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[claudiometer]

(OOM:

I hear the clockwork in your core
Time strips the gears till you forget what they were for

Spoilers for "13.1"; also, there's a .gif in context, because why not?)

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[venusadept_2]

[OOM: A discussion is had.
No decision is reached.]

Felix is sighing as he comes into the bar. Then he begins noticing things - the general worry, the unusual cold, the glimpses of red out the window, the lack of people around the Bar itself - and his face hardens. There's something wrong here, and even if this isn't his world he's going to find out what and how to fix it.

It's about then that a slightly confused waitrat shows up and offers him a tray containing four crystal spheres, about the size of softballs. One yellow, one blue, one purple, and one red.

Felix stiffens in shock. Are those...? He gingerly takes the tray. "Could you get me some kind of mithril glove or something?" he asks the rat. As it scurries off, he carefully makes his way over to a table and sets the tray down. Then he falls into a chair, now both frustrated and bewildered.

Ben Grimm OOM-ish

[ever_lovin]

Outside, across the blood red sky, an object rockets across the sky before disappearing in a flash of light. For those sensitive to such things, it was an item of immense divine power, perhaps on a par with Mjolnir. For those who might have quick enough sight, it was a hammer of a wholly unique design*. For any who noticed it, it's pretty obvious it definitely does not bode well for what ever reality it lands in.

[OOM: While back in the MU, Ben has tea and gets something off his chest. It should have been comforting but it wasn't.]
[[OOC: * There is just the hammer not the monster holding it in the link.]]

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[just_the_doctor]

It's small.

It's out of the way.

You may not even see it when you're looking right at it.

Which you probably won't, because its very nature draws your eye away.

But it's there.

High on the wall behind the bar.

There's a crack in the wall.

[ooc: reactions only for now, please -- a Doctor EP is forthcoming. The little bit of light coming out isn't enough to harm anything, but time-travelers (not counting the trip to Milliways) and other especially time-sensitive folks may be affected. For example: a wave of dizziness and/or nausea, hearing a cacophony of overlapping whispered voices, or just a general feeling of unease.]

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[whatsshakinpox]

So, a mystery message had appeared in the bar, asking for the Furon soldier, Cryptosporidium, to appear outside on a matter of some urgency. Time being what it is in the bar, this meant that the sender could just wait around without worry until the thing was properly answered. It didn't specify which Crypto, however, and there were a number of him in the bar, since Crypto was a self-cloning little green man alien. We now join three of the aforementioned clones under the red sky.

Crypto-138: So, the message said 'Meet outside in Milliways. Bring 'Pox's secret weapon.'. You guys know what this is about?

Crypto-142: Sounds like one of us, I mean one of ME... But not...US-us, right?

Crypto-176: Yeah, but I know what he's looking for. 'Pox's special Quantum Deconstructor Rifle. I had ta' get it away from Kevyn on the way out.

He pulls out a large rifle with glowing-green coils. Surprisingly, so do the other two!

Crypto-142: Yeah, I know. I got this out of the secret storage locker a while back.

Crypto-138: Just found it today.

This...might be bad. Fortunately, an explanation is in order as a completely the same, yet different Crypto jetpacked down from above. He has a slightly-swankier look about him...and he's holding the exact same weapon as the other three. This is Crypto-195...OF THE FUTURE!

Crypto-195: Great! You found it. Now, follow me. This isn't gonna be pretty.

Crypto-142: Ya mind tellin' us why you wanted us all to carry around an unlicenced Deconstructor? The SAME Deconstructor?

Crypto-195: Because...back where I'm from? It's Blisk War 3. The Blisk have come back from- Wait... Wasn't there another one...?

Incoming! One last Furon into the mess! With the shouted cry of "Hey guys! I found it!", Crypto-154 jets in with another Quantum Deconstructor Rifle, knocks into the rest of them like bowling pins, and they all drop their weapons. They all look up at the loud WHOOOOOOOOOMMMMM noise that follows...and find all five weapons merged with each other, floating around in a glowing green sphere of quantum energy mess.

Cue the collective "Uh oh...".

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[noteful]

It's only after she has talked to her sister that Meg Ford takes the time to properly look around the bar.

She walks around slowly, fingers straying more than once to the emerald-cut aquamarines that dangle from her ears to make sure they're still there.

And then she sits down at an empty table.

Well.

Apparently, she's having an even more memorable birthday than she realized.

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[just_the_doctor]

One of the slogans for Milliways once upon a time was "If you've done six impossible things this morning, why not round it off with breakfast at Milliways?" The Doctor's not sure he's accomplished six today, but he figures it's close enough for a drink. So before the Clerics arrive to collect River, he leads her and Amy through the TARDIS hallways and into the bar.

Amy lags behind, still a little worse for wear after having an Angel in her mind, and so the door closes between her and the Doctor and River. For a moment, the Doctor's afraid that she won't be able to get in, but then the door opens again, and there she is.

"And here we are!"

[ooc: three pups, three muns. And welcome Doctor Number Eleven to the bar!]

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[bring_a_sponge]

A Man in Black steps through the Door and takes a long look at the debris scattered throughout the bar.

This is something new. Agent Zed is happy.

Happier than anyone in the bar has ever seen him before.

(Which is to say, happy at all.)

"MIKE!" he roars jovially, jabbing a finger at an entire shelf of waiting glasses. "Line 'em up! It's drinks for everybody on me tonight!"

This surely couldn't have anything to do with the confirmation he's just received on early reports that Milliways Bar may be totally DOOMED.