Happy New All Skate!

[raptorcanaria]

"You know what, let's have a party."

Dinah threw her platinum card (thanks, Oracle) on the Bar and as a result there is free flowing champagne for everyone whose culture, age and religion permits champagne - and top quality soft alternatives for the rest. There are bar snacks doing the rounds around the tables, and delicate winter flower arrangements on each surface.

And most importantly, on the TV screen is a lot of dancing, a giant countdown, and a big ball ready to drop.

...and when the ball drops, something happens.



Welcome to another Milliways All-Skate!
All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates (in most cases)
5. Please don't be a dick.

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[dipdyed_robes]

It's the place with all the food! More noodles!

Tang Fan enters the bar with a happy smile on his face.

[twoforce]

The man at the bar already meets his happy smile with one of his own. Although he does has a very familiar face, his brown robes are very different to the white hoodie, and there's no sign of recognition on his face - just the pleasure of seeing a smile.

[twoforce]

It's been some time since Warlock found Milliways, and a lot has happened. The deaths of ten thousand Jedi and the fall of the Republic, for one.

The grown man - not a Jedi anymore, not really, and definitely not a soldier - pushes his hood back when he enters the bar, revealing a very familiar face and a similarly familiar expression of tired relief at finding somewhere safe and known.

He carries no visible weapons - but don't be fooled as his lightsaber and blaster are hidding under his robes, and walks with the steady pace of someone in no hurry at all as he approaches the Bar.

Time for a drink.

[shadowandsnark]

Warlock may feel the faintest tap-tap-tapping on the back of his neck.

[perimetercheck]

Eschewing Champagne for a good, solid beer, Calhoun's BFG's folded up neatly against her back in its transport form, and her armor might still have a little bit of Cy-Bug guts left in it's crevices. No reason to not enjoy herself, though.

After taking a swig of her beer, she leans with her back to the bar in a comfortable relaxed slouch, elbows bracing her weight. In her comfortable stretch, the Amazonian soldier just looks out over the crowd and indulges in the warm feeling of hope for the future and the excitement of the now.

[debirdnair]

Party with expensive drinks and he's not footing the bill? Don't mind if he does, thank you very much.

The short little man waddling by with umbrella in one hand and flute of champagne in the other is making merry. The bar's quaint, he decides, as nicely as he can phrase it, but the booze is good and free. Why not indulge? Hardly the first time he's found himself slumming it with lesser folk. Not like he hasn't been in prison, kept separate from the common rabble but being close enough to hear them howl in their cells.

[isawit]

His circuit of the room takes him by an older woman who may catch his attention.

Selina radiates power and wealth as she eats from a plate of sushi. At her elbow is a flute of champagne as well, though glittery things float within. There is also a cat-shaped being stalking the sushi that fades in and out of view.

[52_dropoff]

Charlie came here from New Year's Eve in Metropolis and in costume, just in case he was needed for anything. (The "House of Kent" seems to have had that covered, though.) He's ready to take off the face when he sees Cobblepot.

He wonders if Cobblepot will recognize him. Always nice to see if his reputation really proceeds him. Or exists.

"Not at the Iceberg Lounge for New Year's? Bat trouble?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine wouldn't miss a party, so she definitely spends some time enjoying the champagne and sparkly decorations out in the bar room. But sometimes the light glinting off sparkles messes with her Dark Sight, and the sick-making effects of it get the better of her depth perception, or sometimes the hand lightly clasping the stem of her champagne flute longs to be doing something.

So while she enjoys some time watching the party on TV as the new year (Which year? Does it matter, at the end of the universe?), eventually she will disappear back into the kitchens to get on with the baking.

Rae can be found in either place, whether leaning against the bar with some champagne in the bar room, or in the midst of mixing, baking, and cooling baked goods in the kitchens, the back door left open to the winter evening to attempt and counter-balance the radiant heat of the ovens.

[cultivation_npc]

For historical reasons, cultivators often wander in through the forest, not the front door. So does this cultivator who comes to the back door of the kitchen after walking through the snow, his cape obscuring the traces of his footsteps in the snow.

He has a huge sword on his back.

"This smells good," he declares, leaning in the kitchen door.

[twoforce]

The smell of baked goods brings both Jedi and clones to Sunshine's metaphorical yard, as is known. So of course someone who is both finds himself drawn back to the kitchen.

Clad in a brown robe and a friendly smile, Warlock leans against the door jamb and watches her work.

[bestbuddydroid]

Here is BD-1 doing BD-1 Things. Which involve going around and checking everything out. He would be dipping his foot into drinks and sauces if it wasn't for his scanners. However he is happily beeping to himself as he climbs around to get a good look a various people he's not met before to add to his database.

[twoforce]

"Hey, there."

Does BD-1 want a hand getting up to the bar top? Because if he does there's a hand extending from a calico sleeve, palm up and level with the ground. The hand is attached to a face that smiles warmly out from the pushed back hood.

"Are you getting all the data you need?"

[isawit]

Well, looks like it's time for a celebration! And conveniently enough, Selina and Cat just pulled off a pretty sweet job and so have the capital to enjoy the party. Now if only she could convince Bar to give her some champagne to celebrate with instead of the kiddie juice.

"Look, it's not my first time drinking alcohol. I have a case of wine in one of my safe houses back home. Just one glass, that's all I want."

A feline-shaped being of ink and watercolor that fades in and out of vision, Cat merely perches on Selina's shoulder amused.

(Selina comes from this AU)

[element_wizard]

The begging catches Alec's attention and he glances over to see who is talking. That attention is immediately lost as he spots the cat like thing on her shoulder. A sigh and then he gives a snuffling sneeze into his arm. "Stupid cat."

The day was going so well and now this...

For the multiverse has declared that Alec is allergic to cats. And that includes anything cat shaped, no matter what they really are. A spirit demon thing that looks like a cat and goes by 'Cat' is prime allergy material.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Lieutenant Yamato Ishida has a healthy Fear of what the horrors the Ball will bring when it drops.

He has one eye on it as he sips his champagne. The effect is somewhat like a very wary wild animal who's poised to spring away.

Having come in from a rather staid JSDF New Years Party in his own world, he's in his dark blue dress uniform, with his digivice clipped onto his belt and the Chosen's Goggles of Leadership hanging loosely around his neck. Truth be told, the Milliways party is the far preferable of the two, so maybe he can just get drunk here and make a speedy exit when he gets back.

[balancingminds]

Charles is feeling restless, so when he finds Milliways at the family party, he relaxes. The minds here are different, which is the change he needed.

Yamato's thoughts stand out and Charles comes closer in his tux and frowns as he glances around, "Is someone following you?"

[nevermissatrick]

That sure is a clown over there.

But he's not your average clown. He breaks the mold even for the specific type of clown that he is. Greenish-brown hair, bleached white skin, eyes as blue as summer skies, and a dress sense that looks like Haight-Ashbury threw up on a thrift store. Everything is bright, but threadbare, none of his buttons match, and he has a plastic flower for a boutonniere.

He's also got a flute of Champagne, and is enjoying the people watching, avidly reading each person with quick eyes, picking them apart in his mind and telling himself stories about who they might be. Those stories probably do not align at all with reality as you know it, but that's not going to stop him. Aligning with reality has never been one of his particularly well honed life skills.

[oldmancreed]

New Year's Eve? Who fucking cares. There's free alcohol and stuff to eat and that's enough to keep him in the bar for at least a couple of hours. Not to mention the entertainment of idiots making fools of themselves over an imaginary turnover of time.

He sits back in his seat and watches.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah cares, that's who cares. Tonight she's graced the bar in a black cocktail dress and the traditional fishnets and is sitting at the bar, surveying the goings on like the party organising queen that she is.

She also has an unlimited supply of fried won tons by her elbow.

She catches the eye of the man sitting back and raises her glass and an eyebrow to check he's having a good time.

Ice Dancing AU

[childofrebellion]

(OOC: Putting him in again as I had such fun before. Context can be found in this fic. Cassian's in the middle of things.)

Cassian enters wearing a suit and smiles when he enters before glancing back as the door closes. He was on his way to get a refill on his drink at the party celebrating everyone who made it to World's on the Rebel team. Which is good and exciting news but also makes him sad, so he's trying to enjoy his time before it.

He stops to watch the TV and looks around, maybe he can find someone to dance with here.

Re: Ice Dancing AU

[take_it_sleazy]

"You okay there, bud?" Michael asks. A tall gentleman with a silver hair and bow tie and a champagne flute in hand, Michael offers a gentle smile.

"You look a little... sad-py," he notes, then explains, "Which is both happy and sad, but hap-ad just sounds all bad."

[reachforblueskies]

There is a tall man in elegant blue and white robes, a white band tied across his brow, carrying a sheathed sword who appears to be very confused.

This...

This is not where he expected to be.

Not even a little bit.

[sunbaked_baker]

A woman in an emerald green shirt and incongruously purple jeans comes through a different doorway, letting an oven-warmed billow of cinnamon and nutmeg-scented air into the room. Her red hair is barely long enough to stay pulled back without undoing itself while she works at untying the blue, sunflower-dotted apron from around her waist.

Knot successfully undone, she glances around the bar room. There's a crowd tonight; sales will likely be good. The figure in blue and white framed by the back door absolutely does catch the attention, however, despite - or possibly because of - his stillness. Or possibly because of other things, among them his rather lost expression.

"Hello there," Rae says, offering a friendly and not unsympathetic smile. "Welcome to Milliways."

There are worse welcoming committees.

[au_bulwark]

The Door opens. A Clone Commander in scuffed white armor and a maroon kama enters, quietly, his helmet under one arm. He scans the room without visibly reacting to what he sees, then walks to the Bar and places a credit chip on her surface.

"Something human-safe and warm to drink, please, not too sweet, and nothing that would interfere with sleep, alertness, cognition, coordination, or reaction times."

Bacara doesn't recognize the cloudy brown liquid that appears, served in a bowl, rather than a cup or thermal flask. It steams gently, and it doesn't smell sweet.

He takes a cautious sip.

—acceptable.

(Bar has given Bacara a bowl of miso broth.)

[OOC: Mun's local time is nearing midnight, so please only tag if you're OK with slowtime.]

[twoforce]

For everyone's sanity, this particular Warlock is adolescent, cheerful, and hasn't lost his best friend, his master or his brothers yet.

So when he enters the bar and spots the familiar armour, he grins. He's fought with the 21st a couple of times and recognises Bacara immediately - but did not know he came here, so this si good news.

As he strolls up, it's obvious who and what he is - the familiar face of a cadet, but the robes and braid of a Jedi Padawan - and he doesn't expect not to be recognised.

"Marshall Commander," he greets him cheerfully. "Fancy seeing you here."

[OOC: Hi, have a clone Jedi OC. Sorry not sorry.]

[52_dropoff]

New Year's Eve is bittersweet for Charlie. A lifetime ago (literally), while he was dying the death that somehow was undone by the cycles of the universe, Lex Luthor celebrated the new year by depowering every person he granted genetic superpowers to, in an act of utter spite. The sheer number of powerless, flightless victims crashing to the ground still makes Charlie want to throw Luthor out a window. From what he can tell, very few in the version of reality he now calls home remember this. But he does. So at midnight, even when masked, he makes a silent toast to the dead and to making sure the Luthors of the world are brought to justice.

He gazes out the observation window. But is not averse to company.

[twoforce]

His reverie eventually attracts someone else, approaching quietly from behind. Warlock appears in his early thirties, although he is in fact half that age. A combination of genetic modification turned on and off, and a particular life of the last decade or so have taken their toll and makes his age hard to determine.

He stands to the side of the masked man, slightly forward to ensure that his presence is visible, and joins him in gazing out of the window. His pose suggests 'hands casually in pockets' but he has no pockets in his calico robes, so they hang neutrally to the sides.

"It's a remarkable view," he muses aloud, "the end of the universe."

[take_it_sleazy]

The door opens a crack and a silver-haired head peeks around the wood before the door pushed open the rest of the way and a man steps in across the threshold.

Eyes and mouth open wide with wonder and excitement, Michael bounces into Millways with glee.

"Oh boy, it's actually here."

Michael does a spin around, giddy as a school girl. His joy only escalates when he realizes that not only has he found the end of the universe, but there's a Party going on as well.

Find him anywhere really; making the rounds with a champagne glass in hand, at the counter asking Bar for samples of all the ridiculous party appetizers he can think of (jalapeño poppers, it turns out, are, in fact, amazing. Thanks Eleanor and Jason!), dancing the night away even if nobody else is, and excitedly counting down the ball drop (when you've saved literally every soul on earth from eternal damnation there's just nothing really left to fear).

[ooc: Michael is in from after Chapter 51-Patty. Everyone should watch The Good Place so, spoilers in white text above and spoiler warnings for threads.]

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel, despite the party, is trying to get some work done... But hearing, "Oh boy, it's actually here," from the door does get his attention. Though he has felt that way before when finding Milliways, he's never seen someone so excited.

"I take it, you like this place," he says dryly while looking up from his book.

Age 19 or so

[balancingminds]

Charles opens the door and takes a breath in his tux, the party's he's at is full of selfish and ambitious people who are tiring. Also Raven's focused on her flirting and ignoring him, and there aren't that many other people he's in the mood to talk with.

When he finds Milliways, he allows himself a moment to relax, the minds here feel different, other concerns, other species and he moves to get some champagne.

(OOC: Charles is passively listening. If your character has any shields, let me know and please include feelings and thoughts in your narration if Charles would pick them up. Thank you.)

[element_wizard]

Alec is having one hell of a headache as a part of him is getting 'stripped off' to become a visible alternate of his. Not a potential one, but an actual one. It's normally not so bad except that half his thoughts are swirling around in Russian. Which is making his dyslexia worse than usual. Which is making reading pretty much impossible. He's trying to get through 'the Lords of Chaos' from the Wheel of Time series and it's not happening.

"Oh for fuck's sake why do you have to have such awful timing?" he growls at the multiverse at large. In Russian. Which makes him curse in something not from Earth (but not Eldritch either). The Bar translates, of course, but the words are Russian and that other language in his head.

Looking up to see a Charles who might have been close enough to think Alec was muttering about him, he said/thinking back in that other language, "Sorry. Not you. It's the... multiverse."

There's Alec's surface thoughts, which aren't really shielded, but there's something highly locked up just underneath, lurking. It's like there's an entire iceberg of Something Else in his head that's not having language issues. A telepath of Charles' ability would be able to sense it, but it's well underneath the surface and Charles is smart enough to not Titanic his way into it.

Octavia Blake ↠ The 100

[thegirlunderthefloor]

Octavia's standing in front of the window with the universe collapsing outside of itself on a constant loop. It's like someone playing a recording that keeps glitching over and over again. Getting only almost to the point of something happening, before it unhappens. A carpet ripped out from the universe. All her life has been for the last decade and a half (century, depending on how you count it) is one world-ending event after another. Except those carpets can't be pulled back.

There's a drink in her hand, but she's ignoring it mostly for staring and standing there, letting the tension in her shoulders constantly prick the edge of her thoughts with the fact she's letting the whole room exist behind her, unwatched, against all better instinct and training.

[strongerthanyouknow]

It's that crazy place. That 'Milliways Bar' on the other side of that 'Door' of theirs, at that end of their universe, but at the end of a long day, and a longer night, chasing shadows but nothing like closing her eyes to sleep, Sara's not actually against it when the door off the brige room slides open to reveal that place.

It's not anywhere near New Years', either back home or in the time period she was in less than three hours ago. But the champagne is freely flowing, and Sara's not one to look free-drinking gift horses in their mouths. She swipes herself a glass, followed shortly by a whole bottle. Already has a half-cocked plan to move on to whiskey from the bar itself once she's toasted across this place's New Year's properly first.

She's got a bright smile and salute, with the bottle, of course,
for anyone's who's gaze she meets in passing.

[raptorcanaria]

When her gaze lights on Dinah, Dinah grins just as brightly, and pushes her waning flute towards the bottle, demanding that there be sharing - after all, she's the one whose credit is paying for the champagne.

"You look like you have taste, I need help with the music."

Actually she needs help with the technology - there's a device and it looks computery, and Dinah's had far to much to drink to deal with computers.

[boyscout]

Oh, hey. Clark remembers this place. His life has been a little crazy lately, but he's going to try and take the interruption in stride. After getting a drink from Lady Bar, he can be found at a table near the wall, people-watching. Because that's what you do at a party right?

At some point, he might head outside to walk by the lake and get some fresh air.

[raptorcanaria]

A chair at the table is pulled out, and a butt is dropped on that chair. The butt itself is in a cocktail dress, and the legs attached to it are in fishnets.

"Parties at this place always seem to be more people-watchers than watched-people," Dinah observes wryly.

It's not a complaint, just a mild tease!