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All-Skate: The Spookening!
The door opens, and a beautiful woman in red biking leathers slinks in... biking leathers which almost instantaneously turn into a skin-tight red devil costume.
Red looks herself up and down, tugs the zip of her outfit down an inch or two, and grins a brilliant orca-in-a-herd-of-seals grin.
"Well," she says, to apparently nobody, "You can't expect me to celebrate alone..."
She winks, lazily... and suddenly everything changes. (Again.)
There are costumes, naturally -- and is it the narration, or is there a lot more people in here to wear them all of a sudden?
Bunting in black and orange garlands the walls, and carved pumpkins line the bar and the fireplace, flickering eerily. (Every so often, the expressions on them change when you're not paying attention.)
Ghosts can be seen in the mirrors lining the walls... and perhaps not just in the mirrors.
Outside in the dark, a werewolf's cry splits the air, sending packs of demon bunnies flooding towards the back door.
Red pours herself into a seat at the bar, sips the Bloody Mary provided for her, and purrs.
"That's much better."
[OOC: Welcome to the Milliways All-Skate: Halloween Edition!
All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em in!
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. What happens in the All-Skate, stays in the All-Skates! Unless, that is, it happens between approved game characters and all muns agree.
5. Please don't be a dick.
6. Feel free to ignore the theme, if you'd rather -- or even enlarge on it. Interacting with War is also not required, since she does rather tend to spoil everyone's day.]
Red looks herself up and down, tugs the zip of her outfit down an inch or two, and grins a brilliant orca-in-a-herd-of-seals grin.
"Well," she says, to apparently nobody, "You can't expect me to celebrate alone..."
She winks, lazily... and suddenly everything changes. (Again.)
There are costumes, naturally -- and is it the narration, or is there a lot more people in here to wear them all of a sudden?
Bunting in black and orange garlands the walls, and carved pumpkins line the bar and the fireplace, flickering eerily. (Every so often, the expressions on them change when you're not paying attention.)
Ghosts can be seen in the mirrors lining the walls... and perhaps not just in the mirrors.
Outside in the dark, a werewolf's cry splits the air, sending packs of demon bunnies flooding towards the back door.
Red pours herself into a seat at the bar, sips the Bloody Mary provided for her, and purrs.
"That's much better."
[OOC: Welcome to the Milliways All-Skate: Halloween Edition!
All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em in!
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. What happens in the All-Skate, stays in the All-Skates! Unless, that is, it happens between approved game characters and all muns agree.
5. Please don't be a dick.
6. Feel free to ignore the theme, if you'd rather -- or even enlarge on it. Interacting with War is also not required, since she does rather tend to spoil everyone's day.]
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His own attire doesn't change, for as he is now, Wen Kexing needs no costume. His disguise is complete - or so he thinks.
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"Master," Gu Xiang beams, leaning in so she can keep her voice low(er), "Aren't they funny?"
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Instead of what she had been wearing, she is suddenly attired in a snow-white blouse covered in warm leather and golden armor, vambraces on her forearms, and with a deeply red skirt that billows out into yards of fabric at the hem. Though this doesn't startle her much, the skirt gives the woman pause for a moment. Her hesitation clears and her look brightens as she sees the Halloween decorations around the bar and notices the weight of the scabbarded sword hanging from the belt at her hip, a blue stone gleaming at its hilt.
Grinning, she reaches up to touch the diadem set upon her brow. Oh, Milliways. Never change. Or never stop changing.
Once she readjusts her hold on the tray of baked goods, she continues out into the bar room, circling through the occupied tables to see if anyone would like some treats to go with the bar's tricks.
Eventually, her meanderings bring the baker towards the man with the fan. "Happy Halloween," she greets, cheerfully.
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He glances over to find the source of the moving air.
The fan reminds him of Yen.
So does the smirk.
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It's what he should have been wearing as First Disciple of Yunmeng Jiang, dark purple robes complete with the dark cloak he almost never wore.
Welp. He'll just have to dodge Jiang Cheng if this turns out to be the night his once-shidi decides to arrive.
As it is, he's sprawled at one of the tables, enjoying a jar of Emperor's Smile. He was working on talisman etching technique ideas, but... well.
There's pumpkins, and teeny knives, and his lack of impulse control. So Wei Wuxian is eviscerating a pumpkin with great prejudice.
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Not quite alive, driven by resentful energy instead of living qi -- but not a drug-man, either. A person. A dead(?) person walking.
And speaking.
"Excuse me, gongzi!"
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Then shit happened.
She staggers through the door into Milliways, what looks like a sledgehammer made of bronze in her hands, and golden glowing fluid seeping pretty quickly from her upper arm. Something like a blade appears to have given her quite a slash on the arm!
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That is - different.
Eric gets up and move closer, at regular, human speed for once.
He is still vampire pale and quiet, but the colourful Viking get-up might distract from that momentarily.
"You seem to be bleeding."
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Bucky walks into the bar, intending to grab a beer or maybe something stronger, and freezes in his tracks as everything he's wearing suddenly changes. In dismay, he tugs at the jacket he's suddenly wearing and tries to tip the oversized hat from his head, without success.
"Oh, come on."
Now he really needs that drink.
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Something flickers out of the corner of her eye, a rapid flit of something snow-white and fluffy, and she turns, looking for it.
And turns again.
And again. It keeps flitting at the corner of her eye, and she finally stops, waiting, until – "Ha!"
She grabs the thing, only to find it's a... tail. A fluffy white cat tail. And it is solidly attached to her rump. "What?"
She looks down at herself, bewildered by the skintight white catsuit she's now wearing, and lifts her hands to her head, where she feels a pair of soft, fuzzy ears. "Oh, come on!"
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chickenrooster hat to go with the costumes Nic got Gigi and herself. They're a family and who was he to argue with Nic.So when he goes into storage to grab more supplies he certainly wasn't expecting to walk into a bar, he's still on shift for another hour. But welcome to Milliways Conrad.
((there will be no 5th season here, so he is slightly au.))
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Or accidentally hitting someone in the face with it, like this guy wearing a chicken hat. "Sorry," she says, and bats the tail away. "This thing has a mind of its own."
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Abigail Pent | The Locked Tomb
On such a night, one might find a certain woman – a necromancer, a daughter of the Fifth House – in the Bar proper. She has commandeered a medium-ish sized table and covered it with things: books, pieces of parchment, notes. There's a plate of biscuits and a pot of tea. No costume for Abigail Pent, though she observes those on the patrons around her with intent curiosity. She has one pair of glasses tucked on her shining brown hair, and she's wearing another, and she's humming to herself.
She is also, as a certain cavalier might say, mega-dead... but she doesn't seem at all perturbed by it.
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Curious, he wanders over to her and her table. "Hello."
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She reaches up, grinning, to touch the diadem set upon her brow. The bar knows how to do Halloween right.
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But she hadn't, and so he's already there, sitting with a glass of ale and his swords leaning on the bar by his stool, when Rae comes in. There's a quick flash of recognition in his yellow cat's eyes as he looks at her.
"Rae Seddon of New Arcadia," he says, by way of greeting, and gives the armor an approving glance. "Suits you."
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Some of them are kind of cute, though.
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Abigail Pent smiles at her. The thick lenses of her spectacles make her big brown eyes look even larger. "The Ninth would be horrified. It might actually count as some sort of heresy to them. But, you know – "
This is said with a cant of her head that suggests she's speaking in confidence – "One does get a bit tired of decorating with bone. It's just very on the nose."
She studies a small pumpkin nearby, beaming right back at its toothy grin.
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Bacara immediately steps to the side and puts his back to the wall. He recognizes the bar, all right, but what the kriff is he wearing?
Time for a very prompt assessment of what he has to work with.
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Eric walks down the stairs and has barely noticed the changes to the main room - and its denizens - before he feels the clothing on his body morph.
Bar is being nice. Or perhaps not at all.
Whatever the meaning behind the choice, Eric seems pleased enough with the change.
Woolly brown trousers, a russet tunic with a light, blue silk shirt underneath (his favourite). Leather shoes and colourful bands patterned in red and blue wrapped around his lower legs.
His hair brushes his shoulders, but he is still clean shaven. And while he carries no weapons, it's obvious that his two belts are mainly meant for holding those.
It may be cheating, calling it a costume. See if he cares.
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Bar has dressed Sookie up like Tinkerbell in a tight, sparkly green dress that's somehow cut both low and high, and her blonde hair is piled on her head in a loose bun.
And she has wings.
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pick a wizard....
I wish I wasn't accustomed to this sort of thing, but - whatever.
[The bar doesn't dare offer AU!Harry a costume. She leaves him alone with his whisky.]
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"Hello, Harry! How are you?"
If the costume looks like it's been through a nasty fight, well, it has. It has been a bad day in the tradition of Harry's bad days, and it's not over yet.
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A ghost
She is supposed to show up in dreams, not here.
But she is a small child, and they do not always do as they're supposed to.
She's been here once before, a long time ago, but he couldn't see her. Her brother. And she got frightened.
But now she's come back. Maybe just to look at him.
She is a small, blond child in a red dress. Her feet are bare (and a little dirty).
She may come across as a regular child, she may be cold mist and shadows.
Her name is Thorgerd. And she is sad.
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He's dealt with enough ghost children in his life and knows that they tend to be just like any other child. She looks lost and sad, so he's going to treat her like any lost and sad child he's met. Being a ghost is immaterial (hah) to how she's feeling.
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She must be dreaming.
That is the only explanation.
How else would she suddenly find herself in a tavern, filled with so many strangers?
With so much strangeness.
Dreams are but shadows, so she boldly walks through the room, taking all the strange sights in.
She is rather fearless, the daughter of the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood. Young and tall and fair, with hair like liquid silver and gold, trailing behind her.
She is dressed in white, a light, billowing gown, but the effect is slightly spoiled by the burrs clinging to the fabric. And her damp bare feet.
She is already composing a letter in her mind.
I had the strangest dream, filled with sights I can hardly describe, my lord. So many oddities. Will you find me overbold if I ask of you, if that is the way Mortals dream?
Her eyes are large and bright and curious. And her beauty is great and edged with the wildness of the deep forest and the weight of destiny.
Celebrian would love to say hi.
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Bacara is near the door, with his back to the wall, carefully testing the weight of the flanged mace he's holding, and examining the link pattern in his chainmail shirt. He looks up at entry of the lady in white, alert but calm. (Finding a steel-bladed knife sheathed in one of his boots helped, though it's back out of sight.)
Do their eyes meet?
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The Doctor / Star Trek: Voyager
"Ah. Halloween." He understands, even if he doesn't love that the Bar can override his mobile emitter so easily.
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The Devil walks through the door - and is instantly wrapped in a toga.
He looks down at himself, and reaches up to check. Yep, the toga came complete with a fake laurel wreath made of gold.
He beams at the room in general, exclaims "Party!" and goes in search of drinks.
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Sharon is a lightweight.
She's also dressed up, in a white Spandex catsuit, complete with soft, fuzzy cat ears poking out of her hair, and a fluffy white cat tail that's waving gently behind her.
Spotting Lucifer, she laughs. "Hey," she says. "Where's the frat?"
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His hair is longer and he's never worn this many ruffles before, but at least the jacket's a subdued color for all the extra it has on it. Cassian sighs and tries to close up his shirt while he takes the deep red margarita from Bar, she recommended it and it does match his outfit.
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"Do you want some help with that shirt?" If it's making him uncomfortable, she'd be glad to help close it up.
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"Costumes, huh?" Lup doesn't have one on her - she doesn't do this sort of thing except for on the summer solstice. But, being a wizard, it's not much of a problem.
Lup casts Disguise Self and, in a flash, is clad in a red dress with sparkles and feathers, complete with a matching mask.
And with that, Lup-the-phoenix is ready to mingle.
Xie Wang | Word of Honor
His eyes narrow further, lips turning down into a faint frown. He catches sight of himself and realises that he appears to be wearing a scorpion costume. Well. That seems a little on the nose, in his opinion.
His gaze scans the room until he spots a conveniently placed corner table with a good view and he moves through the crowd to settle there, just watching and waiting for something to catch his attention - or something that might explain what, precisely, is going on here.
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Ignore the pumpkin seed accidentally glued onto his cheek. Pumpkin guts just go everywhere, you know?
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