milliways_bar | Entries tagged with danny phantom

[OOM: Four months ago, Danny and Danielle Fenton celebrated their joint birthdays.

Includes miniature golf, bouncy castles and a surprise visit from Ember McClain.

ami_imperfect

[OOM: Millitimed to the afternoon of February 25-

Friends and family of Danny and Danielle Fenton gather in Amity Park for a little birthday bowling...

...followed by the most awesome post-bowling birthday concert ever.]

command_dot_com

As soon as Dot enters the bar she drops a small file window onto the Bartop.

"Bar, if you could distribute these to everyone on the list, I'd much appreciate it, thank you."

( Christmas card for Agent K, Annebelle Newfield, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Optimus, Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Barbara Gordon, Danny Phantom, Dani Phantom, YT, Hiro Protagonist, Hellboy and Liz Sherman, Mia Ausa, She-hulk, Suzi and Whistler, Carl Arbogast, Divis Mal, Foxtrot X-Ray, Bill Pardy, Garion, and Laini... )

What that out of the way and a nice digitized NA Egg Nog offered up by Bar, Dot's going to set up a little play area for the artist of this year's card. Mairi's still got some physical development to get a little help with. After all she's just started crawling on her own properly...

One Mother and daughter playing on a blanket in one corner of the Bar tonight, friends and well-meaning company welcome!

ami_imperfect

[Milli-timed to sometime during November:

Enzo spends a holiday from school in Amity Park.]

a1enzo

[[OOM: Dani Phantom checks out.]]

Enzo is sitting at a table, sipping occasionally from a large mug of Cocoa. Mostly, he's staring into space.

His expression is constantly changing, but it's staying almost exclusively on the positive side of the emotional graph. Sometimes it soars off asymptotically into utter bliss, sometimes it drops near a thoughtful zero, and sometimes it's an unplottable mix of happiness and sadness, but only occasionally does it cross the axis outright into negative territory. Whatever's weighing on his mind, it's not a bad thing.

It's sure got him quiet, though.

[[OOC: Open as long as you like.]]

ami_imperfect

[Yesterday: Dani and Enzo got an update on the situation in Amity Park/Dani's world that...didn't really sit well with them. So, naturally, they decided to take matters into their own hands.

After successfully saving the world, secrets are revealed and explanations are given, and Dani finally finds where she belongs.

Today: During a brief pit-stop in Chile before returning to Amity Park, Dani and Enzo spend some quality time, in which important confessions are finally made.

OOMs are rated F for teenage flirting, P for (totally justifiable and possibly gratuitous) property damage and E for Epic Saving of the World.]

mendanddefend_archive

[Out of Milliways: Parts of it are still in slowtime, but yesterday two sprites got hitched.]

command_dot_com

Tonight, just out of the office and practically glowing with glee, you have a green COMMAND.COM at the bar with two boxes, one small, one rather large which soon get set down upon the surface.

"Bar? Could you deliver these invites to Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Suzi and Whistler, Danny Phantom, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, YT, Hiro Protagonist and Barbara Gordon?"

( Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Suzi and Whistler, Danny Phantom, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, YT, Hiro Protagonist and Barbara Gordon )

"And deliver the rest of these to everyone else in the Bar that Bob and I have ever talked to more than once."

( All Milliways )

Both boxes disappear into the Bar's surface and are replaced by a napkin soon filled with writing.

anything else?

"Yes, could I get a large salad, two c-loin steaks, an order of paradoxes, some chips, 2 energy shakes, an order of cyber-fries, 2 bowls of RAM, and some fruit to convert into digitized form?"

eating with Bob?

"No, this for me, I've been hungry all cycle. Oh! And a mug of Ray's Green Stuff."

After a long pause the order is delivered on severals trays which Dot carries over into a booth to devour. So long as you don't take her food, she is totally botherable this evening.

Current Mood: hungry

ami_imperfect

[So a long, long time ago, or at least back before Bob and Dot's vacation in Suzi and Whistler's world, Enzo came up with a solution to Dani's stabilization problem. Of course, they have to get permission from Danny and Dot first.

A few days later Oracle, Danny and Dani are digitized and enter Mainframe. Once there everyone heads to a sooper-sekrit lab in a sooper-sekrit location where the procedure gets underway. Dani wakes up microseconds later at the Matrix residence and entertains some visitors.

A cycle later there is breakfast, followed by Mouse putting Dani through her paces to see if the procedure fixed everything.

All OOMs rated MF for mild flirting between two tweenagers, O for overprotective older brother-figures and S for surgery.]

a1enzo

[OOM: Enzo's first Game as a Guardian is more than meets the eye. Rated N for Non-explicit Naughtiness in the prologue and R for ROBOTS!]

One thing no one likes about Games - even those who generally enjoy them, like Enzo - is when they come down in the middle of the night. It may not be bad at the time, but you always pay for it later. On the other hand, no one expects you to be fully functional the day after.

Enzo wants to be, though. He's his system's newest Guardian, for as long as he's still at home, and he owes it to the system to be fully alert and on the ball when he's on duty. And a Guardian is always on duty.

So he's cheating. Hooray for Milliways time-freeze!

In other words: green boy napping onna couch. With a teddy bear. Frisket's curled up on the couch, too, and kind of crowding Enzo's feet.

Current Mood: tired

a1enzo

[OOM: Resurrection and pirate party!]

Enzo Matrix has been charging back and forth between the Bar and the back door all morning, fetching bowls and platters for the adults to arrange on the tables out back.

He looks a bit different today, in a couple of respects. Firstly, he's almost two inches taller and, whereas before he looked about-nine-or-ten, he's now clearly about-ten-or-eleven. Secondly, he's got a new outfit...

Now, finally, it's all ready! Enzo pelts back into the barroom, bellows "PARTY TIME!!" and heads back outside.

Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: "Happy Birthday" as performed by Dethklok

fryertuck

"Attention, any guys here who used to be gals!" yells the 15-year-old girl standing on the Bar. "I am in the same minty-fresh boat as you, and I am rather desperately in need of kissing!"

Any takers?

fryertuck

The victory against Daemon may have been rather Pyrrhic, but at least some good was gotten out of it. Like some absolutely killer digital footage of a truck colliding with a girl in midair and blowing up.

'Course, even awesome footage like this must be edited for maximum effect and the average online attention span. So Tucker's got his laptop and a plate of liver and onions and is happily splicing away.

"What do you think?" he asks Danny, in regards to which track off of King's Men (the latest Dumpty Humpty album) would make the best accompaniment. "That riff from 'My Wits Are Scrambled', or '(If It's Over) Let's Make It Over Easy' for the irony?"

Current Mood: productive

a1enzo

[Due to the wonders of Millitime, this takes place the morning after this thread, yet at the same time is happening right now. Whoa.]

Contrary to his own expectations, Enzo slept pretty well last night. No nightmares, although he did have a weird dream in which Hex turned into a pile of nulls with Mike the TV's voice. At any rate, he's well rested and ready for some world-saving.

But first, breakfast. He's at the Bar, eating a large waffle with far too much Maple syrup. Frisket has a bowl of something you're probably happier not knowing about.

[Leading to a supply run, mass digitization and mission briefing, and divers excitement and alarums.]

[First two subthreads are plotlocked. Enzo, at least, would welcome greetings in the third.]

Current Mood: anxious

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco had spoken to Potter a while back, and Harry mentioned a secret. Something horrible and evil. One that's unspeakable and unforgiveable. Worse than Voldemort himself.

He steeled himself, and asked the Bar for some.

There was a note on a napkin, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, just give them already." He scooped up the materials. If you listened closely, you could almost hear the distant voices of cackling evil laughter, and piercingly shrill squees of delight.

He carefully placed them on a table, and ordered a drink. Just from what Harry had said before, he knew he would need it.

Mr. Malfoy was learning about the evil that is HP fandom. (Though luckily, he's being spared the truly mind numbingly worse of the lot, because that's too much for most muns, much less the pup.)

Shortly into reading, there's a loud cry, "URRRGHHHH! I don't even LIKE HIM! And WHY AM I PREGNANT??"

bigheadedchild.livejournal.com

There's a boy with an abnormally large head ~~lurking~~ sitting in a booth. He hasn't been seen lately, mostly due to ~~his mun not braining him~~ being preoccupied with thwarting Zim.

At the moment though, he's fiddling with something that looks like nothing so much as a high-tech, electronic... Tome.

It is, in fact, a spell-drive. It it both high-tech and magical.

And it has a few cast-points left.

If you step close enough, you might hear him muttering to himself.

madroxmadrox.livejournal.com

Anyone standing near the front door might notice a series of sounds.

The first one is a shout. It's more of a scream, really. One of those long, desperate, 'something really bad is about to happen' affairs.

The second is a series of thuds, rapidly gaining in volume, and, well, volume. As though there's ever-increasing amounts of stuff causing the noise. These thuds end abruptly with a very loud BANG which shakes the heavy wood of the bar door.

There's a silence, and then someone mutters, "Fucking stairs."

Someone else -- logically, it must be someone else, though this person has the exact same voice -- says, "Hey, check it out, a door!"

It opens. A man enters, grinning broadly, eyes wide with awe.

He is followed immediately afterwards by an identical man, this one scowling deeply. "What the hell is this place?"

A third man, who is so similar to the others as to make no difference, wanders in and eyes the decor skeptically. "I don't know, but the wood paneling has a certain vintage appeal..."

Another man enters. And another. And another.

It's kind of like watching a clown car unpack, to be honest.

a1enzo

RECRUITING!! People to help save the 'Net! Must be able to enter computers or willing to be digitized. Look for the banner.
reads the text file on the bulletin board.

And the other text files all over the walls.

And the ones hovering over the tables.

And a few up in the rafters.

And the great big one over the table at which sits Enzo Matrix, clad in a Guardian costume. (Not that anyone's going to recognize it as such, the only Guardians to visit Milliways are Bob and Matrix and neither wears the standard uniform anymore, but it makes him feel better.) Behind him, Hack and Slash are waving the aforementioned banner enthusiastically.

Current Mood: determined

fryertuck

The Door flies open with a bang.

Framed by the doorway is a certain technogeek, who (despite there being no floor on the other side) is standing with feet apart, arms akimbo, and generally looking as dramatically macho as a scrawny, bespectacled teenager in a red beret can.

"Step aside!" he declares to the room at large, striding over the threshold. "Tucker Foley has some world-saving to do!"

Then he stops and glances back over his shoulder. "Who'm I looking for again?"

Current Mood: productive

a1enzo

[In this installment, a virus approaches Mainframe with her new helpers, a boy plays catch with his dad, seduction is attempted and cut short, and plans are put into motion. Speaking of which, here comes one of those plans now!]

Little Matrix enters the bar with two bots, a dog, and a look of determination. He looks around the bar, mentally reviewing as he does so the tasks he has been charged with. Wait here until someone comes to fetch me. Until then, stay with someone on the safelist. And find Programmers. Someone who can fix the cure so it's more compatible, and find out why it didn't work when Bob tried to...

Oh no! Bob! I forgot to tell Dot...

Matrix freezes, then wheels around and charges back past his escort toward the Door.

It's locked.

[Not plotlocked in any way. Go for it.]

Current Mood: kicking myself

fryertuck

[[Millitimed to shortly after the Brawl - specifically, coincident with the cells thread. However, feel free to stretch Millitime as far as you like, just so long as it doesn't cause excessive confusion or universe-destroying paradoxes.

Not the pup's first entrance, but first entrance by this mun. If you've met Tucker before, do not assume I know anything about it.]]

[OOM: Poor, put-upon Danny.]

Tucker's been to Milliways before, but mostly under... interestingly unpleasant circumstances. This time, while he's technically here due to another crisis, the main body of the crisis is over and his only duty is to help prevent patricide. However, he can't very well be present during the first part of Danny's talk with his parents; that would just raise more questions.

Thus, there is a teen technogeek chillin' at the bar, attacking a very large plate of ribs and taking digital photos of anything particularly interesting he sees. (Mostly hot chicks.) Company welcome. (Especially if you are a hot chick.)

Current Mood: excited

ahogarse.livejournal.com

Someone is outside the bar. Someone is outside the bar, in the woods, watching everything around him with great alarm and caution. He can hear strange sounds from inside tonight. He's not sure they're good sounds.

Someone is breathing, softtly, and you can hear it from farther away than you would if it were a normal child, between the trees. It's a difficult sound to place. Off, somehow.

passthefudge

"Maddie! Bring my fudge down when you come!"

You hear that bellow? It's coming from the Door which has just swung open on a set of stairs. At the top, you might glimpse bits of living room furnature...but not for long. The view is quickly blocked by a large, orange object which barrels down the stairs and into Milliways. As it skids to a stop, you can see it's a rather large, jumpsuit-clad human. A very shocked, larged, jumpsuit-clad human.

He stares for a moment, wheels in his head audibly grinding.

"GALLOPING GHOSTS! MADDIE! THE LAB'S BEEN COMPROMISED!"

wyrd-fox.livejournal.com

Presented for your approval.

A seemingly innocent fox naps on a table.

In front of him is the remains of what appears to be shrew casserole.

Four tails are wrapped around him for warmth.

Would be a pity to disturb him, wouldn't it?

yankeedoodle_dr

Dear Dad, is how the letters always start. Hawkeye Pierce is strictly a traditionalist, after all. He usually goes on to discuss life at the 4077th. The meatball surgery, the kids (sometimes men, sometimes civilians of all ages, sometimes generals, but usually kids) who come through, the occasional rumble of mutiny in the camp, Henry Blake's loveable bumbling, the driving range into the minefield, Five O'Clock Charlie, Happy Hour -- Hawkeye is a talker, and boring as life can get sometimes in Korea, he is never short of things to tell his father. Writing about his surroundings is a particularly useful construct.

Trap and I have found a new bar. As quaint as Rosie's is, this one is especially interesting. The service isn't quite as charming, but I've found that the view more than makes up for it.

Sprawled at a table with a legal pad and a martini at hand, Hawkeye glances up at the observation window. He closes one eye and traces invisible lines between several exploding stars with his pencil before returning to his letter. He jots down lines quickly, handwriting teetering dangerously near illegible, as it always does.

I know you've tried to tell me this place isn't the end of the world, Dad, and I think you're right. It's the end of the universe, at the very least.