Feb. 16th, 2012
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Feb. 16th, 2012 12:25 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
nitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce has a problem.
While she's fully aware that this isn't much of an oddity in the bar at the moment (she isn't entirely blind, or immune to the effects of chaos). She knows something's gone completely nuts with the Bar's doom filters, but considering the caliber of many people who come here, she'd hope that someone with a lot more kick is investigating. She'll look into that in a bit.
Her problem is she has a headache.
She has a headache.
She's stolen a tricorder from the infirmary, and she's trying to figure out what the heck's up with that. She's fairly sure this isn't supposed to happen.
While she's fully aware that this isn't much of an oddity in the bar at the moment (she isn't entirely blind, or immune to the effects of chaos). She knows something's gone completely nuts with the Bar's doom filters, but considering the caliber of many people who come here, she'd hope that someone with a lot more kick is investigating. She'll look into that in a bit.
Her problem is she has a headache.
She has a headache.
She's stolen a tricorder from the infirmary, and she's trying to figure out what the heck's up with that. She's fairly sure this isn't supposed to happen.
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Feb. 16th, 2012 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
will_scarlettWill doesn't know what to do about how Milliways is falling apart and he hates it.
Security seems to be getting a list of what's changing and thankfully no one appears to be hurt yet, but it won't take long. Each day he's been exploring outside in the hope of finding something he can fight, it hasn't worked.
It seems as if the End of Days is truly coming and there's nothing to be done, so he's at the Bar with a bottle of whiskey and glass that he brought down from his room.
Soon he'll have to return to Sherwood and pray that he'll see Milliways again, for now he's going to drink.
Security seems to be getting a list of what's changing and thankfully no one appears to be hurt yet, but it won't take long. Each day he's been exploring outside in the hope of finding something he can fight, it hasn't worked.
It seems as if the End of Days is truly coming and there's nothing to be done, so he's at the Bar with a bottle of whiskey and glass that he brought down from his room.
Soon he'll have to return to Sherwood and pray that he'll see Milliways again, for now he's going to drink.
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Feb. 16th, 2012 03:51 pmsunbaked_bakerHonestly, she hadn't meant to take a nap today. One wouldn't think she would need one, judging by how late she slept this morning. Rae had intended to do some baking, and maybe take a walk outside (since there was some sort of building with guns blocking her normal running route around the lake).
But she hadn't felt like baking, and her walk just took too much energy. Sitting outside in the sickly redness of Milliways' sunlight hadn't helped, either; it had just made her sick to her stomach. Not even her usual jolt of caffeine really helped her feel more like herself. So, calling the day an utter bust, she'd curled up on the couch to do some reading (Altar of Darkness, today). Except that plan had failed, too. She had fallen asleep, book still open and balanced on the couch armrest, right in the middle of the plot twist.
But she hadn't felt like baking, and her walk just took too much energy. Sitting outside in the sickly redness of Milliways' sunlight hadn't helped, either; it had just made her sick to her stomach. Not even her usual jolt of caffeine really helped her feel more like herself. So, calling the day an utter bust, she'd curled up on the couch to do some reading (Altar of Darkness, today). Except that plan had failed, too. She had fallen asleep, book still open and balanced on the couch armrest, right in the middle of the plot twist.
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Feb. 16th, 2012 04:57 pmnever_missesSam is not attuned to the balance of nature the way Kaylana is, but he doesn't need his girlfriend here to know that Milliways is seriously out of joint. The cracks, the rotting by the back door, the debris, that odd yellow thing hanging over the Bar...
Well, let's just say that even before he got outside, he was very glad Kaylana hasn't found this place yet. She takes the neutrality thing very seriously, after all; they'd probably have an argument over it at best.
But now he's coming bck in, and in desperate need of a distraction from a certain structure on what, to him, is a rather oddly-designed field. (He has no idea from baseball, but he won't be forgetting the Darkgate any time soon.)
Maybe trying to get a set of darts from the Bar will do the trick, especially the way orders have been going lately. So far, he's got a bowl of stroganoff, a Nerf gun, and a glass of something bright blue that he's not sure he wants to try.
"Look, this isn't so hard. I just want some darts."
This time, a set of lawn darts appears; Sam facepalms.
Well, let's just say that even before he got outside, he was very glad Kaylana hasn't found this place yet. She takes the neutrality thing very seriously, after all; they'd probably have an argument over it at best.
But now he's coming bck in, and in desperate need of a distraction from a certain structure on what, to him, is a rather oddly-designed field. (He has no idea from baseball, but he won't be forgetting the Darkgate any time soon.)
Maybe trying to get a set of darts from the Bar will do the trick, especially the way orders have been going lately. So far, he's got a bowl of stroganoff, a Nerf gun, and a glass of something bright blue that he's not sure he wants to try.
"Look, this isn't so hard. I just want some darts."
This time, a set of lawn darts appears; Sam facepalms.
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Feb. 16th, 2012 06:20 pmgolden_lyreOrpheus has decided that, given the current instability of the bar, it's best if he stays here until whatever doom is coming actually arrives. He really doesn't want to lose access to the place.
So he's at a booth that is still in reasonably good condition, watching chaos mount with appropriate musical accompaniment.
Posner isn't quite sure what to make of all the changes. He's currently arguing with a waitrat over why he can't seem to get a proper cup of tea. He doesn't want to be a bother, though, so he finally gives up with a faint sigh.
"No, it's fine. I'll manage."
After having made sure that he could still make it to his cabin, Lorne decided to come back into the bar just to make sure there wasn't anything he could be doing to help with all the mess. Or just to be on hand in case something ugly happened.
It's his experience that weird shit like this usually precedes something ugly.
Teyla had brought Torren in for a break from the city, hoping the change of scenery might be a welcome distraction for them both. Unfortunately, Torren is now of an age where he delights in wandering off and hiding under anything at once convenient. Teyla is seriously considering making Rodney pay for having taught him the concept of hide and seek.
At the moment, he's decided an occupied table is the best thing to conceal himself under, and Teyla is attempting to discover which table he's decided to use.
Alcide hasn't been coming here often enough yet to be at all immune to the strangeness that is Milliways, so he's looking rather concerned as he steps into the bar, looking around warily.
"This place just keeps gettin' weirder and weirder.
As things have been getting more and more complicated in Wonderland since the arrival of that Oyster (not the Alice, but an Alice), Hatter is well satisfied to find himself in this strange, little watering hole once again. Even if it is a bit of a shambles at the moment.
Having tried and failed to get a plate of muffins to go with his tea, and having been given a pizza (something he is entirely unfamiliar with) and a tall glass of milk instead, he's going to find a good spot to sit and watch the end of the end of the universe from. He's always been good at spectator sports.
Bertie hasn't been here in, oh...simply ages. And he doesn't seem to think much amiss with the current state of the bar.
"Here again, is it? Are we having a party?"
[ooc: Multi-pup post! Tag one, tag all! This is a last shebang for some of these who won't be coming along in the move. I may be a bit slow, but I will try to get back to tags as soon as I can manage.]
So he's at a booth that is still in reasonably good condition, watching chaos mount with appropriate musical accompaniment.
Posner isn't quite sure what to make of all the changes. He's currently arguing with a waitrat over why he can't seem to get a proper cup of tea. He doesn't want to be a bother, though, so he finally gives up with a faint sigh.
"No, it's fine. I'll manage."
After having made sure that he could still make it to his cabin, Lorne decided to come back into the bar just to make sure there wasn't anything he could be doing to help with all the mess. Or just to be on hand in case something ugly happened.
It's his experience that weird shit like this usually precedes something ugly.
Teyla had brought Torren in for a break from the city, hoping the change of scenery might be a welcome distraction for them both. Unfortunately, Torren is now of an age where he delights in wandering off and hiding under anything at once convenient. Teyla is seriously considering making Rodney pay for having taught him the concept of hide and seek.
At the moment, he's decided an occupied table is the best thing to conceal himself under, and Teyla is attempting to discover which table he's decided to use.
Alcide hasn't been coming here often enough yet to be at all immune to the strangeness that is Milliways, so he's looking rather concerned as he steps into the bar, looking around warily.
"This place just keeps gettin' weirder and weirder.
As things have been getting more and more complicated in Wonderland since the arrival of that Oyster (not the Alice, but an Alice), Hatter is well satisfied to find himself in this strange, little watering hole once again. Even if it is a bit of a shambles at the moment.
Having tried and failed to get a plate of muffins to go with his tea, and having been given a pizza (something he is entirely unfamiliar with) and a tall glass of milk instead, he's going to find a good spot to sit and watch the end of the end of the universe from. He's always been good at spectator sports.
Bertie hasn't been here in, oh...simply ages. And he doesn't seem to think much amiss with the current state of the bar.
"Here again, is it? Are we having a party?"
[ooc: Multi-pup post! Tag one, tag all! This is a last shebang for some of these who won't be coming along in the move. I may be a bit slow, but I will try to get back to tags as soon as I can manage.]
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Feb. 16th, 2012 07:14 pmmunchchomp.livejournal.comIf you look just so out the Observation Window at just the right angle you can see... well. You can see...
Is that a giant pink horn?
Is that a giant pink horn?
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Feb. 16th, 2012 09:27 pmbadinlatin[OOM in Ambergeldar:
"What're you ponderin'?"
"The Order of the Butter Knife."]
[ooc: the management would like to thank Georgia for being awesome. That is all.]
"What're you ponderin'?"
"The Order of the Butter Knife."]
[ooc: the management would like to thank Georgia for being awesome. That is all.]
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Feb. 16th, 2012 10:18 pmostro_gothThere are more things wrong with this place now than Teja can even count, or remember.
Security is keeping track, so Teja is sitting in the middle of the bar, at a table, staring at the list of things that have gone wrong.
And a crack over the bar that might unmake any history.
It must all have a common cause, the Doctor said.
Teja is trying to force the list to tell him, by simply staring it down, when the ceiling cracks. A piece of plaster falls into his tea, splashing it all over his papers.
Teja looks up at the damage, then hides his face in his hands and groans.
Security is keeping track, so Teja is sitting in the middle of the bar, at a table, staring at the list of things that have gone wrong.
And a crack over the bar that might unmake any history.
It must all have a common cause, the Doctor said.
Teja is trying to force the list to tell him, by simply staring it down, when the ceiling cracks. A piece of plaster falls into his tea, splashing it all over his papers.
Teja looks up at the damage, then hides his face in his hands and groans.
