milliways_bar | Feb. 26th, 2012

Feb. 26th, 2012

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"What the fuck," says Riley, succinctly.

He's standing in the doorway in a pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and a hoodie, glasses on and wearing no socks or shoes, bowl of cornflakes in one hand and spoon halfway to his mouth in the other.

alsoagreengrass

Scorpius is not quite sure what's happened but Bar's not speaking and the place is an absolute mess and most everyone he passes seems quite shaken. Except for those few who seem oddly calm...

(Is it even safe to stay? He doesn't know.)

He thinks he'll get the story eventually from someone and hopefully learn that his friends - and everyone, truly - came out all alright in the end.

At the moment however, all he can do is help in what little ways he can.

So. He got a bit of practice with the cottage, right? Might as well put that knowledge to use.

He rolls up his sleeves and starts cleaning.

(With magic and carefully so, that is. He doesn't want anything exploding in his face too, thanks.)

[OOC: Slows quite likely, but the post remains open until it scrolls.]

humourandheart

Ron fell through a hole in the library and it hurt. A lot. He'd swear he was done with libraries, but Hermione's got a bit of a thing for them and so swearing to stay away would mean staying away from Hermione and that just won't do.

~~Being as he's half in love with her and all.~~

But speaking of Hermione -

He's gone and lost her. Again. Stupid hole.

Harry too. But Harry's always missing.

He stumbles into the bar proper with a sore bottom and an aching head and on a search for both.

"HARRY? HERMIONE?" (Is that a Malfoy? Cleaning? He can't deal with that right now - ) "OI, HARRY, YOU UTTER PILLOCK, WHERE ARE YOU."

(Yes, the yelling is not helping his head any, but he's got people to find, okay?)

[OOC: Slows quite likely, but the post remains open until it scrolls.]

poisonwine

Belle isn't expecting a huge mess as she comes whistling through the door. She's expecting chaos, of course, but not of the 'rubble everywhere' variety.

She stops, looking around in surprise. Her hands drop slowly to her sides, but she rights herself, clasping them in front of her body instead. There likely isn't anything her knives can fix going on here. A b room on the other hand, that would be useful.

She sees other people cleaning up, and she nods, moving to a table, checking it for structural soundness. She puts her coffee mug and newspaper down, then begins searching for a broom. She'll no doubt hear the story of what happened, but what's important now is fixing the damage.

She wonders if the waitrats are okay as she begins piling bits of large broken things into an unsupervised bucket.

gone_byebye

There's a patter of feet on the stairs.

"-knew it! I knew it I knew it I knew something wasn't right, Planck's constant is 6.626x10^-34, not 6.63x10^-34! That's why the machine-"

The feet stop.

"Whoa. What happened here?"

gorgonfondness

There's a creak.

Then a cautious peering.

Then the door is opened.

"Well, this is familiar. Backwards but familiar."

Mia is then joined in the doorway by Cepheus. He's halfway hidden behind her, grasping to her skirt. She brushes his hair back on his head.

"Be careful, Cepheus," she says, taking his hand in hers. "It has been rough in here."

"I carfuh, Mama," he insists, walking alongside her as they step into the bar.

aimedforthemoon

Turns out, having two runes for the Norse equivalent of 'karma' a) embedded in your chest and b) helping hold you together in your afterlife give you a pretty okay link to the multiverse.

At least, it gives you a good link as things go BOOM! and whoosh and jolting back into place.

Cue the Front Door being flung open by a tiny, dark-haired woman in a bodysuit.

She takes a good look around, and starts to swear.

In Russian.

Roughly, it translates as 'what the flaming fuck', but you know what they say about swearing like a Russian fighter pilot?

Yeah, Yesfir is demonstrating that right now, if anyone around actually speaks Russian.

Current Mood: ...!

ikissdhimbck

Kate knows it hadn't all been a very visceral dream the moment she pulls herself out of bed. She works her hair into a braid, revealing a collection of bruises and scrapes along her neck and shoulders. Her hair still smells like burnt midden. The cats have been snuffling at yesterday's soiled clothes since she discarded them, ears flattened to all the scents they carry.

The reality of what happened becomes even more clear when she eases her way downstairs. It's still a shambles, and it don't look like Miss Bar or any of the waitrats are back yet. She's itching to get back out to the stables, but breaking the day's fast is going to take a bit more effort. Besides that, there's a good number of people she hasn't seen since the hullabaloo. It'll do her heart good if she can find her friends.

She clears the detritus away from the kitchen doors and props them open.

"If anybody needs food or help, I'm here!"

And a decent cook.

Once she's done with that, she makes a beeline for the stables. Even after yesterday's efforts there's still much to be done to get everything back to normal. Hopefully some of the hands and stock owners will check in. If she's not careful, this worry line between her brows will become permanent.

[ooc: Catch Kate inside, in the kitchen, or out in the stables. Post is open indefinitely. ^__^]

will_scarlett

Will's not quite sure of everything that happened but he knows he's alive. The remainders of the battle can be seen around the Bar and his clothing is coming apart.

He has a slight limp from his last wound but he can't stop smiling. It takes him some time to find another change of clothing upstairs and wash the blood and ichor off himself but not too long.

This isn't a day for being away from people. Soon he's downstairs cleaning up broken chairs and tables and smiling at every one he sees.

(OOC: Catch him on his way up or after he's cleaned up. Slowtime warning for the afternoon.)

missmarybennet

[OOM: Longbourn is the same as it ever was. But Mary is starting to think she might not be so much anymore.

A cloaked and bonneted figure steps carefully through the door of Milliways.

It’s a much different experience this time around. In fact, once she has looked over her shoulder to assure herself that the door is still where it is supposed to be, Mary even smiles.

The smile is quickly wiped and replaced by something like disapproval, though, when she looks around the bar and takes in the state of things.

“What in Heaven’s name happened here?”

It’s a little scary, how much she just sounded like her mother.

[OOC: Off-and-on slowtime may happen throughout the afternoon/evening.]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

[Out of Milliways: back in the Capital Wasteland, life goes on.]

claudiometer

Claudia's four days at home so far have included:

*Welcome-home spaghetti and cookies (nomful);
*going through the whole story with Leena;
*inventory with Pete, who wanted the dish on the nuke-scuttling;
*making both of them promise not to tell Artie just how bad things got (getting rid of the door wouldn't keep Milliways out of her life, and she'd rather know she's going in there as often as possible, kthx);
*reassuring Artie that getting sucked into the apocalypse (all of them) was not her idea; and
*ALL THE SLEEP.

Right now, she's... at home still, actually, trying to research some leads for Artie. But who said that had to stop her from using T-Minus? repositoryBadger is in the house and would definitely not mind some trolling.

basic_powers

So everyone's pitching in to help get the Bar BACK to the way it was before..

Someone's got to feed the army, and that's where the volunteer cooks come in. And someone who's helped set up the meals for tonight, all based off of the concept of 'easy to prepare en masse', 'filling' and 'tasty'.

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL MENU
Meal 1: Bacon Cheeseburger cottage pie with buttered brussel sprouts side.
Meal 2: Gyuudon Rice Bowl with quick pickles and asparagus
Meal 3: Grilled rosemary porkchop with sage stuffing and mixed greens salad
choices of either bread pudding, ice cream, or jello for dessert with any meal

Drink Specials
Tequila Sunrise
Gatorade
Anything on Tap 1/2 off
Meal free if you help out in the kitchen

IF YOU KNOW HOW TO BAKE EN MASSE< PLEASE TALK TO TENDER ABOUT MEAL PLANS. HE NEEDS A BAKER!

queenofmay

[OOM:

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

]

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting by the door of the forge, cleaning weapons.

He's collected all spears, swords, axes, battle-sickles and what have you that he could find strewn about inside and out, and is cleaning and checking them, sorting them into several piles.

Those with his mark

and those made by another. Those that may be sharpened and repaired, and those that need to go back into the fire and be re-forged.

Some of those that he made took quite some dents and are covered in unnameable things, and will still be good again with very little work. All in all, Teja is proud of his work, and the way it helped with the last stand of Milliways.-

There are those dear to him that are still missing, men and beasts alike, but Teja knows where they are: - in Gotland, mostly. And even the Scot he slew without meaning to will, surely, return soon, from his first death?

flip_the_lights

[OOM:

"I saw a universe die."]

a1enzo

[OOM which is so unfinished it hasn't even started yet but the mun can't wait: Enzo, Val, and Tyler escape to Mainframe.]

[OOM: Mourning. Millitimed to before whenever Tyler got back in.]

"It's still there!" A vidwindow can be heard closing behind Enzo as he enters the bar, staring around in amazement.

"It's okay..."

Well, relatively speaking. It's a mess, no question... but that's all it is. It still exists to be a mess.

Enzo releases one enormous whoop of jubilation.

hey35andholding

Clementine's door creaks slightly as it opens and admits one annoyed-looking blonde teenager into the bar. She's wearing a bright pink tee-shirt advertising Georgia(which she hasn't been to - yet) and a long denim skirt with cowboy boots. She's still wearing a stamp from the last bar she went to - an intergalactic one, half-repaired, isn't what she expected.

She looks a little buzzed already as she pulls off her cheap sunglasses.

"Fuck. Did I miss something fun?"

makesmeatease

When Inara enters the bar, she stands there for a moment, blinking. Things are different in here, not...broken, just a mess.

"I have been out of here for way too long." She sighs, stepping over a fallen potted plant.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Two weeks passed for Guppy while he was outside the bar.]

Guppy spent most of today trying to help get the infirmary cleaned up. Mostly, he's just glad the bar is still here.

He comes out into the main bar with a box of miscellaneous broken and jumbled up medical equipment, tips it onto a bedsheet, and tries to see what he can salvage.

The first few pieces he finds look promising but turn out to be part of the coffee machine.

sunbaked_baker

Rae trips and nearly falls when she crosses the threshold of the bar. She wasn't expecting there to be a sill there, since there isn't one between her bakery and the back hallway at Charlie's Coffeehouse. The change nearly made her spill the tray of cinnamon rolls she was carrying.

It's a surprise to see Milliways - not just because it's been a couple of weeks, and there hadn't been any sign of a door until now. Rae hadn't expected to see Milliways ever again, but here she is, and the bar looks... well, trashed, yes, but everything feels normal again. Not at all the way it felt when she last saw it.

It's a bit disconcerting. Though... also quite heartening, in a way.

She takes the tray of cinnamon rolls (fragrant and fresh out of the oven though they are) to the kitchens to see if there's something she can do to help clean the place up. She hopes the rats are all right.

Current Mood: surprised

good_dug

It is a very bedraggled looking dog that drags itself out from under a couch this evening. His fur is sticking up in awkward clumps, still dusted here and there with ash and dirt, and there's something of an unpleasant smell clouding the air around him. Big brown eyes stare hopelessly out at the world as he hangs his head, tail tucked between his legs.

No one has fed him in a whole -- well he's not actually sure, but he's pretty sure it's been a year. Or maybe more like a month. Or a few days. Or, at least, since all of the scary things started happening. To top it all off, his collar doesn't seem to be working, and he was reduced to barking at the last set of legs that wandered by his under-couch haven.

And no one came under the couch to find him.

Dug flops onto his side on the floor, the picture of abject misery. A low whine emanates from his throat, and his tail lies absolutely still without the hint of a wag.

Worst. Day. Ever.

[ooc: *gleeeeeeeeeeeeeees all over the place* as much amazing fun as this is, it is also bed-induced slowtimes! post is open for forever and ever as long as no one minds possible slowness <3]

vance_prime

[OOM, immediately following this:

Gordon comes home.]

27_53

OOM:, immediately after this.

i'm knitting with only one needle
unraveling fast, it's true
i'm driving with only three wheels these days
but my dear, how about you?