milliways_bar | Oct. 31st, 2013

Oct. 31st, 2013

Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it,
Probably just stare, happy just to be there
Holding your face

Could you beam me up?
Let me be lighter, I'm tired of being a fighter
I think a minute's enough
Just to beam me up

death_gone_mad

Really, with the zombies and the building frustration from little conversations flitting this way and that, just out of her reach, she should have known to stay away from Milliways in order to avoid this damned holiday.

But it's not like the time at home is synced up at all with the time here. And this time of year is just as annoying here as it is there.

At least she can breathe this year. And she isn't a walking advertisement for the bar's charitable funds.

In summary, M'gann M'orzz is idly pitching pinecones into a huge bonfire out back. Sure, it's cold outside, but it's annoying inside. And the fire is nice. The fire is always nice. So useful.

Uh oh...

justdyedit

She should have known better, really. After the whole kid thing, she should have known to expect something, but Jess is ever hopeful, or foolish, that her life will have some normalcy. Which is why, when her center of balance and angle of view changes so completely, she yells out, "Oh COME ON!"

neverbelievedintheend

Stacker Pentecost doesn't come to Milliways as often as many patrons. He doesn't remember a lot of the initial warnings about the place's sense of humour. His calendar isn't even close to the Bar's. And he never really celebrated Halloween anyway.

Which adds up to a very armored, very bewildered Marshal Pentecost when he steps through the door. Soneone care to explain his new duds?

wish_monger

[OOM: Just on the other side of the door...]

When he steps through, into his closet, he knows something is amiss even before his eyes register his surroundings. Being so immersed in magic, for as long as he has, he knows its feel most intimately. He can feel it wash over his body, but the feel is much different than what he knows. Despite his fear, he knows this is no seraphim glamor.

He looks and sees humans, so many humans, and fights a wave of panic as he steps back into shadows. Confused and disoriented, he reaches over for the door he just stepped through but fails to find the handle. Had he entered the wrong door? But no, if that were so he would be in the antechamber not the human world.

For any who happened to be looking when he entered, there was a brief glimpse of a ram-headed, leonine-legged man before the Bar's magic changed him to a tall man, dark of skin, in a nicely tailored suit.

[Tiny tag=Brimstone]

damncompass

Joshua's chilling in the bar in a chair by the door, opening it and letting people through when they approach him about the party. He has a small table with a notice on it: Warehouse Party This Way! mostly for people who don't know who he is.

Come on over! Warehouse parties promise to be fun.

[ooc: PARTY POST OPEN! Come on over and have at, everyone! Post will be open until it's done. Anyone's welcome at any time. If you have questions, let

minkhollow or I know. I won't be available much until the evening, but I'll tag up threads then. OOC questions, please see this backroom post.]

bloodyvirgo

[OOM: I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need]

Edited by John Egbert at ???????? (local) Revert

aaaaaaaagh_sky

The door opens and something that looks very much like a Mercury Seven astronaut (so long as one does not look too closely at the logos and emblems) walks in.

"Oh well. At least I've worn this thing before," comes Ellen's muffled voice. "Guess it's still Exodus here."

She's going to be taking a few minutes to either get the helmet off or open up the visor, but either way she's plenty available after that.

1nv1nc1ble

[OOM: Time passes. It does that when you aren't paying attention. Contains unpleasant, possibly triggery, nightmare imagery.]

The door opens, and a fine example of the North American Teenager enters, speaking to someone behind him, "I'll be right out; I just want to put one last bit of graffiti on the bathroom walls." A disapproving voice responds, and he laughs. "I'm kidding, Mom. I'll be right out."

Three things are apparent about Mark Grayson as he stops and realizes that he's not in the Men's Room of the Reginald velJohnson High School lobby. First, he's wearing the black polyester robe that most American teens wear to graduation (though the accompanying mortarboard is missing). Second, he has a diploma clutched in his hand. And third, he has a resplendent black eye.

"Whoa," he says, stopping and looking around. "Bar outta nowhere."

One quick trip to the bathroom later, he sits at the Bar. A Coke float with chocolate ice cream appears before he can say anything, with a celebratory card ("Congratulations, Graduate!"). "Thanks," he says, grinning. "How long's it been?"

The answering napkin gets raised eyebrows. "It's Halloween?! Man, I have been gone for a while. As, I don't even have a costume...."

A new mortarboard appears, along with a note: You get a pass. Congratulations.

"Thanks. I guess." Mark puts the mortarboard on, swings the tassel to the right side, and enjoys his post-graduation float. Feel free to congratulate him, ask him why he's dressed as a grad for Halloween, or anything else.

hecu_marine

Shephard doesn't do Halloween voluntarily. Let's get that settled right off the bat. Folks back in Rowlesburg and the Greenbrier've been getting ready for the holiday, mostly because they can, so he's helped with that some. He's been working more closely with Manny Redondo and the rest of the Mexican and Latin American contingent who didn't go back to their homelands, though. Once they explained the difference between Dia de los Muertos celebrations and Halloween to him, their observances seemed more up his alley. Either way, he didn't intend to come to Milliways, because he's been there on October 31st more times than he really cares to remember. He doesn't trust the Bar not to take away his pants again.

The thing about the Bar is that if it wants you, it will find you. This was supposed to be the men's room. It's not. And he was supposed to be wearing his old fatigues.

He's not.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, BAR?"

... at least he has pants.

daringyoungman

[OOM: Halloween in Gotham City

In which two promises are made.]

[DCU!Dick. Some dialogue by Jeff Loeb.]

whatisastiles

[oom:
But most nights I stay straight and think about my mom
Oh God, I miss her so much]

street_sparrow

The moment Gavroche steps through the painting door, he suddenly finds himself wearing Starfleet uniform - not completely to his displeasure.

He hasn't noticed what's happened to his hair yet.

unglitched

"You just had to put me in a poofy pink dress, didn't you?" Vanellope sighs to no one in particular.

One candy princess inna Bar, but it's not the one you think it is.

balancingminds

Charles hasn't been thinking about Halloween, its a holiday he's never been that interested in. Though he does appreciate how it loosens up options for Raven, the idea of monsters and so many of them bothers him, but the parties are enjoyable.

When he comes downstairs and suddenly finds his clothing tighter, he looks down and sighs before going over to Bar. She presents him with his tea and a smiley face napkin, he tries to loosen the cravat but it stays put as he says, "Well, at least I'm probably the height of Regency fashion."

Then he turns around to observe the other costumes, it seems his is one of the simpler shifts, which he is grateful for. There's been quite a lot of unexpected shifting this October but it still is far better than the last time he was here in October.

(OOC: Charles is passively listening. Please include your character's thoughts in the narration or a reason he wouldn't hear them. Thank you. A better look at the costume is here.)

abitofawildman

If Bumi had been introduced to Halloween the last time it came around Bar-wise, it was an event that didn't stick firmly in his mind.

Based on how his clothing shifts when he walks through the door today, it's pretty fair to say he won't be forgetting it anytime soon.

The first hint that something drastic had occurred was the slight chill that ran down his spine.
This was due in part to the shifting of his attire, as well as the loss of the hair on his head. His United Forces overcoat has been replaced by traditional Air Nomad Robes, the kind of which his father favored, and his brother wears now.

It's not until he brings a hand up to scratch at his now-absent unruly hair that he catches sight of the blue pigment on the back of his hand.

Bumi stares at the back of both hands with a look of confusion that shifts to horror.
And then he swears.

He swears a lot.

knightoftheswan

[Not-Quite-OOM: The Wordless Conversation]

The Knight is sleeping against a tree out by the lake.

When he wakes up, he'll find he's not quite the same knight he was before his impromptu nap. His clothes are pure white and a helmet with a visor in the figure of a horse sits atop his head. There's a reason the classics are classic.

He lifts the visor, not sure if he's more curious or annoyed. In truth, part of him even likes it.

sunbaked_baker

Sunshine comes down for supper early this afternoon. She certainly notices the bar room is full of (even) odd(er) people today, but it doesn't click for her what day it is until she reaches the bottom of the stairs.

At that point, she couldn't ignore it if she tried. She is, however, glad the transformation waited until the bottom of the stairs, so she had a better chance at not tripping with sudden billowing skirts, armored breastplate, and the weight of a sword at her side. Putting her hand to her forehead, Rae lightly touches the gem-weighted gold band encircling her head.

"Oh right," the lady warrior in golden armor and billowing red skirt says, smiling. "Halloween."

(ooc: About to disappear for a bit, but wanted to get this up! Will be around for threading on and off this evening. <33)

Current Mood: amused

morethanprops

Moist comes down the stairs in a fairly good mood then almost trips as he looks down at his outfit.

Then he curses in a couple of different languages before walking to the counter, this is cold and though not too uncomfortable, its awkward. He's walked in shoes with heels before and he is wearing trouser though they're rather tight, its the corset that's strangest. The wig is a bit much but won't come off when he pulls it.

Bar gives him a note saying Happy Halloween, a plate of cookies shaped like a castle, a bat and a wolf which makes him curse again, but he does get his drink.

always_the_moon

The back door crrrreeeeeeeaks open ever so slightly. It admits both a gust of cold October wind and a strange blue mist--a mist that faintly glows and seems filled with tiny, twinkling lights.

The mist does not dissipate, nor does it simply move with the wind as mist is wont to do. Instead, it winds its way through the room, slipping beneath tables and coiling around the legs of both furniture and patrons. As it reaches Bar herself, it rises up and over the countertop, coalescing on the far side into the shape of a jet-black alicorn mare, her body lean and armored, her green eyes cold and glittering, her mane and tail still flowing around her like mist.

( cut for image and weird text fx )

Current Music: Alice Cooper - Welcome To My Nightmare

herr_bookman

Lipstick. Blue dress. Feather boa. Fishnets. Gloves.

"Okay, what the hel--ah!"

Flimsy ankles wobbling in his glossy pumps, the boy takes one step, two, and he's down, down--and hastily straightening his skirt.

cape_and_wizard_hat

Trixie was upset at first when her intended costume was replaced by Milliways, but she came to realize that a costume was just a costume. Besides, she had to be sure the performace she promised went off perfectly. Thus, she accepted it.

But now was the time to gather people so she can tell her Nightmare Night story, so she swaggers into the bar, only she... doesn't look like herself. Those who know Twilight might be able to tell somethings up due to the paper over the cutie mark, or the different body language, or even the fact that the voice coming out is not Twilight's voice.

"Attention, everypony! There is a matter of huge importance! Trixie wishes to grant you a dire warning! The warning... of Nightmare Night and how it came to be!"

That should get everyone's attention. And once she feels a good number of people are paying attention, she tells her story, laced with a good amount of illusions and other magical spells to make the experience all the better.

( Heed the warning of Nightmare Night )

says_the_booyah

The plan was to come from the Titans party for the local kids, where Cyborg was dressed as Abe Lincoln with a sword in his back, like on that old sci-fi show. The Bar had other ideas.

"Buh?"

Pause.

"Am I a walking tree?"

Oh well.

The man that thinks he's a plant heads to the Bar, and decides that he'll still have a milkshake. Which might be a bad idea.

thekidfrombrooklyn

When Steve enters the bar, he looks pretty much like he normally does.

The Bar, it would appear, wants him much more...bare.

"Oh," he says faintly to his new get-up--especially the long braids. "This is...different." Not to mention a little chilly.

golden_lyre

Orpheus, it would seem, has finally run out of luck when it comes to Milliways Halloweens. He hasn't previously been anywhere near as transformed as he is tonight.

He's...not sure how he feels about it--the dress and heels aren't helping--so he heads straight for the bar and asks for a stiff drink.

road_to_calvary

Valjean was warned this sort of thing happened. He cannot say he was not. He had intended to avoid the bar if possible - but he is hungry, and also has to pass through it if he wants his evening walk.

Still. The result...well, it could have been worse? He could be uncovered in some way.

'...good grief.'

He did not know it was possible to make trousers this colour. And sincerely hopes no actual leopards died to make this shirt.

waco_jim

Jim awakens today as he usually does - at the crack of early afternoon. He's still blinking slowly as he ambles down the stairs for his two-o-clock bourbon.

He feels a tightness around his eyelids when he reaches the bottom - a set of mad scientist's goggles. He smiles as he remembers the date - and smiles again when he gets a good look at his hands.

"Black and white and everything. Madam Bar, you have truly outdone yourself this year."

acts_of_gord

When life hands you lemons, and you are not Cave Johnson, you make lemonade. When life takes one of your eyes and drops Halloween in your lap, you make... well, really bad metaphors. We were going somewhere with this, we promise.

Basically, Gordon decided to play to his newfound visual strengths for the recreation of Halloween going on at the Greenbrier and put together a pirate costume. Alyx decided to play along, and as for the twins, well... they make a very cute monkey and parrot.

Bar seems to approve of this, so when Gordon opens the door, there's no change whatsoever to any of their costumes. Which is just fine by him.

Come and say hi!

[OOC: Two muns, two pups, tag both or either!]

chrysopteron

Conversations with dead people. Sort of.

awesome_binomial_theorems

When Moriarty walks into the bar today, he is dressed like he's just come out of giving a lecture: Black suit, waistcoat, cream cravat, black gown settled loosely on his shoulders.

He makes it about three steps before he changes into something he's just not totally comfortable with.

"Madam Bar," he says softly, taking in the other people in costume. "What is this?"

A book on Sparta appears.

Moriarty pauses. Flicks through a few pages. Tries very hard to avoid hiding beneath a table because ohGlorianatheimpropriety.

"I'm not a historian, but I'm not sure Spartans ever wore anything like this."

There's a pause. He changes again.

"Madam Bar. I cannot move. Or see."

Another pause. With an air of distinct cheer, Bar changes him back to the first costume.

Moriarty considers this, while the blush steadily spreads. "One day," he remarks gently, "I will take my revenge upon you, Madam Bar. There shall be much weeping and lamentation on that day."

cook_the_rude

When Doctor Hannibal Lecter enters the door of Milliways tonight, his hair is long, and he is wearing late 18th century clothes.

There is no way of telling whether this is an intentional disguise or a trick of the bar. He does not show surprise, at the very least.

Instead, he walks up to the bar and orders a glass of wine.

oldsugartooth

Caius enters through the front door. Unlike on most occasions, he actually means to this time. Though he must admit, the complete change of wardrobe is something of a surprise. Even for this place. His simple black peasant's clothes have been replaced by something decidedly foreign, tied together by a strange garment around the neck.

"What in the nine hells?"

He takes a step back, unsure of what manner of magic is at work. He runs his hand through the top of his head.

Huh. There's an awful lot that hasn't been there in a while.

"Well," he says, still astonished, "I can't say this is wholly unwelcome."

moonandstar

They don't celebrate Halloween in Tamriel. Indeed, they've never heard of such a thing. So Garyn doesn't think to make the connection between the in-bar calendar date (they're two months ahead, and the months have different names here anyway) and the variety of strange folks in the bar today. It isn't much stranger than the clientele usually looks. He thinks nothing of it.

Until he brings the glass of mazte to his lips and sees the oozing, rotted flesh.

"By the Nine, what the HELL is happening to me!?!?"

He rises and stumbles backward out of his chair, holding his arm for a moment as though trying to run away from his own limbs.