milliways_bar | Entries tagged with atton rand

"Cheat!"

"Jerk!"

"Mean!"

"Shortarse!"

"Lanky!"

A devil and a (sort-of) Jedi walk into a bar.

They're squabbling, as usual, and using magic and the Force to make their points (whatever those might be), also as usual. It's hard to tell whether or not they've actually noticed they're back in Milliways...

Until a stray blast of power (Force? Magic? Who knows? Not them!) flies over Sam's shoulder to hit the Demon Karaoke Machine.

Sam and Atton freeze wide-eyed, a pair of oversized naughty children. An ominous silence reigns.

And then, just as they relax, the big band starts up - which is apparently the cue to flood the bar and rafters with fuzzy, technicolour, singing... beings?

It's time to play the music!
It's time to light the lights!
It's time to tip your waitrats in the All-Skate Post tonight!

It's time to get made-over!
'Til Bar thinks you look right!
It's time to raise the curtains on the All-Skate Post tonight!

"Why do we always come here?" Sam demands.

Atton can only shake his head. "I guess we'll never know. It's like a kind of torture, to put up with your jokes."

But now let's try a Paradox!
(Why don't you try a Paradox?)
It's time to get things started
On the most sensational,
Inspirational, celebrational, Muppetational --
This is what we call an All-Skate Poooooooost!

A ball of green smoke from Gonzo's trumpet hits both Sam and Atton square in the face as the music fades out, taking the Muppets with it; though the bar retains its new intake, a noticeably less fuzzy cast now flood the place.

The pair originally responsible for the chaos can only stare at each other. "Well," Sam says, eventually, "That was... different."

"You're telling me," remarks Kermit, heading to the bar for a pondweed and soda.

[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. Please don't be a dick.

Please also feel free to notice the sudden onset of Muppety chaos - or not, as you prefer. This will most likely be Sam's last ever Milliways EP, as I've sent in his retirement request - I'm not intending to throw him into the comments, but if you want him for a thread, shoot me a message.]

stuck_mynock

[Visiting post in the cells for Barry Allen.]

vyvyan

It's bloody freezing at home with no electricity or gas, so Vyv has spent a couple of days hanging out around here, sleeping mostly in the infirmary's day room to avoid clocking up any more on his tab.

But it's given him time to remember that he was going to give a couple of people presents for the holidays. So earlier today he trekked out as far as the mountains, and broke off some rocks with his head until some interesting bits (of rock, not his head) dropped off.

With superhuman strength, it doesn't take long to polish them up. The ones for the girls, he carves in the outline of a flower on the surface, and for Atton's he carves in a lightning bolt.

He heads back to the bar to warm up again, before leaving the rocks with Bar.

"The lightning one's for Atton." he says. "The other two are for Alex whatever her last name is - Voss? - and Alana. I know it's a bit of a shit present, but..." he trails off and shrugs.

He goes off to sit by the fire, emptying some more rocks from his pockets onto the floor and shaping them up. He's not sure what for, maybe someone'll buy them off him or something.

vyvyan

[not!oom: The day after his release from the cells, Vyvyan runs into a Wilford out for revenge, gets rescued by Atton, who then catches up with Wilford and nicks him.

Violence and cruelty warning particularly in the first thread. Medic thread still in process.]

cottoncandypink

The front door opens with a bang, and Wilford steps through, pink, bristling, and holding a .44 Magnum revolver. Also, he’s very much not dead. He got better.

But just because he got better doesn’t mean he isn’t furious about being killed in the first place. Wilford doesn’t like repeating himself. He especially doesn’t like repeating the same week over, and over, and over, and over again. Before, when it was his own damn fault, he couldn’t really do anything about it. But now, Vyvyan has made himself a target.

“Where is the little cocksucker?” he demands, knowing damn well he’ll see Vyvyan here today. He has every other time he’s repeated this week, and expects today to be no different.

[ooc: ~~potential pre-warning for, ya know. Blood, violence, and Vyvyan probably being Vyvyan. Also, Wilford being Wilford.~~ Apply these to Vyvyan's post instead.]

cottoncandypink

There’s been a lot of commotion around Milliways today, both inside and outside.

Wilford is dead, Vyvyan is in the cells, and Jim thinks it was all hilarious.

[ooc: Warnings for blood, death, and Vyvyan being Vyvyan. Feel free to react, gossip, or whatever. Timing is funky, because of real life.]

cute_bruiser

Molly comes into the bar in her uniform, doesn't break stride, stalks straight past a certain patron as if she hadn't seen him, and gets a bottle of beer from Bar.

She doesn't write the note for Security until she's finished it and got a second.

Guys,

Lecter's back.

If anyone else wants to get drunk and not talk about that, I'll buy the first round.

(PS. Calling him 'Mr' seems to bug him.)

Xx Moll

If she looks pissed off, that's because she is. (For reasons entirely unrelated to the bad suit, as it happens, although he's not exactly made her day.)

Friggin' awesome.

(She's not gonna object to talking with non-Security members, either, but her badge is conspicuously not on right now.)

baptizemyself

It's beautiful bright sunny day. The squid is chilling in the lake. The demon bunnies are skirting the edge of the forrest, looking for easy prey. And there is a party going on.

Why?

Why not!

Who needs a reason to have a good old fashioned lake party?

Certainly not us!

[OOC: Happy Tenth Anniversary, Milliways! You know the drill! Tag one, tag all, threadhop! Enjoy!]

cute_bruiser

At the front door, something goes CRUNCH.

Specifically, it's most of the hand of a Sentinel, as broad in the palm as the woman who struggles through the door with it is tall; it goes crunch again as she slams it back against the wall until it breaks off, and the door slams shut before any more of the robot can follow.

Still, she rips off the fingers one-by-one and smashes them, just in case; Sentinels have form for reactivating at all the least convenient moments.

"Bar, are all the over-dramatic entrances actually, like, necessary?" Molly demands of no-one in particular, her eyes still alight with pink as she drags as much of the wreckage as she can hold towards the bar.

"Not that I actually mind, but sooner or later someone's gonna have conniptions."

[OOC: Open til forever!]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy hasn't got a lot of time before preparing for a very busy couple of days, but he drops off a collection of little packages at the tree. (Except for Gavroche who got his yesterday.) With each one comes a card the kids helped make and then copied.

( Enzo, Hannibal, Zhaan, Thirteen, Malcolm, Charles Xavier, Doc, Knox, any other medics/heroes/reducers of damage )

( Atton, Kate Barlow, Michaelangelo, Raphael, Sherlock, Will Scarlett, Gene Hunt, Ben Grimm, Javert, Teja, Amanda, Mia, Ginny, any other cops/heroes/fighters )

He also carefully deposits some presents Fry has been making from salt dough.
Some of them may take a little deciphering.

( Enzo, Hannibal, Charles Xavier, Atton, Kate Barlow, Mikey, Raph, Sherlock, Teja, Gene )

He hangs around a few minutes to check if anything is going on before heading back to the excited small people at home.

[ooc: Guppy and I have been kicking around for nearly nine years, we've talked to a lot of people - if you feel your pup is missing off this list please add yourself to the appropriate category, or if you have an overlap, pick one :)]

cute_bruiser

"--And you can't make me!"

Molly slams the door behind her, but as soon as she sees the bar it's as if her mood flips on a coin: she tosses her hair back and beams delightedly, eyes lighting up (with joy, not super-powers).

She bounces off to the bar for a drink... and pauses noticeably when she sees the outside through the door.

Still, she can explore what on earth caused that mess later - first things first, and milkshakes always come first.

Feel free to catch her either at the bar, or exploring the mess outdoors wide-eyed (and more than a little worried she knows what happened).

The narration would be grateful if you don't tell her that her older self helped to cause it, though.

cute_bruiser

Afterwards, there is a skinny young woman with pink streaks in her hair, white-faced and worried-looking (but totally not upset, she swears), sprawled out long-limbed and asleep on a sofa.

She'd really rather not be, but she can't leave until she's left a note about... everything... for the rest of Security. And when she tried she quickly found she was still far, far too exhausted to write one that made any damn sense at all, and she can't sleep upstairs - she just can't, she's tried.

So she's asleep downstairs instead, for the foreseeable, sheets of paper tumbled to the floor where she finally lost the battle against sleep. (Some of them even have attempts at writing on; there's a Sharpie somewhere nearby, too.) But she's not so deeply asleep that she won't wake up if anyone strays too close.

stuck_mynock

Atton's had a good haul of thieving jobs lately, which is something to be happy about.

Unfortunately, 'thieving jobs' doesn't usually translate to as much exercise as he'd like, so he's up in the gym in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with a picture of a happy nerf on it, working up a sweat. Currently, this involves attacking a heavy bag.

Botherable.

cute_bruiser

There is a tall, slim young woman at the bar, drinking a Long Island Iced Tea where once she slurped milkshake. (The straws are still pink and glittery though, because sparkles are forever.)

She's sitting on a barstool with her long legs neatly crossed, distractedly reading Peter and Alice.

Oh, and Molly's also wearing boots, gauntlets and a black-and-pink superhero suit.

Come say hi?

stuck_mynock

Sometimes, an Atton.

He's sprawled on the sofa, absently cleaning his lightsaber - a process that involves having most of the parts floating above him as he works. He has his Security badge pinned to the back of his glove.

Botherable.

boston_bruiser

[Sometime after this thread.]

“Shitshitshit, won’t stop bleeding, fuckfuckfuck…”

So somebody was a little dubious as to the authenticity of one Eric Northman in regards to his whole…‘being a vampire’ thing.

“Stupid goddamn motherfucking fangs…”

That somebody decided to be a smartass.

“Fucking asshole, shoulda capped him right there…”

And that somebody subsequently received a Very Nasty Bite to the forearm that has yet to clot.

“Piece of shit gauze…”

He might just be in a corner booth, holding a bloodstained dressing to the affected area.

“Gonna stake his ass next chance I get, pine right through the fucking chest…”

(And secretly freaking out over his chances of developing fangs and a taste for hemoglobin.)

guppy_sandhu

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in

There's a lot of paperwork associated with changing jobs. Guppy is currently struggling his way through one of the more complicated forms, with a certain amount of out loud mumbling.

"'If you have a car... and you travel more than twelve thousand miles a year, please enter your engine size and average estimated work distance travel per year...' ... wait, are they trying to charge me twenty pounds a month more to park one minute closer to the hospital?"

After a few more minutes, he tears off the travel expenses form, tosses it in the fire, and just fills in the parking permit.

againsttherules

Jack enters the bar looking a fair bit better off than the last time he came through the door.

He's had a couple of weeks R&R and, while they've got an exercise planned for tomorrow, Milliways is a welcome break from life.

mycursedface

The front door opens.

A pretty normal occurrence, really, particularly when someone walks in.

Make that two someones - both dark-haired, both short for their genders, the man wicked-eyed and scruffy but nevertheless basically human-looking; the woman decidedly not. She has golden wings, black snakes tumbled through her black hair, and is carrying a cocktail glass.

To be fair, so is the man. The man-shaped-being.

(Their clothes aren't exactly Earth, either, being made of fabric of...whatever planet Atton left them on before he got distracted by something shiny. Medusa could never remember how to pronounce it.)

"Ohhhh, look! Milliways!" Medusa says, passing her hand over her eyes. "I was wondering when it was going to appear again."

Not too much, though; she has sand on her feet.

[ooc: ~~two pups, two muns, open until we say otherwise!~~

And saying otherwise. We'll pick up threads when we can :D]

againsttherules

Jack's been around since he came in.

He took a room that evening, because it was easier than anything else. Since then, he's been in and around, keeping up with his PT outside (He hasn't yet found the gym), even when the snow came.

Today, PT has meant a Snowball fight, rather than anything hugely strenuous, but it raised his heart rate and kept it up.

So, when he comes in, he's shivering and cold, so he heads over to the fire to have a dinner of Steak and Ale Pie.

Later on, he can be found with a 747 Manual, still by the fire, flicking through it.

againsttherules

[Out in the Desert]

The door opens, and Jack walks in, fully armed, wearing desert camouflage and looking absolutely drained. There's a cut that's running a nice trickle of blood down his cheek. It probably looks worse than it is, because ears do that. Also, the earpiece he has in is looking like it's seen better days.

He's leading with his Austeyr, but when he registers where he is, he points the weapon to the floor, and locks the safety on before letting it hang loose on the strap over his neck.

He looks around.

"You know what? This is the best news I've had all day."

He wanders over to the bar, and orders a pint of ice cold water. When you're living in the desert, water becomes a luxury, cold water doubly so.

Except, Bar doesn't provide. Instead, she gives him a bowl of warm water and a towel.

"Come on, I'm not that badly off." napkin and a Mirror appears on the surface of the bar. "Oh. Right."

He heads to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he's sat on a bar stool, cleaned up a bit, with the remains of his earpiece on the bar in front of him, and that pint of water he wanted.

boston_bruiser

Voodoo’s back.

He’s been back for a couple of days by Bar’s reckoning, but you wouldn’t have seen him come in. As a matter of fact, you wouldn’t have seen him at all before now. He made sure of that.

He doesn’t remember much of the Overworld assault. He likes it that way, if only because he doesn’t like recalling what little he does remember. Far as he’s concerned, whatever’s left to do is in Freeman’s hands.

But. He’s back in-Bar, he’s still on active duty back home, and he needs to burn off some energy. And it’s Tuesday.

Time for Fucking Fifties.

Fifty handstand pushups, a hundred jumping lunges, fifty mountain climbers, fifty one-legged side hops, fifty eight-count bodybuilders, fifty one-legged squats, and fifty pullups, repeated five times through. He’s in the gym, working his way through it.

He was feeling lazy today, so he’s barefoot and clad only in a pair of faded sweatpants.

Rage Against the Machine’s on the stereo. The mun wouldn’t be surprised if it could be heard Bar-wide – Voodoo’s always liked his music loud.

That…thing, whatever the hell it was – it’s gone now, long gone.

And that’s just the way John likes it.

He’d be back in his own world right now, but he’s reluctant to leave without Jim and Kate, and even more reluctant to face the Marshal on his own. Lawman or no, John ain’t trusting the man as far as he can throw him until he’s got a feel for his character.

He’s taking a walk out by the lake, pausing every so often to take in the scenery.

The Camelephants are in five days, now. Bolin’s technique is solid, and so is Mako’s, but Hasook is still the same apathetic waterbender he was two days ago, still the same weak link.

It frustrates Mako to no end. And when Mako is frustrated, he trains.

Those who venture out back might see him practicing some firebending forms by the lake in a style that resembles a curious mishmash of Northern Shaolin and Western boxing. Really, though, you’d have to pull your eyes away from the flames billowing around him to make the distinction.

Come say hi. He won’t bite.

[OOC: To make it easier on all of us, please specify who you're tagging in the subject line. Thanks, and have fun!]

stuck_mynock

Atton has a blanket, and the entire sofa.

This is to say he's sprawled, in a t-shirt and jeans, beneath a rather thick duvet patterned with ducks, with one arm settled behind his head and the other holding a novel.

(It's titled 'The Immaculate Presentation' and the cover has a waifish woman, framed with hair of a shade of red that does not occur in nature, grasped in the arms of an inexplicably shirtless, burly blond man, against a sunset-lit regency countryside.

Nobody has ever said that Atton's taste in books was good.)

Botherable.

battle_butler

Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason.
Should ever be forgot.

When Alfred came in today, he noticed the date on the calendar behind the bar. It seems to be matching up with home, for once. And well, it feels like no one remembers the 5th of November in America.

So, he goes outside, and spends the afternoon gathering firewood. It's now all piled up in a cunningly stacked bonfire. All that is needed is an effigy, Alfred's got the Guy Fawkes mask.

Remember, remember,
The fifth of November.
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason,
Why gunpowder treason.
Should ever be forgot.

[ooc: Standard party post rules apply, all welcome!]

[Edit: 12:45am GMT: Alfred-mun is going to bed, slowtimes are welcome.]

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's got some decisions to make. Well, okay, sure, she's actually already made them. Well, it. But also, she's really enjoying air-conditioning and ice cream.

The ice cream really helps with the cognitive process.

She is sitting in the rafters, picking splinters of wood out from her jeans. Nobody polishes up here. Occasionally, a drop of ice cream hits the floor below. It's very melty.