Happy Hour, Cubefall Edition!

[ikissdhimbck]

It's been a pleasant enough month. After all the hullabaloo of the Shindig cleared out, Kate took some time to herself to relax. She's been around, in and out of the stables as usual, but mostly sticking to the libraries and her room.

She's pleased when she comes downstairs and gets a reminder of just what the date is.

The familiar screen pops up:

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)





Kate grins, taking some time to pore over the choices. The robot is a little unsettling; the horse is tempting. She was a fella two years back for the holiday, and she actually quite enjoyed the experience. Folk always like to compare what a woman can do to what a man can do. Getting some actual idea of what the differences really are...

She chews on her lip, and hits the series of buttons it takes to reconfigure her. Hell if she won't have some more fun with this.

When it's done, a napkin pops up on the Bar.

"Y'jus' like askin' me when I'm tall 'nough t'reach the shelves, don't you?" 'he' grumbles, not without amusement.

He leaps over the counter spryly, and quickly scribbles up a few specials.

Happy Hour Specials:

Robot Cocktail
Fluffy Duck
Gender Bender Shooter
Bourbon
Ice Cream
Bourbon Ice Cream

Build something for half off your drink, and an extra shot of good luck.

"Bar's open! Yeehaw."


[ooc: Open until the next Happy Hour post, or until it scrolls off the front page. All are welcome, threadhopping is encouraged, zaniness is practically required. Have fun! ^__^]

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[ostro_goth]

Somebody that Kate probably didn't notice while busy with her own 'reconfiguration' turns into a tall dark-haired woman in a corset and trousers, and very high leather boots.

And a slim sword.

Who- or whatever that was before, now she leans on the bar and looks at the choices.

[ikissdhimbck]

She's a looker, no mistaking that.

Kate's getting used to the upper-body strength of a fella again, which means he's having fun levering himself up on the counter, and clumsily spilling alcohol when the corks come easier than he's used too.

The lady gets a bashful smile, and a tip of his hat.

"What can I do y'for, ma'am?"

[ostro_goth]

We cannot tell if the 'lady' has seen who the 'fella' used to be...

"I would have a drink, if I may," she says. "One without vodka, if there is one."

[jack_f_twist]

The long-legged, blue-eyed gal who takes a seat at the bar looks a little awkward at it, like it ain't a motion she's especially used to, which is true enough, considering she was a he not all that long ago.

At least his -- her -- hat is back to normal, though it's a much prettier, newer-looking white instead of the beat-up black.

The gal squints at the third special with a wry sort of twist to her pretty mouth, turns a look to the bartender.

(That goes fair appreciative, after a second.)

"Bourbon, darlin, if y'don't mind."

Course, Jack ain't had ice cream for a while, and he's -- she's -- sort of eying the list speculatively.

Might be this configa -- confoun -- new body a his has somethin of a sweet tooth.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate has no idea where that whistle just came from, but he has enough presence of mind to blush afterwards.

"It'd be my pleasure, ma'am."

He tips his hat and flashes a row of pretty white teeth, before fetching the requested drink.

"Can't say as I've seen your face 'round here before. An' that's a real shame."

[jack_f_twist]

Jack's a little taken aback, sure, but the lazy grin that curves her brand-new pink lips is sorta satisfied, all the same, and when she leans forward, fingers tangling loose on the bartop, there's a pleased flush to her cheeks.

Her hair's falling over her shoulders, and she's not sure what to do with it -- how the hell does Lureen wrangle all this stuff?

"Gotta admit it's a little new to me, too," she says, getting used to the way her lighter weight shifts on the stool, before giving the cowboy a sweeping once-over, blue eyes dragging down and up again with a smile that crinkles their edges. "You ain't exactly rough on the eyes, yourself."

Sure ain't, not with that devil-may-care smile and twinkling blue eyes, and hell, like this, Jack can go ahead and give into the urge to smile right back, so she does. "How 'bout you get one, yourself, on me. Ain't no kinda fun, drinkin alone."

[sidhe_king]

"Yee-haw," comes the echoing drawl from the new face at the bar, leaning on her elbows to read the specials board. Her voice is light, teasing in that way that only women can be, with a curl of black hair falling just over her temple beside impossibly blue eyes and a twist of a smile.

"An American cowboy?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"Is there any other kind, ma'am?"

She looks familiar; pretty, kinda dangerous around the edges. Kate's smile is full-on beguilement.

Lots of thirsty ladies tonight, looks like.

"What can I do y'for?"

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra is having much fun with his newly-acquired shape, though it isn't the fault of Cubefall changes directly; he can assume whatever shape he likes, though he thought it might be fun to play this side of Kate against one of his own less-known faces. He isn't often a woman because he's very, very much male in very many ways.

"I'd think ye could do me for any number of reasons, truly," he laughs, the chuckle coming out less dangerous than it would otherwise.

[seat_five_girl]

Someone is leaning easily on the bar trying to decide which special she wants and playing with some lego bricks absently.

Choice is hard

[ikissdhimbck]

"Maybe one'a each?"

The tender smirks. It's hard to tell whether he's joking, or if he's trying to charm her into trying it.

Perhaps a little of both.

[seat_five_girl]

"I have no idea how much I can drink right now."

More than before is a safe bet though.

{ooc: ABout to change computers.]

[a1enzo]

Enzo approaches with a turquoise three-year-old on a leash. "What do you think, Mairi, you want some code freeze?"

"CODE FREEZE!" squeals the little girl. "Yes please code freeze yes please!"

[ikissdhimbck]

They put babies on leashes now?

Kate tips his hat back and sets his hands on his hips. When he's done marveling, the pair get a friendly smile.

"Howdy, Enzo. You're gonna hafta help me out on what that looks like."

[a1enzo]

They do when the baby in question can fly. Mairi, who is now alternately singing "code freeze" and "yes please," floats off the floor like a cyan balloon and lands on a stool.

"Digital ice cream."

Okay, so, someone he knows... He studies the bartender, looking for Subtle Hints.

[seat_five_girl]

"Happy Cubefall," says someone who neither looks, nor sounds like Ako.

[the_fairest]

After an experimental leap, with perhaps a little too much force, Mary Margaret the kitten is sliding on too long silky fur across the clean slick bar with a panicked little shrill noise.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate turns in time to see the vision that accompanies the Doppler Effect of panic. She looks to the left, all the way to the right, kitten screeching past like a greased pig.

"Easy, li'l fella!"

He's mindful of his strength when he takes one wide step toward the furry cannonball, reaching for the scruff of its neck. He wouldn't want to hurt it, after all.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack stares, drink lifted halfway to her mouth, as the kitten skids past, the unhappy noise sparking a sudden sympathetic scramble and reach, smaller hands than usual catching the kitten around the middle, soft.

"Whoa there, lil' darlin," she says, smiling, setting it back on its feet.

[good_dug]

So a horse walks into a bar. And the bartender, who used to be a woman, says...

Wait, no.

So a dog walks into a bar, and becomes a horse, mostly because dogs can't read even if they can sometimes speak English and all Dug noticed while he was trying to beg steak from Bar was the screen had some interesting pictures on it, just begging to be sniffed. So this horse, who used to be a dog, walks up to the bar.

Well.

This horse, who is, let's face it, pretty darn big (both vertically and horizontally if you catch our drift), tries to walk up to the portion of the bar currently being used for Happy Hour. 'Tries' because it attempts a bound, knocks a chair over, and immediately freezes stock-still while it tries to sort out the whole business of hooves, and seeing from the sides of its head instead the front, and also tail-wagging which seems to be happening but doesn't feel half as nice as it did when the horse was a dog.

And the bartender (who used to be a woman because, fucking Milliways) says...

Well, actually, the horse speaks first. There's still a collar around its neck after all, even if it does appear to be stretching rather more than can possibly be good for it. So really, when you get down to hit, what really happens is this:

A dog walks into a bar, and becomes a horse. He says to the bartender, "I am a horse!

I do not know how to be a horse!"

(and no one, at all, says anything about long faces)

[ikissdhimbck]

What on God's green Earth — 

"Dug?!"

[til_it_aint]

Ben's been around, and that's that. In and out of the bar, some, here and there and back home there's not a lot ain't dust but here there's always things needing doing, out by th'stables or just plain things t'do that don't have Jonesy callin' him out every time his fingers slip 'cause he's tired, fightin' dreams in his head. And they're better, here. He's better.

This particular day though, well, it seems a mite odd from what he c'n tell. Everyone's all in a flutter 'bout somethin' or other when he makes his way down, settles at th'bar and figures if it don't involve him he ain't gonna get involved. The bartender gets a bit of a lookever 'cause there's somethin' familiar about him, maybe, but he's talkin' t'someone else and Ben don't feel so much like startin' a conversation. Feels more like somethin' t'eat.

Before he orders, though, there's this thing poppin' up in front of him. Looks a bit funny, words and a whole bunch of pictures -- there's a lady wearin' overalls, a skinny horse, a ragged kitten, a couple more he don't both lookin' close at -- just sittin' right in front'a him like it's waitin' for something. He squints at the writin' for a moment but in the end he's kinda tired and he don't read so good even at th'best of times so he just pokes at it with a hand, says "Yeah, okay, y'c'n take that away now" and then --

--and then, very suddenly, there's a feeling like falling and the world is very large and when he opens his mouth to scream and scramble backwards all that comes out is a "Mrrrror!" and four tiny paws dig equally tiny claws into the stool below him.

The kitten opens his mouth, inflates his tiny lungs, and shrieks.

[ikissdhimbck]

As if the second he sees him he isn't gonna race right over. He forgets for a moment that he don't look the way he — she — usually does; there ain't no reason for Ben to come closer. Still, Ben's been scarce of late, and Kate's been worried.

He breaks away from his other customers just as soon as possible, and is opening his mouth to give a well, now, look at what the cat dragged in! when what the cat dragged in suddenly turns into a cat. He blinks, and leans hard across the Bar, wide blue eyes searching...



"Christ inna chicken basket, you're still skinny!"

And adorable.

Annnd late as late can be...

[filemyclaim]

When Dixie sashays up to the bar, it's the menu that initially interests her. Then she gets an eyeful of the bartender and puts on her sweetest grin.

"Oh, I like you already. Anyone who can put bourbon into ice cream's got to know how to quench a gal's thirst."

You're always welcome! ^__^

[ikissdhimbck]

Oh hell, this'll be fun.

Kate grins, throwing a bar rag across his shoulder before leaning in.

"Might know a thing'r two, ma'am."

Smirk.

"What can I get you?"