Fight Club

[notapilot]

It's that time again. Sam puts up the notice on the board and leaves flyers with Bar (as well as asking her politely to translate for anyone who asks).

Fight Club Outback tonight:
Rules are simple
1-Fight friendly
2-Be honest with skills and abilities
3-Break off the fight if it's getting serious
4-Square areas are for sparing with weapons
5-Circle areas are for sparing hand to hand
6-Any area (square or circle) that also has a triangle is for teaching

There are enchanted/high tech weapons available for use that will heal when they strike. (Weird, yes, but I've tested them so I know it's true.)
Security and Infirmary staff are present, but please try not to need us. This is for fun and not grudges.

[OOC: See this backroom post for OOC rules. Feel free to contact me via DM if you have questions or concerns. I may not be able to tag in Sam until later, but feel free to start your own matches and thread hop.]

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[herr_bookman]

Autor's out carving a trench into the earth today, expanding the asparagus-strawberry garden. His shirt has been cast aside, and his skin shines with a thin sheen of sweat. A streak of dirt marks his ruddy face, and his hair, which has been growing a bit long, is pulled back in a short ponytail.

He stops to wipe the sweat off his brow with his wrist, and closes his lips around the nozzle of a bottle of water, letting some of the cool liquid trickle down his bared throat to his trim, rising chest.

Then Autor's back to work, sliding his hand along the shaft of the wood. He digs his bare toes into the earth, striking a powerful stance. He lets the sun beat down on his shoulders and avoids the feathery top growth of the asparagus plants as he chops into the soil.

Catch him handling his hoe or down on his knees, weeding.

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[explosive_artist]

[OOM: Tion ke'gyce ner kad al'ijaat?* Or Sabine decides where to call home.]

Sabine enters Milliways feeling as if she's escaped a gravity well. Funny thing how passing through a moral challenge can do that.

Taking a seat at Bar and ordering a mug of caf and a plate of something to nibble (Bar gives her for fried paradoxes), she also gets a strange device. After reading the text file that's on the screen, she sets aside the notepad and colorstick she was going to doodle with and logs in.

polychromaticInsurgent began trolling
PI:Hello, Milliways

[OOC: * What guides my sword if not honor?]
[tiny tag=Sabine Wren]

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[crabbycustomer]

 A notice on the bulletin board: 

ATTENTION BAR DENIZENS

OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY EMPATHY BLADDER I, KARKAT VANTAS, HAVE CHOSEN TO SHARE WITH YOU AN EXTREMELY USEFUL COMMUNICATION UTILITY FROM MY REALITY, SUITABLY PARED DOWN AND SIMPLIFIED FOR EASE OF USE. 

IT IS CALLED T MINUS. 

IT IS A CHAT CLIENT. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A CHAT CLIENT IS, IT IS A SYSTEM FOR LONG-DISTANCE TEXT-BASED COMMUNICATION BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE OVER THE INTERNET. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE INTERNET IS YOU HAD BETTER COME TALK TO ME PERSONALLY BEFORE YOU OVERWHELM YOURSELF WITH THIS THING. BUT TRUST ME, IT IS PRETTY COOL.

IT SHOULD WORK INTERDIMENSIONALLY, WITHIN MILLIWAYS OR FROM YOUR WORLD TO MILLIWAYS. OR WITHIN YOUR WORLD, I GUESS. UNLESS IT MALFUNCTIONS. IF IT MALFUNCTIONS PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN GO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE SERVER WITH A CROWBAR. A MAGICAL CROWBAR THAT FIXES COMPUTERsGLITCHES. IT ALSO SUPPORTS FUNCTIONALITY FOR BULLETIN BOARD POSTINGS THAT ARE VISIBLE TO EVERYONE FROM A HANDHELD DEVICE, PASSING UP OR SUPPLEMENTING THIS ANTIQUATED PIECE OF SHIT. 

IT ONLY RUNS ON DEVICES FROM MY WORLD. I AM SUBSIDIZING THESE IF YOU WANT TO GET ONE FROM THE BAR BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET A USERBASE STARTED ON THIS THING. IT IS ORGANIC TECHNOLOGY SO PLEASE REMEMBER TO FEED IT, THERE ARE INSTRUCTIONS LOADED ON THE FUCKING THINGS. OR COME TALK TO ME. I AM THE GREY KID WITH THE HORNS, I AM PRETTY HARD TO MISS. ACTUALLY THERE ARE A FEW GREY KIDS WITH HORNS AROUND BUT PROBABLY ANY OF US CAN HELP YOU.

YOU CAN TAKE ONE WITHOUT TALKING TO ME, I DON'T CARE, BUT IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD YOUR FROND I AM AROUND. OR TRY MESSAGING ME FIRST TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE SET UP CORRECTLY. 

MY USER NAME IS chirurGeneralist.


Someone has added their own addendum:


Did Dave vandalize the sign again? Or all of the signs at once, through some kind of temporal shenanigans? Or is it just an old sign?

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[just_cant_lose]

One door closes...as one version of Jim Moriarty takes a last look around the bar, shrugs, and walks out to deal with stuff.

...and another one opens.

The original version looks full-on relieved to be back, and heads straight to Bar to get some actual edible food. It's even more important than getting rid of the prison smell that he's sure is withering the threads of his clothes by osmosis. (They're normal clothes, not prison ones: benefits of not being found guilty of anything yet).

The second thing he does after being presented with a roast chicken dinner and vodka and lime - shut up, those things totally go together - is get his T-Minus out, and send Sherlock a message in case he's in the bar. He leaves himself logged on for the hell of it, then tells Bar to provide X with dinner and a drink when she next needs a refuel, checks that YT didn't decimate his tab with her free dinner, and sits down to eat.

He'll be back down in the main room later, showered and sitting at the piano with Sherlock's Stradivarius on the stool next to him (he plays a few notes every now and again, but no proper tune), and his computer open on the top with lines of code running across the screen. That little bastard tried to get into it after being told not to. He's going to have to have a serious word with himself. But it can wait. He needs to unwind first.

aPosteriori is signed on

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[wheatencrown]

Summer thunderstorms bring rain and Demeter enters with her feet muddy and her hair and dress wet. They're one of the few things that her brother Zeus ever got right.

When she sees Milliways, she smiles as its been too long before leaving a trail of muddy footprints to the outside. The storm doesn't follow her but as she sits in the garden in the fading light, there are a few more clouds on the horizon.