milliways_bar | Oct. 12th, 2012

Oct. 12th, 2012

[oom: Tonight on Slenderplot Nightmare Theatre, we bring you the following:

The branches hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
which in our case we have not got.

Featuring extracts from "Naming of Parts" by Henry Reed.]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

So- there's peace with the surviving worker aliens on board the ship, but there's more danger lurking up there than previously anticipated. They're going to have to bring Brotherhood scientists on board in earnest in order to start thawing people out. That or start bringing the pods down to the Citadel to work on. One way or the other. It's going to be a bigger operation than previously anticipated, regardless.

At least both Elliott and the aliens were willing to cooperate. That's something... that's definitely something.

(Even if Elliott is a little more disturbing than Ellen remembers. Sure, he's got reason to want revenge, but-)

Well, anyway. They've got things in order, more or less. Once she gets word through to Elder Lyons and finishes things up on board the ship she can go back to RobCo and get back to work on the robots-

(God, she's suddenly really, really glad she never told Bucky about the death ray. The look on his face after the Gauss rifle was bad enough.)

... well, she's got stuff to do. Maybe if she just takes some time to get her power armor out and spread the pieces out on a table here and work on cleaning out all the crevices and joints for a while she'll feel a little better. Not like it's warm enough to want to go outside, with all the fog out there.

So, yeah, Brotherhood paladin working on her power armor at one of the better-lit tables. Go ahead and bother, she won't mind.

gone_byebye

Not everyone's particularly noticing the cold outside. Just the people with, like, skin. Ray's currently dealing with a leeeeeetle bit of a bodyswap problem (stupid stupid stupid Goetically ensigiled PKE-charged arcanely inked fortune cookies) by spending some quality time out behind the Bar being twenty three feet tall and metal. A temperature change of a few degrees doesn't really affect that too much.

He'd still like to know what happened to the subspace compression field. Or at least whether it's just not applying to him. But for now, he's pleased to note that there are much worse things than temporarily being a really big robot.

He'd still be willing to say hi, of course.

ever_lovin

[Warning for a Slender Man nightmare of domestic disquiet, nothing graphic. Upstairs, Ben makes the mistake of trying to rest.]

Ben is siting by the fireplace and reading Anna Karenina. He's trying to chase away the chill and a poor nights sleep and what's better than a Russian author for that? As he reads he keeps his attention on the room; just cause he's tired doesn't mean anyone's going to get the jump on him. Aunt Petunia didn't raise no easy mark.

[Likely slow for work but I wanted to get this up to.]

claudiometer

A wise man once said that when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's hard to get to sleep. (EB White was totally a wise man; just because Myka would get there by way of the style guide and Claudia gets there from Charlotte's Web makes it no less true.)
Leena made a good dinner last night, sure, but Claudia had still had that sort of a day, which made it hard to shake off the all-nighter she'd pulled researching Artie's former Soviet contact (and Todd, mostly). So she was half asleep when she got this morning's bombshell.
She's not sure what to think of the fact that HG Wells is here to stay, and she definitely doesn't have the spoons for Artie's raging case of DO NOT WANT, and she's a little raw over the whole Todd thing still. So she's chilling in her Cubefall chair, making use of that recliner thing she built in last time around, and poking at something on her laptop.
...or she's asleep. Fancy that. Feel free to wake her up; touch the computer and suffer the consequences.

max_epper

Max has had a tiring day.

He doesn't like the start of term. It has this horrible tendency to interrupt chains of thought and schedules set up over the summer, by demanding that you give a lecture, or speak to some student or another, either about their dissertations, or tutoring the lower years on the basics. He gets why it's important and he never shows this opinion to any of his students, of course. But it is tiring.

So, when Max gets home, he opens the door, walks through and goes to put his coat on the coat rack by the door. Except it's not there. And he's not at home.

So, one lecturer standing, coat and bag in hand, by the doorway, staring.

with_his_tail_high

Something is lurking in Milliways. Something dark. Something quiet. Something sinister.

It's currently stretched out in front of the fireplace.

(What, you were expecting the bloke with the suit and the wavy arms? Pfft. Amateur.)

scots_wolf

Urquhart is lying on a couch, hair pooling all the way to the floor, looking miserable and somewhat out of it.

He's quietly leaking into a handkerchief, and coughing from time to time. Franz the dog is trying to warm his feet, but Urquhart's still feeling oddly cold.-

noteful

Meg asked Bar for a mug of apple cider this evening and got a small velvet bag and a note delivered with it.

So, several minutes later, there is one pleased-looking Meg Ford a table, sorting through the contents of the bag while she waits for the cider to cool enough to drink.

Completely botherable.

braveomaticaya

It's been a while since Tsu'tey has made an appearance in the bar, but today in all his seven-foot-tall glory...he's holding up a small mandrel with colorful tiny beads wrapping around it in a dimensional spiral as he dips the long, thin needle into each bowl to put more colors onto the string.

When he's done with that--and he's spending a fair bit of time on it, as it's for someone he considers special--he'll be putting all the myriad colors of odds and ends into a couple of long necklaces. Completely botherable, so long as you don't sneak up him--though look luck doing that with ears like his.

poins

He had been wishing for this, yet today,
When Poins comes and walks towards the bar
Asking for sack, as ever is his wont,
There is a yellow napkin of thin felt,
So on Ned's face rises bewilderment.
"I may, most noble lady bar, indeed?"
Silence, and then another one, proclaiming YES!

So Poins will take some chalk and boldly write

SACK!!

Upon the board that tells what will be served.
And then he stands, a smile upon his face
That he deems winsome, waiting for customers.

mjolnir_retriever

Thor has... mixed feelings about the warhammer Ellen gave him.

Not about the gift. That, he straightforwardly appreciates. But his own hammer -- the one he wielded like an extension of himself, the treasure and legacy of his ancestors -- has rejected him as unworthy to bear it. Thor is banished to human form, his father dead, war threatening his beloved realm, and much of that is the fault of his own stupidity. It means that holding another hammer feels strangely like trying to cheat his way out of a just punishment.

But it was a gift, in token of friendship and honor, and it's a well-crafted weapon. And his old armsmasters (some of them friends now, or at least they were) would have his hide for owning a weapon he hadn't tested the heft and swing of.

So Thor is outside in the afternoon sunlight, super sledge in one hand, looking around for something to use as a target.

When he was learning as a child, he had reinforced pells of various sorts. But he's seen few of those, and most of them look pretty fragile to his eyes. And he doesn't want to just take out a tree on somebody else's land.

Hmmmm.

(He's well clear of the foggy woods, but not because he knows there's reason to be. It just seems a pretty dumb place to go looking for targets.)

mix_it_up

There are two thoughts that have been building in Asami's mind. The first dates back to her first visit to the bar.

The second is rather more recent.

At the moment, she's taken a seat at the bar with a cup of white tea, a sketchpad, and a pen. She coughs occasionally as she works, but the prospect of having managed to catch a cold this early in the season doesn't bother her nearly so much as what's happening as she sketches. The two thoughts in her mind seem to be brawling across the page, and no matter how she tries to get it right, the simple set of evenly intersecting lines she means to draw seems to come out like the X-shape she saw in the woods.

The fifth time this happens, Asami sighs, and puts the pen down, reaching for her tea instead.

[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls]

guppy_sandhu

It was somewhat difficult to string together the words, given the lack of sleep, but Guppy leaves Teja a note at the bar.

'Teja
Need to talk to you about the weird stuff. More information.
Guppy.'

With that, he lies down on a sofa for a few minutes. Maybe it'll be easier to sleep down here.