milliways_bar | Oct. 31st, 2014

Oct. 31st, 2014

(OOM:

every gal in Constantinople
lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
so if you've a date in Constantinople
she'll be waiting in Istanbul)

gredya

For all your Halloween ambiance needs, there will be a pack of werewolves howling spookily in the forest today.

(As seen in this educational video right here.)

Feel free to try and find them and tell them to shut up, or cower under your blankets in mortal terror, or, you know, whatever seems fun. Or scary.

OOooooOOOooOOOOooooooOOoooooo.

((Like it says on the tin! If you want to play with them, awesome! If you just want a spooky Halloween soundtrack for your character's holiday, Gredya and family are here to provide.))

i_am_your_host

The door opens amid the sound of tipsy laughter and raucous applause, and after having announced an intermission, the Master of Ceremonies enters.

Oh. Who put the evil karaoke machine here? And why is the sound of this low, thumping bass so catchy?

And why has his leather coat been replaced by a black satin cape with a wide and pointy silver collar? It covers him completely, from shoulders to toe -- and speaking of toes, his feet are clad in sparkly platform heels.

Oh, and there's a curly black wig on his head, too.

When the music erupts with electric guitars and horns, he's suddenly compelled to sing:

"How d'you do, I- see you've met my- faithful handyman.
He's just a little brought down because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman."

He moves toward the bar with a bold, confident strut, dragging a chair behind him. As he continues to sing, he sets the chair near a stool. Using the chair and the stool as stairs, he climbs right up onto the bar.

"Don't get strung out by the way that I look,
Don't judge a book by its cover.
I'm not much of a man by the light of day,
But by night I'm one hell of a lover!"

He flings off the cape -- revealing a sequined lace-up corset, an oversized pearl necklace, elbow-length gloves, a garter belt and fishnet stockings. Hands on his gyrating hips, he croons out:

"I'm just a sweet transvestite...
From transsssexual Transylvania, a-ha!"

Patrons sitting at the bar, you might want to move your drinks, because he's strutting and sashaying your way.

[OOC: Fair warning to pups who tag in and are seated at the bar: you will be flirted with in very blatant and physical ways as the Emcee finishes the song. Open forever!]

electro_kinetic

Noriko did not, most assuredly, come down in this.

At the foot of the stairs she's standing, though, looking down at herself in what is a much more revealing costume than she would have ever thought. The skirt at least covers everything it needs to, but there's nothing good she can say about the rest of it being damn near skintight, as well as having genuine bows where none should ever be stuck.

And she's in vinyl go-go boots too. The joys will never end. The only positive thing she can say about this is that there was no naked technicolor transformation scene.

"Seriously, is this the only thing you could think of that goes with blue hair? Seriously?"

hecu_marine

One of these days Shephard is going to learn to avoid the Bar around Halloween. Yesterday was not that day. Either he missed the calendar altogether or he read it wrong, but either way he wound up sleeping upstairs rather than going home and risking a surprise on his morning trip to the bathroom, because a magical change of clothing is a terrible thing to do to a man when he's not yet awake.

So is getting turned out of bed by- well, you know how some people say they've got a spirit animal or spirit guide, whether they do or not? Shephard's happens to be a dead white guy from Arkansas. And you know how Milliways gets around Halloween.

Anyway, point is, Shephard spent an awful lot of time last night either awake or in an extraordinarily vivid dream being made to talk to people he knew had been dead considerably longer than he'd been alive, so when he woke up good and proper this morning, he was in no fit mood for interacting with anybody. When he came down the stairs and his clothing changed on him, all he did was mutter some really unpleasant words in Arabic- don't ask what they were, they don't really translate into English- and go outside for a run anyway.

He's back inside now, in the 1812 uniform Bar gave him, and he's being as happy about it as a man can be; the alternative, a napkin has led him to understand, involved not only the 1812-era uniform but sideburns, and he would really rather avoid that if he can.

Do not come between him and his coffee, but he'll talk to you as long as you don't mind him drinking the whole time.

halfemptyglasses

Mirai had been warned about Halloween hijinx, but she wasn't warned about the method in which it would manifest. She skitters off balance when her outfit shifts completely, her cardigan and dress giving way to-

".......really?! How unpleasant," she swears at the bandages covering her from head to toe.

Hey, can't go wrong with the classics, right?

tire_moi_mes_bottes

Since the stroke of midnight, Milliways has been haunted.

Terrifyingly, eerily haunted.

The reign of the blanket-ghosts is a fearful one, marked by sudden chills and creaking floorboards and people saying "boo" in French accents. That's probably the scariest thing about it. (Or maybe the apparent bloodstains on the ghostly and noncorporeal sheets, but it's only red wine.)

((Two players, two spooooooky blanket-ghosts (one in blue-ticked flannel, very cozy for cold weather). We're both going to be in and out all weekend--take your pick of ghosts, or try your luck if you don't say who you're looking for!))

onceaviking

Eric walked down the stairs two steps ahead of Pam. He'd fetched her to keep her company, or so he told himself. The truth of the matter was that he was going to go back soon, and he had no idea how things were going to pan out. If they were going to pan out.

That it was All Hallows' had escaped his notice. At least until he felt his clothes morph on his body, the denim of his jeans giving way to soft, thin wool, the cotton of his t-shirt giving way to silk. His feet were covered in supple leather, his lower legs were wrapped with colorful woven bands, and there was the once very familiar weight of two leather belts wrapped around his midsection. A thin belt holding a pouch and a heavier belt for a knife. Or a sword.

He looked down at himself. Dark grey pants, woven bands with silver and gold running through, wrapped tightly around his lower legs, a long russet shirt and peeking out beneath it, his favorite tunic. The one that had cost him a small fortune, pale blue silk with swirly embroidery, brought back from the Emperor's City.

He turned and looked up at Pam. Feeling his hair move. Long again, brushing against his shoulders.

{ooc: all other threads will take place after Eric and Pam's. Two Throwback Vamps, two muns. Happy Hallows.}

onceaviking

There is a toddler in the Bar, with a shock of curly blond hair, so light that it is almost white
She is a small child, even for her age, dressed in her very best red dress. It's made of linen and every handmade stitch is made with love.
It's also a little bit dirty, the dress, for she has run away.

She is not supposed to be here.
She is dead. And she is not someone who spends her afterlife in Milliways. And the one she wants to see, won't be able to see her. Can't see her.

But it is the night where one may slip, unseen, unheard, unstopped, through the doorways that are normally barred, and so she did. For she is looking for her big brother.
He promised her that he would throw her into the sky that she might catch a star. They do that often. So far she has caught no stars, but her brother is the best and the strongest and the tallest person she knows. Someday she will.

So now she is here. And she has plain forgotten she is looking for her brother, because the lights are so pretty. She claps her hands delightedly and squeals with joy.

She is here for someone, but she can't find him. And so, perhaps, if someone else is close by, someone who will recognize a ghost for what it is, they might see her. For no child should be left alone, not even a ghost child. A ghost child in a bright red dress.

{ooc: CwDP with a twist. She ought to be in a dream, but small children often end up in places they're not supposed to. Her person is not available (and his dreams are barred to his human dead) and so other people - who sees ghosts for what they are - may talk with her instead. She may just be a happy toddler in a red dress, or the cause of her death may be visible to them. Your call. The linked text contains a further description. Warnings apply.}

intoaman

Someone gave Diaval a a beautiful warm quilt for Halloween. As a result he's curled up by the fire, all snuggled and warm. He might be dozing a bit too.

last_kallig

Ibani was planning on heading back to her own world to report to Darth Zash, but it seems that the Landlord has other ideas.

Ibani looks up as she feels her outfit change. Unfortunately, it's quite hard to see a headdress once it's already on your head. She looks down next, and ponders the dress. It will do, she supposes, it's not like she's going to get into a fight HERE.

Time to find a mirror, maybe. Or a patron who can describe what, exactly, is on her head.

brave_kreyu

The instant Kreyu steps through the door to Milliways her body twists, changes into something small, quadrupedal, and cuddly.

Kreyu roars in outrage at the change, but instead of rattling the windows she sounds a bit like a teakettle on the boil. Her limbs and tail lash at furniture but fail to so much as scratch it. (Well, she IS made of cloth and stuffing right now.)

Kreyu growls something exceedingly foul in a tongue no human has spoken in a thousand years. Maybe you can cheer up the cranky dragon plushie? Or at least buy her a drink?

(OOC: tinytag! Kreyu)

death_gone_mad

When ~~Amascut~~ ~~Sarah Black~~ ~~Keli Raven~~ whoever the redheaded sunkissed woman coming in from Millways' back-grounds opens the back door, she is already dressed like a pirate captain. Well, the fact that she is a pirate isn't so obvious, but anyhow the bar shifts her costume as soon as she crosses the threshold and her red hair turns black as night.

"Damn you, why?" she ask the bar at large. "At least you didn't put me in a corset again. This better change back when I go back outside."

She is willfully ignorant about the theme of the costume and the tiara on her head.

( Because, frankly, she is tired of Bar's Halloween costume shenanigans )

Bar, I need hot meals for my crew. And... wine for me while I wait, with a pinch of the mildest catnip you can find sprinkled in. I want my wits about me. You want my wits intact too," she warns.

"I am not bartending tonight," she adds sternly.

You aren't bartending tonight. :-) a napkin responds, as it pops up with a glass of wine and a note and skull shaped pudding from... "The Łukaszewicz Foundation?"

Eh, she'll check the Halloween tree later.

vance_prime

Halloween has come to the Greenbrier Colony once again. And this year the kids are just old enough to understand, and anticipate, the holiday. Which means that Gordon and Alyx have been hearing "Is it Halloween yet?" on an endless loop for the past week.

But the night has finally come and (mostly) gone, and the Vance-Freeman family is returning home with their candy haul. Or trying to, only to end up in Milliways instead.

The population of the bar has increased by one man dressed as Chewbacca, one woman dressed as Han Solo, twin toddlers dressed as Luke and Leia Skywalker, a hovering robot with blue astromech stripes painted on, and a combat droid with a hand-drawn C-3P0 mask taped to his face.

(It was either this or dress as Muppets.)

[ooc: Three pups and two muns! Open through the weekend or until it falls off the front page, whichever comes last.]

student_of_impossibility

The last time Tavi was in the Bar, he was in a better mood than he had been in at least a year.

That did not last. In Alera, it barely lasted a few hours.

Today he’s rather paler, though at least steady on his feet. When he sees the Bar, some of his determined, confident expression fades into unutterable weariness; the careful eye might notice him lightly rubbing his side from time to time. The state of the Bar—all the costumes—clues him in that it’s another one of those days. “If you do anything ridiculous to me, I will set this place on fire,” he says out loud, if half-heartedly, as he makes his way to his table.

Though he is picking idly at his meal, energy, grief, fascination, excitement, dread, and resolve war for dominance over his expression as Octavian’s attention is fixed almost unhealthily on the Window and the endless destruction outside it.

tipsilyeverafter

Sadie Parker Doyle, bon vivant, toast of the society pages, and reluctant medium, steps in to the bar.

She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

There are ghosts around.

Not in the usual manner of Milliways dead, either. These are actual restless spirits.

If anyone asks her to communicate with the dead, she's throwing her martini in their face.

scarred_grin

Hey look, it's Pyrrha and Egil.

He's a toddler dressed as a butterfly--a blue morpho, brownish on the front and vivid blue on the back, with wings he can move (and is doing so, quite happily). He's even got sparkly blue nail polish on, just like his ~~father~~ favorite big-fox. He likes color.

In contrast, Pyrrha's dressed as a malevolent tree, a narrow and closely-fitted dress in black and dark greys, skirt hobble-width until it flares out below the knee to be the roots. It's been a while since she's had the opportunity to break out the eight-inch platforms and the big goth hair--it makes her proportions more cartoony, considering how tall and angular she is to begin with. It's a costume very well suited to standing around in dramatic, contorted tree poses, but she's not just standing around right now: Teja's going to be meeting up with them, and they've got things to keep an eye on.

She stops to check on the gifts under the tree, and then to put a coin into the jukebox, at which point Egil, excited, darts away, pretending he can fly. "Slow down, puppy," she calls, doing her best to hurry after him--she may be fast, but it's hard keeping up with a toddler when you can only walk below the knee. Feel free to intercept him.

[ooc: going insta-slow on account of a nasty headache from my

winter_arrows costume, but will be back bright and early in the morning!]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Not enough hands.]

The idea of knocking on a lot of strangers doors was a little too daunting for the kids, so Guppy has come into the bar with his three oldest small people in tow.

Coral is wearing a 'spooky girl' dress. Brooke is dressed as the destroyer of the universe. And Fry is wearing his school shirt, a green tie, has a magnifying glass in his pocket and two silver bangles tied together with silver string on his belt. Guppy himself is wearing the skeleton print hoodie Fran got him for Christmas.

The three of them, supervised at a suitable distance by Guppy, approach suitable-looking people with their buckets, to see if there's any chance of getting sweets.

is_the_motion

So there's this amazing looking tree with gifts on it.

Bonnie has never seen such a tree! But it looks like some people are getting cake off it, so she tentatively sniffs a couple of boxes before she picks hers.

Mmmm, pretend bloody glass cake and Blue Mountain Spooky beer.

visible_sariel

Sariel has:

One door to a pandimensional bar, manifested in her closet again--it's been months since it did that!

One mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows in.

One old-fashioned key (surprisingly large, slightly worn, clearly antique) on a length of jet black ribbon. Related, one note--happy Halloween from the Lukaszewicz Foundation? Who?

One working nautical compass and box, chosen from the array of gifts beneath the still puzzling tree someone's put up. Thanks for the 'yes, they're for everyone' tip off given with that hot chocolate, Bar.

One case of shiny eyes for that compass. Can you blame her?

One seat in a comfortable armchair.

Have at.

((OOC: Not feeling marvelous just this very second, but here all weekend.))