milliways_bar | Entries tagged with dot matrix

Enzo is waiting in the bar this evening in a state of some anticipation. He's got a god on call, and he's arranged matters with his family.

Now to see if this thing works out.

a1enzo

[OOM: In his own world, Enzo celebrates his birthday with family and friends.]

Out by the Caribbean inlet this afternoon/evening, a makeshift boardwalk has been set up on the beach, and on and around the boardwalk, a small funfair. Booths offer carnival games for prizes; waitrats are dispensing food (free; it's a party) from the type of carts normally associated with hot dog vendors, although there's rather more variety available here. Beachy music—with, if you pay attention, oddly computer-centric lyrics—plays over loudspeakers.

And, of course, the sand and waves are ever so inviting.

[OOC: Party time! All Enzo's friends are invited, of course, but everyone is welcome! Open forever, slowtime is love! ~~Slowtime is really love, in fact, because I'll be in the car for hours today and Sunday and have to tag very slowly via Kindle, and Saturday is my sister-in-law's baby shower...~~]

guppy_sandhu

[oom 1: Enzo and Dot formulate a plan to help Guppy with the builders.
oom 2: "I'm not sure why it was labelled 'Apocalypse', but he was very insistant when he came to ask us how to spell it"]

Guppy is sitting outside, in the sun, with both kids. Fry is racing up and down the path on his scooter, and Coral is jumping in mud with her wellies on.

Come join them!

a1enzo

[OOM: Enzo ~~notifies his next of kin~~ makes arrangements.]

Late in the evening (as these things are reckoned), the Door opens and the end of a surfboard pokes through.

Correction, a surfbaud, floating about waist height and laden with crates. As it makes its way into the room, it proves to be guided carefully from behind by Enzo. The sprite is fully geared up with every object of personal protection, utility, or time-killing he owns. There's even a bedroll in case something goes wrong with his room.

Someone is planning to be here for a while, and is taking no chances.

Current Mood: determined

guppy_sandhu

Guppy leaves some little cards with flowers on at the bar.

( Mia, Draco and Cepheus; Enzo; Amanda; Dot, Bob and Mairi; Belle and twins; Kate Barlow; Kate Bishop; Will Scarlett; Mikey and Magellan; Gene Hunt; Ginny Weasley; Remy Hadley; Teja. )

After he's delivered the notes, he hangs around at the bar with tea, in case he's missed anyone or anyone wants to ask details.

[ooc: Tried to pick friends of Guppy who would want to be at a kids' party; if I have missed anyone out, please let me know and I'll add an invite. Party post open from now indefinitely and millitimed to 1st July.]

a1enzo

"I have... for several hours now, I have... since the time of Daemon..."

There's a file window open in front of Enzo. It contains about a paragraph's worth of text, but Enzo is neither reading nor writing just at this moment. Instead, he is murmuring to himself with closed eyes, a furrowed brow, and an impending headache.

For the love of code, someone help him, please.

command_dot_com

This afternoon, for the first time in a long time, there is a different variation of that familiar digital green lifeform seated near the fire. Dot for the most part, hasn't been present, due to certain....things in the bar, but today, she's staring into the fire itself a yet untouched cocktail on the endtable next to her chair.

By now, Enzo's told Turbo what he knows.

Turbo now has to deal with that entire file of nulls.

She should be just a bit happier about that becoming someone else's problem.

command_dot_com

[OOM: At some point, you have to lay your data on the spreadsheet.

If only to see their facades break.]

Tonight, Dot strides in, looking halfway between being tired, and like the cat got into the cream. And for half a second it looks like she's going to the Bar proper for a drink, until she spots someone watching the crowd.

One could be fascinated in the way her face melts from smug to nearly mad rage, for all of the next half second they get to see it, before she stalks back to her door and slams it behind her.

no_justice

It is a very busy time of year for Death, who makes a point of turning up to every single one of his appointments promptly and without complaint, no matter what the weather. But this rush only means it's all the more important that the anthropomorphic personification takes time out to refresh his capacities and get some 'downtime'.

The skeleton in question has asked the Bar if she had any recommendations for something relaxing that humans do, and she rewarded him with two pointed sticks and a skein of black yarn. Death is now sitting at a table with a book on knitting propped open while he attempts to master the stitch.

IN THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR, ONCE AROUND THE... OH BUGGER

He's not doing so well at it.

command_dot_com

Megabyte hasn't been spotted for a few weeks, things are pulling up together back home in regards to a certain secret that has been staying under wraps until the time is right...

So tonight, Dot's got herself a glass of white zipfile, a bag of yarn, and a pair of knitting needles. At some point, someone should really ask this sprite if she's aiming to make an afghan in a single sitting tonight or what.

mendanddefend_archive

...

"Oh, come on, Bar, you're not even trying."

Current Mood: annoyed

command_dot_com

[OOM: Enzo delivers his report on his little....event at the Guardian Academy. Predictibly this is not the best thing Dot could have heard, but he could've done much worse.

Possibly.]

It's late tonight when Dot enters the bar from the upstairs closet of her home, but that's more than well enough. She can take the time she needs to here to work on a speech, as it is very unlikely she'll get much sleep at home until it's done.

After getting herself a big mug of Java, doctored with a little ROM, and a plate of fried paradoxes, she'll settle into a booth to open various vidwindows in front of her to get writing. Every so often Dot will look at a piece, mouth it silently and shake her head. If you get close enough before she notices you, you'd see that it looks like a cross between a speech and a projected dialogue between two people. Dot would probably not mind any old friends dropping in for a distraction, or meeting new people.

Current Mood: annoyed

gone_byebye

Ray comes through the door in a moderately clean jumpsuit, for once. Yes, it's smudged and smells of ozone, but there's no slime and no unholy substances to be seen. That's a step in the right-

Oh. Hrm. Note from the Bar. Well, okay.

Tonight's Specials

The Green Stuff (non-alcoholic)
Quantum Blue (non-alcoholic)
October 27th
Terror From The Deep
The Quickening

"Okay, folks," says Ray, stepping back behind the bar and dusting off his hands. "What'll it be?"

fortheacoma

Upon being informed of a portion of her needra herds being stolen from by bandits, who were grey warriors, Mara had gone out to meet them in a caravan, using herself for bait. They were tempted by the caravan and fell into her traps. She had no problem catching them, using with several warriors and groups of field hands dressed as warriors, a magnificent bluff.

Then she'd recruited them. That had won her more than two hundred warriors in one gambit! Elated, she'd returned home in triumph, to meet Nacoya. Who had proceeded to throw a fit such that Mara simply could not stand.

She'd said things and snapped back and threatened to have her beaten like a kitchen slave.

No, Mara was not very proud of herself right now.

And she certainly wasn't proud of how she'd treated her Nurse. And she was utterly frustrated with the fixation on marriage as a convenient cure all.

Pushed past her limits, feeling guilty and shamed by her actions, she'd dismissed Nacoya, having foolishly promised to consider marriage as an option.

Fortunately, in her conflicted state, while her mind was bewailing her hasty actions, with her current state of disorientation, confusion and worry, she once more ended up opening the door to the Bar instead of that of the bath. Thus buying her yet more time for clear thinking.

Another fortunate thing was that she'd been wearing the key to her room around her neck.

So, now there is a lovely young lady in a dusty but ornate formal robe in the Bar, placing a bangle of rare corcara shell on the Bar's countertop and cautiously asking for some refreshments. Some hints as to where to get clothes and a bath would be nice; she wants to stay here where it's safe to think. Advice is very much welcomed.

(OOC: Going out to see a movie, slowtime is LOVED.)

command_dot_com

Perhaps she hasn't been in Bar in a while, a few months maybe more? Look, we'll see what kind of free-thought time you come up with between running a small city and raising a special needs daughter.

For what it's worth tonight however, there's a green Matrix (the one who hasn't been duplicated) sitting on a mat with colored randomly-lighting dots, and a toddler who is having a lot of fun chasing after each flicker of color by crawling towards them.

Neither really all that adverse to company, old or new.

notascreensaver

[OOM: In which things go bump in the night, and the good news is shared.]

command_dot_com

Well, today Dot came in to pick up Mairi's snacks to be digitized. The toddler has all the appetite of her daddy, and User-food that has been converted lasts just a little longer. And she just got the tab recall notice.

That's the part where she pays in an instant and nothing more is regarded to HER tab thank you very much.

The other part is in picking up the box of snacks to leave that she gets an idea. With a piece of paper and a marker from Bar, she begins writing up a notice for the community board in a neat printout script.

COMMISSION WANTED: WILL PAY SOME OF YOUR TAB, OR IN CURRENCY OF CHOICE
Seeking to commission gift for friend. Item creation skills a must, magic-related skills are a plus.

Will discuss with possible artisians by fire, will provide snacks, look for the lady with green skin. Bring examples of handiwork.

Once that is posted to the notice board, she'll take the snacks up to be converted and leave them in her room. Once back down, it's a lady lounging by the fire, a big cold pitcher of Ray's greenstuff with several empty glasses nearby, and a large order of fried paradoxes. Just waiting to see who shows up on the first night.

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.]

a1enzo

Enzo, as a general rule, comes to Milliways on purpose, through the hall closet at home or a door in the utility tunnels at school. The Door doesn't often take him by surprise, so he's a bit startled when he finds himself in the bar instead of the equipment room after Game Simulations class.

He's also a bit embarrassed, since he's still carrying a toy shortsword and wearing a horned helmet, a big, bulbous false nose, and fangs.

"Weal fummy, Lan'lor'," he mutters, closing the Door quickly before any of his classmates can see through it.

a1enzo

[OOM, following this: Enzo makes arrangements. Sneaky, sneaky arrangements.]

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is sitting in the bar with a sign. Xigbar wrote the sign and it reflects his taste in speech. However the sentiment is correct.

Wanted: One professional shrink who's okay with magic and shit.'

aeons_crackshot

Once, there was a Guardian cadet named Enzo who invited a human named Annabelle to visit the system of Mainframe.

Said cadet introduced Annabelle to all sorts of things, including the joy of zipboards and a certain problem with a bunch of nasty folks called neovirals.

After a tour and a night spent information gathering at the hotel, Annabelle meets Enzo for breakfast. Then a game cube descends.

The User's bitmap was kicked, but not without some difficulties. Also, the multiverse seems to like sticking Annabelle in princess outfits.

Annabelle's Hell pistols have been converted into energy weapons with a stun setting. After the game, she's feeling cranky and has time on her hands and the location of lots of neovirals. She decides to pay them a visit. The results are fairly predictable.

guppy_sandhu

There were a number of people in need of medical help the other day, so as soon as he's had a bit of sleep from the Kazic trip he's back in the bar running clinic. There might be more flu or vampire victims out there.

He puts up the clinic sign and starts looking through some papers on his table.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in
Flu advice and assistance here

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!