milliways_bar | Jun. 6th, 2015

Jun. 6th, 2015

It's noon. Or as close to noon as the asteroid on which Milliways was built ever gets. And as the not quite real sun heaves itself to directly overhead, the change sweeps over the building, inside and out. The entire Bar- walls, floor, furniture, everything- breaks out in a profusion of Legos, Capselas, Meccanoblox, and every other construction toy imaginable. And Ellen, who had been doing her best to arrange a dialog with some very peculiar people in post-atomic Philadelphia and now is in desperate need of some Nuka-Cola to clear her head, finds herself dropped directly behind the Bar. A vidwindow pops up in front of him, and in front of every other patron to enter:

Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)

Ellen's has the additional line:

Since we're a bit low on Cybertronian patrons this year, you got nominated to do the explaining.

Ellen would say something about this, but she's got vidwindows popping up in front of her. ( And while some of them are okay she's looking less than thrilled overall. )

"WHY DOES HE KEEP SHOWING UP ON MY LIST OF OPTIONS?"

i_am_your_host

The Master of Ceremonies enters to find the entire bar littered with toys of the building blocks variety. And when he approaches the Bar, he is presented with a screen. And then he remembers with much glee that this is the time when people can choose to be something else!

Because robots or somesuch. He doesn't quite get that part.

But he has these choices: a peacock (beautiful, but that tail is hardly practical); a robot wearing a bow tie and suspenders (um, no); and last year's most popular reconfiguration, a flapper girl.

Well, he knows how he is going to spend the next three days.

Click!

In the blink of an eye, there stands at the bar a woman with jet black bobbed hair and crimson lips, wearing a fringed red dress with fishnet stockings and t-strap heels. With an exuberant giggle she spins around once, the bangles on her wrists jingling, before leaning back against the bar and eagerly scanning the room for anyone she knows.

gods_that_haunt_me

A very tall, lanky Viking enters the bar.

Floki's first reaction is genuine surprise, because even though he's been here before, it's been at least four years since any of his doors opened up to the magic place.

His second reaction is...well, more surprise, because what in Hel's name are all these little blocks doing everywhere?

A screen at the bar is even more startling. A voice explains that today is a holiday, and that he has three days to choose to change into another form.

Why would he want to do that? This magic is strange.

But he looks at his options anyway: a spindly robot; an aye-aye; a stork; or some kind of dragon called a Velociraptor.

(Is someone trying to tell him something?)

Fortunately, he doesn't have to make a choice right now, or at all, if he doesn't want to.

These blocks, though. They fit together. Like little bricks without the mortar.

omfg he can build things with them

Floki will just be over here, building all the things.

electro_kinetic

It's that time of year again.

Noriko expects the viewscreen this year, and peruses it when she comes to the bar for cookies (pignoli, and thought weirdly chewy they are delicious) and matcha, considering. They're not altogether outlandish, and the fact that she thinks that says a whole lot about how long she's been coming to Milliways, but there's the requisite robot, which she's done before and was not, actually, all that fun, and there's the genderswap(fun but really, really weird), and one she's never taken.

As she's deciding, Noriko smiles, and requests a few items; a hanging plush hammock about the right size for what she'll be, and a little name tag that goes on her leg, able to be clamped with her beak, hopefully (since not being able to speak seems like it'll be a problem).

And a minute or two later, there's a small parrot on the bartop, flapping along as she gets used to having wings and no hands.

makesthings

Sameth loves Cubefall and when he finds it inside the door instead of his room, he laughs. He doesn't even go to the counter to see his options but searches for an empty table. When he goes by the furnace, he looks at a piece that's he's been crafting, a fish, that's nice but he's unsure of and he throws it into the fire.

After the furnace, he spots a seat and sits down to begin building. He wants to work on movement and when he discovers there are motors that fit within the blocks, he begins on different configurations ranging from cars to birds to fish to horses.

never_shall_yield

Javert does not know what the date is here, nor does he consider it when he steps through the front door with a face like thunder. He is holding a rag to his left forearm - which reveals a nasty burn when he checks it a moment later - and simply raises his eyes to the ceiling and mutters a curse to whatever dragged him in. He had thought he was finished work for the day, but evidently not. There are things to be seen to here that he will not ignore.

So, the usual rounds. Stables, paddock, building site. His room to shower - he has a shower now! - and then finally, to the Bar.

She gives him a cake.

'...Madame, we have spoken about this before. Why do you insist on-?'

Another appears. And another. He counts nine, plus his. Then another, which is pink, and a small one with what looks to be an iced replica of the gun he carried that day on the barri-

Oh.

'It is not a day to celebrate,' he mutters at Bar, who entirely fails to give the appearance of caring, and does not remove any of the cakes. In the end, all he can do is pick his up, along with a plain dinner and a bottle of wine, and say, 'thank you, I suppose.'

She provides a first aid kit for the burn, and white pills he does not understand, which might be a way of saying 'well done' for managing to say something polite.

Javert eats the dinner, but not the cake. He mostly looks at it, and drinks wine, and eventually finds some paper to draw on. He meant to work on the windows for the church, but it is Paris that appears instead. Faces whose names he doesn't know - but means to find out - guns, soldiers. A barricade. A bridge. Valjean.

Well. There are some anniversaries that allow a man to be maudlin.

[OOC: Here on and off for the next ten hours, or so. Slowtime is love after that. Catch him on entry, or working outside, or being broody and sad in the bar afterwards. Yay almost-death anniversaries! <3]

thewidewideworld

The door opens and a beautiful youth of indeterminate age and sex drifts in, blonde hair floating like a cloud. Dressed in smoke grey furs over a long white shift and reddened lips, the youth drifts towards the fire, seeking warmth. Perhaps a little drunk, perhaps a little high or perhaps just tired, the youth wavers a little.

{ooc: Notes on Sinric's physical appearance can be found here. Feel free to mistake him for a woman, he is very feminine and enjoys playing to that. Trigger warnings for his past can also be found on journal profile.}

[tiny tag - Sinric]

student_of_impossibility

Tavi is in full armor when he comes in today (and don't ask what that green stuff smudged all over him is); in fact, the first thing he does is pull off his helmet and pinch the bridge of his nose tiredly. While he does, the Cubefall vidscreen pops up on cue. For a long moment he just stares at it in utter incomprehension before sighing explosively. “Your sense of humor has been duly noted and appreciated. Go away. I will play, but not this game, all right?”

Which is why not long after a table has been pulled over to a booth, and both are covered with bits and pieces of LEGO Mindstorms, with six and a half feet of armored not-quite-Roman fiddling with them. He might be in his twenties now, but the brilliant smile on his face is as excited as any LEGO- and robotics-loving eight-year-old’s. The almost-forgotten plate of cookies next to him reinforces the near incongruity.

Tavi is playing with robots.

Hiding may be advisable.

iambetadraconis

When Rabastan enters the bar, and takes note of its current state, he realises that it's been a while since his last visit.

Taking note of all the changes - as well as the sudden assortment of robots, animals and people clearly not who they usually are - he makes his way over to Bar to get his vidwindow.

He's a bit of a veteran at this, and doesn't need much help with anything.

What he needs to do is decide on what he's going to be this year.

After Rabastan has made his decision, who should arrive but Rarity and Scootaloo? Who also are reminded that they've been gone a while.

Scootaloo wastes no time at all in making her selection, and has made her way over to a large pile of blocks and begins assembling ... something best described as "abstract art".

She doesn't care what it is. The fact that she's got thumbs for the next three days is much more important.

Rarity on the other hand, is trying to ask Bar to find her a suitable set of fashionable attire before agreeing to anything.

Neither Strength nor Wheel are too worried about when they last visited the bar. Time's not as important to immortal beings, but it doesn't mean they don't appreciate a visit now and then.

Just like Rabastan, Strength and Wheel are old hands at Cubefall, and politely decline reconfigurations, while Strength's lions take up the offer given.

Once Shujaa and Utani have resumed their human forms for the year, the quartet moves about the bar, making note of all the new faces that have appeared since they'd been here last.

52_dropoff

Charlie looks at the array of options. A woman, a cat, some sort of robot...the usual. Only one really seems like it meets the requirement of "something that flies" he and Minx discussed. This. It's a bit outre. But if she has a similar option, he's willing to go with it.

[ooc: Open to all, but any responses are timed to after the thread with Minx.]

works_in_space

Longtime denizens of the Bar might remember a creature named Nahrat. A member of a remarkable silicon-based lifeform known as the Horta. So perhaps those old time patrons will think Nahrat is back.

But it's actually someone else who remembers Nahrat. His former commanding officer, Jim Kirk. And given the chance to be horta for three days, Jim feels like he ought to see what it's like. To trade carbon for silicon, and a human larynx for a voder. It's definitely strange. But sometimes, it's not enough to seek out strange new life. Sometimes, you should BE strange new life.

bigarmy_strangepants

The entire bar is changed today, which causes Ragnar Lothbrok to stare when he comes downstairs.

There are colourful things, and a very strange furnace, and -- toys?

It doesn't make sense.

He walks to the bar, and instead of breakfast, he gets a screen, showing pictures.

A machine that looks a bit like a dog, but only a little bit
A great, fiery bird
A lovely hound that looks somewhat like Athelstan's Fiachra, but with shorter fur
A smaller black bird
A Viking woman who looks a little like Ragnar's aunt, only much younger

Ragnar turns around because Athelstan had left his own room at the same time Ragnar had left his.

"Athelstan?" he calls out, seeing him on the stairs. "Do you have any idea what all this is about?"

[[OOC: Two muns, two pups, Cubefall! Say whom you want, or you'll likely get both.]]

street_sparrow

Gavroche comes to the Bar and is presented with both a vidscreen and a small cake with an iced gun on it.

The vidscreen is temporarily ignored, though he doesn't dismiss it completely, in favour of looking at the cake with a mixed expression.

(He'll eat it eventually.)

Half-unconsciously, under his breath, he murmurs, "Do you hear the people sing?"