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.

Comments

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel furrows his brows.

"You can't tell I was what?"

He does know a thing or two about being a higher being, well what he has gathered from when he was acended. Not like he can remember.

[take_it_sleazy]

Michael grabs onto his ear lobe and leans in towards Daniel in a display of trying to hear better.

"I what what?" Now he's confused.

Rather than repeat that he can't tell Daniel where he knows Milliways from or about the point system (because Michael well knows telling a human they can't be told something only prompts them to want to know it even more), Michael jumps off the subject all together and says, "Here, let me get you a drink. Janet?"

Turning to his right, Michael waits expectantly. It takes him a moment waiting for a cheerful ding and not getting one to realize that's not going to work here.

"OH, I'm sorry, my bad," he says, laughing at himself. "Let me get you a drink, from the Bar."

So novel and exciting!

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel stares for a moment wondering who this Janet is.

"Why don't you just sit down and wave a rat down," he says gesturing to a chair, "I'm Daniel Jackson from Earth."

[take_it_sleazy]

Michael pouts briefly, keen on the idea of trying out the bar, but ordering from the rats is fun too so he agrees and takes a seat, holding up a hand to flag down a rodent server.

When the rat arrives Michael puts in an order, "Two margaritas, please. And oh, could you make sure they have some sort of party pizazz? Like a ridiculous swizzle stick, or ooh, maybe sparklers?"

The rat squeaks at him and Michael turns thoughtful.

"Oh no, you're right. Fire and alcohol can be dangerous. Well, maybe light up glasses then. Something fun. You know."

The rat squeaks again and dashes off and Michael gets back to Daniel.

"I'm Michael, from... thereabouts," he replies vaguely. It's sort of true enough.

[diehard_daniel]

"There abouts where?" asks Daniel.

Daniel isn't really into day drinking or drinking at all, he's a lightweight. He takes a sip of his coffee.

[take_it_sleazy]

"Earth," Michael replies. "Around Earth."

It's a New Year's Eve Party! Drinking is customary.

The rat returns with the margaritas and they are very festive indeed. With plastic 'Happy New Year!' stirrers, glittering salt on the rim and the glasses flash in various colors of LED.

"How wonderfully ridiculous!" Michael cheers, taking up the glasses and setting one down on the table next to Daniel.

"There you are. One rockin' New Year drink."

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel waves his hand, "Thanks, but I don't drink much."

He gets the celebration, but back where he's from it's just another day in the office.

"How can you be from 'around Earth'" asked Daniel bemused, "I mean unless you are some kind of ascended being, or live in a spaceship... or something."

[take_it_sleazy]

"That's okay, I've learned the skill of double-fisted drinking from a friend of mine," Michael says, taking the glass back and lifting his own as well. He takes a sip from each then see-saws his head back and forth, waffling on his response.

"Let's call it 'Earth adjacent'. Although, I did spend over a year on Earth, most of that down under, Mate," he says, affecting a terrible accent on the last part. "That is, Australia. Visited a few places, Arizona, Jacksonville, Canada. I enjoyed it quite a lot."

Earth is a terrible, confusing mess, but Michael really does love it.

"What about you? Whence do you hail?"

[diehard_daniel]

"Right Now?" says Daniel, "The Pegasis Galaxy."

He sips his coffee.

"You aren't human are you?"

[take_it_sleazy]

"Born there, or are you a Rocket Man?" Michael asks, drinking again from each margarita glass.

He puts one glass down to focus on the other (sorry Eleanor, two at once is just a bit trick to juggle), swirling around the silly stirrer.

"Is that a problem?" he asks about his not being human.

[diehard_daniel]

"No," says Daniel, "Just and observations. Can I ask what you are?"

[diehard_daniel]

"No," says Daniel, "Just and observations. Can I ask what you are?"

[take_it_sleazy]

"You can ask, that's the wonderful thing about free will," Michael replies.

"However, I can't tell you. Call it classified if you want. Or, ooo better, ethically withheld information." Because if Michael reveals that he is a demon from the Bad Place, recently promoted to the Good Place, he could jeopardize Daniel's chances of reaching the latter down the line.