(no subject)

[death_gone_mad]

[oom: Not so immediately after leaving Milliways to face its impending doom (due to the timey wimeyness of the front door failing), the end of the universe ends.]

[Millitime is so broken]

(no subject)

[vance_prime]

When Alyx comes into Milliways today, she is presented with a large rucksack with a note pinned to it.

Alyx reads the note, and takes out the--okay, no she doesn't, the device itself is way too heavy to pull out of the bag without help. Instead, she fishes around until she finds the holo-reader, and starts the laborious process of reading the extremely dry operations manual.

She's probably gonna be here for a while.

[ooc: Created for a plotty thread, but not plotlocked in the slightest! Open until it scrolls.]

First Entry: Walking Into The Wrong Bar

[half_grendel]

The door to the bar opens, and a pale, dark-haired young man in a a black leather jacket, a long-sleeved black T-shirt emblazoned in red with the words EAT ME, black jeans and black sneakers slouches in.

Unlike most people, he doesn't look surprised at the sight of a bar. He barely spares anyone seated at the tables, the booths or the bar herself a glance; he just trudges toward the counter as if he's expecting to go back there and mix drinks.

"Hey, Ishiah," he calls out as he approaches the counter, "where're all your waiters today? I don't see so much as a pinfeather. Is today a national holiday for peris?"

He pauses as if expecting an answer--then frowns, as he doesn't get one.

"Ish?"

No answer. Frowning, he scans the room, plainly looking for any sign of what's wrong...and then he spots the Observation Window.

"What. The. FUCK?"

Even as he's saying this, he's reaching under his jacket for a handgun. This has less to do with a desire to harm anyone who happens to be inside the bar and more to do with the fact that there is a goddamned APOCALYPSE outside and he wants to be armed and ready when he finds the thing that blasted the Ninth Circle into outer space and has somehow triggered the meltdown of the universe.

Feel free to talk to him, interrupt him, disarm him and/or arrest him.

***


(Basic info on Caliban "Cal" Leandros is available here; physical description--including smell--is available here. Also, because he does this in canon, he's carrying multiple weapons (a tekko in his left pocket, at least one knife at the back of his jacket, and two handguns, one of which is a Glock strapped to his ankle) and the handgun he's reaching for is his favorite weapon, a loaded black matte Desert Eagle.)

(no subject)

[not_his_pa]

William's found the hardest part of waiting for his father and Katya to show up is how familiar it feels. Though this time, he doesn't have papers to look over and casualty lists to read just rebuilding and stable work to keep him busy and a door to watch.

He tries to spend most of his day in the stables as it feels like home, which he misses but he can't go yet. Notes are fine for some things but he wants to see his father before he goes home.

Today he can be found doing various chores around the barn with Horus in his pocket until the late afternoon.

Then he goes inside to gets some food before he sits eating on the back porch as Horus plays with his bootlaces and he looks over the slowly healing ground. He's not quite ready to go back inside and watch the door.

(OOC: Catch him in the stables or on the back porch. And all threads are now timed to before the one with Antinoos due to them fighting.)

(no subject)

[missmarybennet]

[OOM: There's a strange sort of sting in being denied something you don't even want.]

Mary had been heading to her bedroom, but the fact that the door has deposited her into Milliways only slows her down for the barest instant. Mary marches briskly across the bar, looking neither right nor left, hoping not to catch the eye of anyone she knows. Or anyone she does not know.

If ever a storm cloud looked as if it were about to cry, it would look like Mary Bennet.

She’s really not sure what feels worse. That Mr. Collins (who even Mary would acknowledge is no particular prize, if forced to be honest) would not even spare her a second glance, much less serious consideration. Or the knowledge that she had half-way wanted him to. Because Mary knows that if Mr. Collins had asked her to marry him, she would have said yes. He was as acceptable as any other, she would have been securely wed, and been a heroine to her family. What possible reason would there be for her to refuse?

But no one would ever think to ask her.

Without pause, Mary goes directly outside, heads straight down to the lake, and plomps herself down on the first largish rock, determined to just sit and be miserable for a while.

(no subject)

[noteful]

Meg Ford has a wedding dress.

Oh, not on her, or even with her.

That would be a silly.

But she's found one.

And it's perfect.

It's absolutely perfect.

So.

Meg Ford, chair by the fireplace, brilliant smile.

(no subject)

[braveomaticaya]

The blue-skinned alien boy is back in the bar today, many tiny and multicolored beads spread on the table in front of him, along with the large bracelet he's almost done with. He's not sure it will appeal to Grace, but is moderately sure it will fit her Avatar, at least. The smaller, greener one he's trying to size to fit a human arm is proving harder to eyeball. But he knows she has such bright red hair that the many shades of greens and browns should compliment it.

Entirely botherable.

(no subject)

[igetthatalot]

Oh, hey, so that's what it looks like when a dwarf the height of a nine year old boy with the proportionate mass of a professional rugby player realizes he's forgotten something. Bet you didn't know Varric could leap over the-

Ow. Well, nobody said he could leap over the bar well.

"I'm all right," comes the muffled voice, and a bit later the sign goes up:

Special:

Anything that does not remind me of Orzammar

Those of you who are into the taste of fermented lichen are just plain out of luck.

Right, well, some days you get happy hours like that.