

Strike One.

The Bar is a disaster area. Bottles fallen everywhere.
Broken. In pieces. Wait rats still working everywhere.



Strike Two.

There is a green glow hologram floating over her bar.
No. Not kidding. A green glow hologram over her bar.



Strike Three.

"What do you mean we only have these ingredients? We stock several universes."

"No. Of course, I can't predict earthquakes. Last I checked you didn't have 'em."






"It's fine. I'll manage." Jo. Middle of the mess. "Go to sleep."

Glass gets kicked. Specials get written. Then, Jo's busy with the mess.

Specials
Borrowed Time
The End of the Road
The End of the World

Half-off if you help clean up any part of the bar

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[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie is outside. Surveying the damage from the explosion and the quake. He knows he doesn't have to. But it gives him something to do. And sometimes he really does miss being on the scene.

He of course has his mask on. Because that's what you do. When the going gets tough, the tough wear masks.

He looks down at the crater. Looks up at the trees. Looks around. And looks at the sky. Which is red.

"This," he says to no one in particular, "is not good."

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[hear_the_voices]

This is unexpected.

Anna stands in the middle of the bar, looking all around.

Things feel . . . off.

But she can't quite tell how, or how much of it is just normal end-of-the-universe interference with powers she hasn't had much call to use for the last couple decades.

Interesting.

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[venusadept_2]

[OOM: A quest is completed...
But the threat is not over.]

The door opens, letting in Felix, Varric, and Kate. They're all a bit the worse for wear - Felix is wobbling a bit as he heads for a seat - but alive and reasonably whole.

[OOC: Three pups, three muns; I'm not going to be the one to make promises about their availability.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[ooc: In the infirmary, the millipocalypse wave causes chaos.]

Guppy comes tearing out of the infirmary and goes quickly over to Bar.

"I need tools, one of the waitrats is trapped in the high tech viral replication machine."

Anyone got some helpful tech skills?

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[ostro_goth]

Things are odd and worrisome.

Teja feels that some sort of doom is looming gloomily over the place, and fate may be waiting patiently to strike, in a dire manner.

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, brooding, staring into the flames, while his hands rake through the soft fur of his little black cat.

Maybe he should go to see his people, in case that after fate strikes, he can no longer reach them.

Or no longer exists in a way they may recognise.

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[iamso_awesome]

Apollo strolls into the bar like he owns the place... then goes still.
It's not even all the carnage at the Bar proper that's slowed him down. It's... well, the last time he got this much of a feeling of impending doom, shit was getting very, very real at home (an attempted Titan uprising will do that).
"What in the wide, wide world of sports is goin' on here?" he says, half to himself.

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[trigger_man]

Jack's been in and out of the bar a little bit for the past few months, but hasn't really stuck around for any great length of time.  Not that he's had anything pressing outside; he's just been moving around a fair bit, and hasn't always found a door to the bar in some places as easily as others.

But in all those times he's come in, nothing in the bar has really changed, and so as he walks in the door, the mess makes him stop in his tracks, look around in confusion and concern.  Broken glass, things knocked over, waitrats scurrying around and some...green crystal-like hologram over the bar.

"What the hell happened in here?"

[ooc: open through the weekend!]