(no subject)

[1nv1nc1ble]

Invincible comes in from the Backyard, and the ambient noise in the Bar goes up. OK Go! is approaching outdoor concert levels of volume, and most folks can probably feel the bass line in their chests as he walks past. (With the cacophony of music, it's probably not so much heard as felt.) "I need a pen and paper," he shouts over his own accompaniment. The Bar provides.

( Joshua and/or Claudia Donovan )

"Give this... GIVE THIS TO EITHER OF THE DONOVANS, PLEASE," he shouts. Once the Bar takes the message, he starts looking around for something that could be the origin of this crazyness. (Though what it is, he really doesn't know.)

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[herr_bookman]

Autor's a boy on a mission tonight.

There's a musical plague in the bar which shows no sign of stopping, so he's going to go where it isn't. Clad in green and black and armed with a huge flashlight and several grenades, the kid litters the forest with metal cages in an effort to snare a demon bunny.

Provided he doesn't get eaten, he'll make his way back to his rudimentary campsite: a magic carpet fortified with a trip-wire rigged up with flash bang grenades.

Catch him anywhere, but watch out for traps.

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[claudiometer]

So after talking to Joshua and having dinner last night, Claudia went home and did a little inventory checking. Turned out John Phillip Sousa's baton went walkabout.
Three guesses what it does.
So she's rounded up some gloves and a canister of goo, and heads into the bar--
--only to be greeted by a blast of music.
"Holy balls, this is getting ridiculous," she mutters, but good luck hearing it over the continuing din. In any case, she's keeping an eye out for her brother, or anyone who may know where she can find this stupid baton.

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[damncompass]

Joshua's music is really loud, and getting a bit obnoxious. It's loud enough that pretty much anyone around him can probably hear it quite well.

He's staring at his laptop, and nothing's working. He's more than happy to explain what's up to anyone who wants to know. Just mind the somewhat-cranky and the Lady Gaga.

(no subject)

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You know I'm always willing, ma'am," Steve says to the Bar, "but sometimes I'm a little short on ideas."

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
classic cocktails
Martini, Manhattan, Gimlet, etc.


Steve draws in his sketchbook as he waits for his first customer.

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[gottadealwithit]

 Korra had a word with Bar about the situation, and you know what Bar recommended? EAR PLUGS.

Ear plugs, which Korra has never really had reason to encounter before, are her new best friend and she loves them dearly.

Almost as much as she loves VIKING SNACK: TASTY DRIED FISH. She's at a table enjoying them both very much.

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[forgoodorforawesome]

The door opens, and two out of three On Point Kings enter, the pinker one singing the Date of Birth Song at the yellower one.

"♫ Sweet, sweet The Cheat
Yesterday was the date on your fake ID
But there's still time..." (Keyboard riff.)
"For a Milliways party! ♫"

* * *

Later, after failing to stifle the unicorn, they're out back, snacking and skipping stones across the lake. Maybe you'll stumble across them there.

[Tag at your own risk. Slowtime is always a danger.]

(no subject)

[claudiometer]

Things are about to get interesting over by the fireplace.
Once they've got the baton, Claudia wastes no time in grabbing it, opening the canister of goo - "Now's not the time, Joshua, I can get you some to poke at later if you really want" - and getting ready to drop it in.
"I recommend ducking and covering. Definitely covering, but this thing's been bouncing around so long and affecting so many people, the light show's gonna be big."

(Regulus has no idea what in Merlin's name she means, but he covers his eyes regardless; presumably, he'll be fine still sitting on the couch.)

With that, Claudia drops the baton into the goo, puts the lid on the canister, and ducks.

There's a HUGE flash of golden light emanating from the canister; it lasts for fifteen or twenty seconds and ends with a small shock wave.

And with that? The music is gone.
(Well, unless someone turns on the sound system.)

(no subject)

[mr_gaeta]

[OOM:

It followed me home, can I keep it?
Or: Gaeta makes a new friend.]

(Warning for depressive ideation and some disturbing nightmare imagery.)