Halloween - Yrael
Oct. 31st, 2018 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mogget_catThere is a fluffy mass of what looks like cotton candy curled up in a large bowl on the bar counter.
Is it free food?
Or is it just sulking?
Is it free food?
Or is it just sulking?
Oct. 31st, 2018
mogget_cat
Halloween Happy Hour
Oct. 31st, 2018 10:02 amcottoncandypinkHalloween is a tricky holiday. It's the day when all the evil of the world pops out of the ground to say hello. It's also a pretty big party holiday, and for some reason the day people let their kids run around and take candy from strangers. Michael is way too young for anything like that, so he's at home, inside, safely locked away inside.
Wilford, on the other hand, has finished up his ADR for the day and made sure nobody wants him for anything. The door catches him off-guard as he goes to find a party he can crash. But why go crash a party when he can set up his own right here?
The first thing he does is rounds up a couple of rats, explains his plan, and passes them each $100 to get their motivation going. Once they rush back to the kitchen, Wilford starts setting up the rest.
With that taken care of, Wilford mixes himself a drink and settles in for the evening.
[ooc: Happy Halloween! Thread hop, have a party, have fun! I'll be around until the kids start knocking on the door.]
Wilford, on the other hand, has finished up his ADR for the day and made sure nobody wants him for anything. The door catches him off-guard as he goes to find a party he can crash. But why go crash a party when he can set up his own right here?
The first thing he does is rounds up a couple of rats, explains his plan, and passes them each $100 to get their motivation going. Once they rush back to the kitchen, Wilford starts setting up the rest.
HALLOWEEN HAPPY HOUR PARTY
served with Apple Pie à la mode |
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With that taken care of, Wilford mixes himself a drink and settles in for the evening.
[ooc: Happy Halloween! Thread hop, have a party, have fun! I'll be around until the kids start knocking on the door.]
Fairy Fixit, dressed as Imp Mercy
Oct. 31st, 2018 12:21 pmfairy_fixitFairy Fixit comes in from her room and personal portal into Milliways upstairs to perform her periodic check on the beer supply lines and the mini portals in the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator. But, Bar has other plans.
When Fixit flies into the bar room, she's put into a strange futuristic looking costume. And a tail?
"W-... What is this strange implement?" she asks the odd staff in her hand.
She hasn't noticed her hair has turned purple or the ornate horns on head which have replaced her hat. Her antennae are still there, bobbing a bit more freely now that her hat is gone.
She'll notice the horns eventually.
When Fixit flies into the bar room, she's put into a strange futuristic looking costume. And a tail?
"W-... What is this strange implement?" she asks the odd staff in her hand.
She hasn't noticed her hair has turned purple or the ornate horns on head which have replaced her hat. Her antennae are still there, bobbing a bit more freely now that her hat is gone.
She'll notice the horns eventually.
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Oct. 31st, 2018 12:43 pmcurlytopWhen George comes down into the bar this evening, his familiar jeans and rugby shirt are replaced with familiar (to him) Shadowhunter gear.
What isn't familiar to him are the runes suddenly scattered across his skin or the stele in his belt.
It's his first Halloween in Milliways, so he's not really sure what's going on, but he is totally going to be taking advantage of this. He heads to the bar, beaming, and asks, "Do you have a copy of the Gray Book, by any chance?"
A worn, leather-bound book appears, and George's grin somehow gets even bigger.
If you need him, he'll be in a chair by the fire with the book in his lap, drawing various runes on his skin just because he can.
As he works, he pops in and out of visibility to anyone not supernaturally inclined.
What isn't familiar to him are the runes suddenly scattered across his skin or the stele in his belt.
It's his first Halloween in Milliways, so he's not really sure what's going on, but he is totally going to be taking advantage of this. He heads to the bar, beaming, and asks, "Do you have a copy of the Gray Book, by any chance?"
A worn, leather-bound book appears, and George's grin somehow gets even bigger.
If you need him, he'll be in a chair by the fire with the book in his lap, drawing various runes on his skin just because he can.
As he works, he pops in and out of visibility to anyone not supernaturally inclined.
Millitimed to a day pre-Halloween...
Oct. 31st, 2018 01:50 pmcute_bruiserMolly is, of course, always happy to see the bar, especially in these days of unreliable doors. But it's been a while since she's been quite this relieved to see it.
Sleep; blessed sleep. She needs it so very badly, and she especially needs it if she's going to lead a successful raid on a disused Sentinel storage facility - which, in fact, she also needs to plan. If possible in some nice quiet downtime without a six-year-old to look after and no interruptions from other, adult children.
...However, what she really, really needs right now? Is a change of clothes.
It was the usual balmy 80 in Los Angeles, but it most definitely is not here, so her pink flip-flops and denim cut-offs just aren't going to cut it. Bar seems to know; Molly has barely touched the surface when black jeans, socks, faux-fur-lined boots and a purple 'Social Justice Warrior' hoodie appear.
"I absolutely freakin' love you," she tells the smooth wooden counter, and bolts straight for the office to get changed.
When she emerges, sleeves of the hoodie rolled up to show the gauntlets she's still wearing, Bar in turn presents her with a huge burger and double fries, which - after some discussion - is joined on the tray by a triple-shot maple-glitter latte (and cream) and a notepad and pen.
She sets up court at a table with a good view of the bar, pins on her Security badge (hey, she owes a shift), and triggers the left gauntlet's hologram function to show her the 3D layout of what appears to be a giant holographic underground bunker, which she watches while she bolts the food as if she hasn't eaten in weeks.
Later, once she's eaten, the hologram is still there, rotating gently in the air as Molly sips her horrifyingly sweet strong latte and scribbles notes in the pad.
Sleep; blessed sleep. She needs it so very badly, and she especially needs it if she's going to lead a successful raid on a disused Sentinel storage facility - which, in fact, she also needs to plan. If possible in some nice quiet downtime without a six-year-old to look after and no interruptions from other, adult children.
...However, what she really, really needs right now? Is a change of clothes.
It was the usual balmy 80 in Los Angeles, but it most definitely is not here, so her pink flip-flops and denim cut-offs just aren't going to cut it. Bar seems to know; Molly has barely touched the surface when black jeans, socks, faux-fur-lined boots and a purple 'Social Justice Warrior' hoodie appear.
"I absolutely freakin' love you," she tells the smooth wooden counter, and bolts straight for the office to get changed.
When she emerges, sleeves of the hoodie rolled up to show the gauntlets she's still wearing, Bar in turn presents her with a huge burger and double fries, which - after some discussion - is joined on the tray by a triple-shot maple-glitter latte (and cream) and a notepad and pen.
She sets up court at a table with a good view of the bar, pins on her Security badge (hey, she owes a shift), and triggers the left gauntlet's hologram function to show her the 3D layout of what appears to be a giant holographic underground bunker, which she watches while she bolts the food as if she hasn't eaten in weeks.
Later, once she's eaten, the hologram is still there, rotating gently in the air as Molly sips her horrifyingly sweet strong latte and scribbles notes in the pad.
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Oct. 31st, 2018 06:13 pmconfiguration_birdwatcherBastion popped out of the Bar for a couple of hours after the D&D game, and when they came back there were approximately twice as many decorations incorporating pumpkins, skeletons (mostly human), bedsheet ghosts, and spiders. As they actually step into the barroom, they feel a sudden weight and hear a rustling noise; they're now wearing a backless amber ballgown with a matching glove for their repair/manipulator arm. It's not quite as impractical as it looks, since the fabric is heavy enough that it won't get caught in their joints and the dress isn't long enough to step on; the glove will be an impediment if they need to use their self-repair function, but that's about it. Still, this is the first time they've worn any article of clothing, and it's weird. Every time they take a step the skirt swishes back and forth.
They have no idea why this happened, since it doesn't look like most patrons have been given formal clothing, although it is a seasonal colour. Ganymede swoops down to sit on Bastion's finger, and they boop softly in puzzlement to him.
(OOC: Open all week; I have too many RL Halloween plans to be in much tonight but I'll try to tag back when I have a moment.)
They have no idea why this happened, since it doesn't look like most patrons have been given formal clothing, although it is a seasonal colour. Ganymede swoops down to sit on Bastion's finger, and they boop softly in puzzlement to him.
(OOC: Open all week; I have too many RL Halloween plans to be in much tonight but I'll try to tag back when I have a moment.)
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Oct. 31st, 2018 08:38 pmchildofrebellionCassian hasn't been keeping track of all the holidays in Milliways, time across systems is chaotic enough. So when he comes in, he's surprised to find his clothing has shifted to something not too different, the leather jacket's longer, the rest of it is similar but not of his normal clothing and his blaster looks like another type of pistol. He frowns as he heads to the counter where Bar tells him Happy Halloween with a cupcake with a ghost on it and an ale she recommends. Also he lays the odd flat hat that came with his costume on the counter.
(OOC: Cassian's dressed as a member of the French Resistance. Open the rest of the week and into the weekend. Happy Halloween!)
(OOC: Cassian's dressed as a member of the French Resistance. Open the rest of the week and into the weekend. Happy Halloween!)
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Oct. 31st, 2018 09:10 pmstrongest_faithAlec steps into the bar tonight, and his gear disappears to be replaced with a tuxedo, and a martini (shaken, not stirred) appears in his hand.
He looks around the room in confusion. Not only does he not know it's Halloween, he also doesn't get the reference of his costume.
He looks around the room in confusion. Not only does he not know it's Halloween, he also doesn't get the reference of his costume.
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Oct. 31st, 2018 10:47 pmi_am_your_hostWhen Emcee comes downstairs into the main bar, he is suddenly clothed in slim white trousers and a bright yellow military-style jacket with buckles. His hair is slicked back, and...
What's that on his upper lip?
A mustache. It's a mustache.
The Evil Karaoke Machine blinks on by itself. And Emcee is compelled to sit down at the piano and begins to play and sing.
"I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I've come through! "
When the karaoke machine kicks in with the accompanying rock music, Emcee leaps to his feet and grabs the nearby microphone stand.
"We are the champions, my friends," he belts out, strutting and swaggering across the floor with the flourishing gestures of a consummate showman.
"And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world!
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose!
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions...!"
As the final note hangs in the air and fades, Emcee finds himself standing with his feet planted wide apart, a fist in the air, his head thrown back. Flushed from the (unexpected) performance, he returns to himself-- and he can't help breathless laugh.
It's Halloween. And the Bar has decided that he should pretend to be Freddie Mercury.
What's that on his upper lip?
A mustache. It's a mustache.
The Evil Karaoke Machine blinks on by itself. And Emcee is compelled to sit down at the piano and begins to play and sing.
"I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I've come through! "
When the karaoke machine kicks in with the accompanying rock music, Emcee leaps to his feet and grabs the nearby microphone stand.
"We are the champions, my friends," he belts out, strutting and swaggering across the floor with the flourishing gestures of a consummate showman.
"And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world!
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose!
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions...!"
As the final note hangs in the air and fades, Emcee finds himself standing with his feet planted wide apart, a fist in the air, his head thrown back. Flushed from the (unexpected) performance, he returns to himself-- and he can't help breathless laugh.
It's Halloween. And the Bar has decided that he should pretend to be Freddie Mercury.
