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[hadyougoing]

Some people fiddle while Rome burns.

Ava Wilson drinks coffee.

Fyarlbucks, to be precise-- with Bar kind of on the fritz, or so she hears, she thought it best to bring her own. Outside is a huge mess, so she's hanging out by the Observation Window, under a stable or at least stable-looking quadrant of roof, to info-gather while the gathering's good.

(Unrelated to current doom, her cami reveals a pink discoloration running around her shoulders, as if she has been recently lasso'd by Wonder Woman and it left a rope burn.

It's actually mostly healed. She's just kinda pale.)

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[claudiometer]

So Eureka was... interesting, mostly in the 'oh God oh God we're all gonna die' sense. Fun, though. And Doug gave her her first solo bag, so there's nothing at all wrong with that.
(Or with the makeouts. Okay, so it's a bit rebound-y on Claudia's part, but oh well.)
When she comes in, she's got a rather 1940s-tastic machine in tow - dials, buttons, levers, vacuum tubes, the works. She's also not paying attention to her surroundings the way she usually does, not until a piece of debris gets underfoot.
"--Hey! I was nowhere near the--" She leaves the bridge device unattended for a moment, in favor of checking the door. It's still there, but - mindful of Tyler's sudden appearance in the Warehouse, and cautious with interdimensional portals as a matter of course - she opens it and sticks her head through first.
She's not sure where's on the other side, but it's definitely not the Warehouse.

"I hate this place sometimes."

Two Guys walk into a Bar.

[landlesslord]

Well. Not quite. There is one Guy is holed up in an otherwise empty booth, referencing the current state of Milliways against the last chapter in the book he is reading.


There is, however, a small face peeking around the Door. He seems to have found the magic room that hides in his home once again. It is a shame that his brother and sisters are not near so that they can see he was telling the truth before.

Still, that does not mean he cannot see if the queenofmay is still here. It's with this in mind that the small boy enters and hovers next to the Door.

[OOC: Two Guys. One dead, one tiny. Have either one, the other or both!]

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[fromtheoldcountry]

Melvin is staring at his own hand. Very intently. More significantly, he's staring at the patch of bare counter right behind it. THROUGH the hand itself.

"Uncle Borgel?"

"Yetz?" Borgel replies through a mouthful of hot dog.

"Remember when you and I first left home?"

"Of course I do, sonny! I may be old, but I haven't gotten soft in the head just yet!"

"Well, remember how I could see through my own hand, and you said that was because we were traveling on the Interstate through time, space, and the other?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Well, I can see through my hand right NOW. As a matter of fact, I can see through pretty much everything. Including your head. And my root beer float. And the person sitting next to me."

"Well, that makes sense," says Borgel. "The whole of time, space, and the other is leaking out into the bar through that crack in the wall. And there's that whole "universe is ending all around us" problem to contend with. So it's only natural that we show signs of being less than fully corporeal. Given enough time, we may cease to exist entirely."

Melvin swallows deeply. He looks as though he's about to cry. "I want to go home, Uncle Borgel."

"We can't."

"I know, the door is gone. You told me. It's just...I'm scared. I...don't want to die."

"I'm scared too, sonny. But there's no sense worrying about it. Everything will work out in the end. Or it won't, and we'll all die horribly. Either way, there's nothing we can do about it. Honestly, you should be used to this sort of thing by now."

"The day I do get used to regular existential peril, will I finally be as crazy as you?"

"Probably not."

And with that, Borgel proceeds to peer through his hot dog like a telescope.

OOC: As of now, everybody in the Bar is transparent and slightly glowy. Everybody is still as tangible as they otherwise would be, but the bar as a whole has taken on a rather ghostly appearance. Post here for reax.

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[fromtheoldcountry]

The most recent disturbing event to haunt the Bar has managed to spook even the normally unflappable Borgel. Which is why he seems especially taken aback when a napkin appears on the now semi-transparent bar.

"Oh, no," Borgel says. "Surely you must mean someone else."

Another napkin appears.

"I'm not a young man anymore, you know!" he protests.

Yet another note materializes.

He sighs. "Alright. If it means Melvin can leave."

He scrawls a note above the bar.


I am an old man who likes to be humored. Let me tell you a story from the Old Country and your first drink is half off.

Also, anyone ordering a shot of Everclear shall be treated to an intense stare of disapproval from me. You probably think you're funny ordering that now that you're all see-through, don't you? Well, you're not. So don't.


OOC: Happy Hour is open as long as it shall be open, until it isn't. Slowtime = hugs.

UPDATE: Okay, thanks for tagging in, those that did. Slowtime can continue as long as it takes.

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[starrydome]

He has been standing outside, staring at the sky. The red sky.

Dagor Dagorath

Were it only that alone. Or the chaos inside. But when he closes his eyes, he feels change upon the air. Whispering in the trees, singing from the water. He feels it in the earth.

It is not his land. This is not his home. And yet it tugs at him.

He reenters the bar, his left arm halfway hidden in his rolled up cloak. He may not be armed, but even fabric makes a better shield than flesh, as Erestor is fond of saying. and whatever is happening here, it is hard for him to not frame it in images of war.

He is cautious, alert, and just a little bit on edge.

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[a1enzo]

Enzo has not been keeping as busy as he'd like. A lot of what's happening, he's not at all sure what to do about. Mostly, he's just Being On Duty.

But since his father has supplied him with a containment field generator, he can at least shield some of the more obvious worrying things.

So he's been wandering the bar and grounds with a device that looks surprisingly like a video game controller, summoning glowing wireframe icosahedra around anything he can smell (meaning energy emission) which can be so surrounded.

Whether they'll work is another matter.


[OOC: Don't worry, the containment fields will be disrupted in time for the main event! Also, any excuse you like for why a given device/phenomenon either would disrupt a field or isn't in a position to be enclosed is totally acceptable.]

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[v_knidh8er]

If the Loompas made, and maintained, a To Do List....it might look something like this:

- Shine floating jewel hovering over Bar
- Spackle the crack in the wall behind Bar
- Spackle the rotting spot by the Lake Door
- Right things wronged in bar due to earthquake
- Right things wronged in the Loompa tunnels due to earthquake 
- Replace the panel by the Lake door when the rot worked its way through the Spackle
- Replace the panel above Bar when the mysterious crack
- Mend the floor by the Karaoke machine
- Give up attempting to fix the rot by the door, and instead install a large potted plant 

At the moment the Loompas are standing in front of Bar, just to the side of the now yellow crystal, and are looking at the newly reopened crack in the wall.

They are sleep deprived, frustrated, at their wits end, and now apparently glowing for no good damn reason.
So of course they're humming, <i>Under Pressure</i> under their breath.