milliways_bar | Entries tagged with duck

[OOM: Between The Spinners, Part 1 and The Spinners, Part 2, both previously posted:

Once upon a time there was a king with twelve beautiful daughters. Every night the king locked his daughters up in one small room with one small door. But every morning the princesses' shoes were worn through, as if the princesses had danced in them all night. The king wondered where his daughters went in the night. He commanded that any man who could find their dancing-hall within three days and three nights would marry a princess and become the new king. Any man who failed in that time would be put to death.

I wonder, if he finds the dancing-hall in time, what else will the man find?]

Fakir stumbles through the front door, too drained to care that he's at Milliways rather than his home at the Goldkrone smithy. Three minutes later, he's sound asleep on a couch by the fireplace. Nothing short of another allpocalypse will disturb him now.

--

After eight dreamless hours, Fakir's hunger wakes him. He pushes his tangled hair out of his eyes and straightens his wrinkled shirt. I need a bath. But after three days fasting, food takes priority.

--

[Hello, Milliways! It's been too long. Catch me at aim: manuscriptgeek.]

reallyaduck

Duck places one foot slowly after another, dragging her toes, as she slumps her way into the bar.

Pique won't talk to her; Fakir is expelled; Mytho is -- Mytho is she doesn't even know what, and she doesn't have any idea what's going on.

Sitting at a table in Milliways might not actually help with any of that, but it's better than listening to Lilie go on and on about how she and Pique are going to have a battle --

-- not that she's annoyed with Lilie! She's happy Lilie is having fun! Lilie is her only friend right now who isn't sad or upset, and that counts for something, right?

(Okay maybe she's a little tiny bit annoyed with Lilie. But she doesn't know what to do with that feeling, so Milliways it is!)

reallyaduck

Everything's fine. Mytho fell out a window, and Princess Tutu saved the day, and that was all pretty normal, and okay, there was that weird thing with Mr. Cat's shoes, but everything's still basically fine, right?

Except, no, it's not. Everything's not fine. Something's wrong with Mytho, something's really wrong, something to do with crows -- something Duck doesn't know how to fix.

At least, not by herself.

When she peers around the edge of the door to Milliways, and then sidles in, there's an anxious air around her that's awfully unlike the usual Duck.

[OOC: Duck is looking for Fakir, but she'll talk to anyone! She has no idea how much time has passed since the last time she was in Milliways, although, uh, the player does, and is apologetic about it.]

fairytaleknight

[a few minutes into Episode 15]

Fakir walks out of the door of Mr. Cat's office, past a pile of identical teenage girls, without saying a word.

Without saying a word, he stops at the library, borrows three books, and carries them out with him. The library isn't far enough away from the other students; anyone could walk in, at any time.

Milliways, then. Fakir sits at a corner booth with his books and a cup of tea he isn't drinking.

What's happened to Mytho?

reallyaduck

Duck has no idea that anything has changed in the bar since the last time she was here.

(. . . she also has no idea how long it's been since the last time she was here. There are benefits to living in a fairy-tale town that works on timeless fairy-tale time.)

All that's on her mind is the fact that she's actually made it to every class on time today, and she didn't even get yelled at for daydreaming once (mostly thanks to Pique poking her just in time, but still) and that's super exciting. She's practically bouncing as she heads in. She will totally get to try toe shoes soon! IT'S GONNA BE AWESOME.

reallyaduck

The bar looks just the same, Duck thinks, as she comes in, putting one foot carefully in front of the other.

The school and the dorms and everything look just the same too. It's weird - she feels like at least something should be different now. Now that she beat the raven and saved the prince and everything. Shouldn't something be different?

Or maybe it's Duck who's a little bit different. As evidenced by the fact that she's heading over to the bar, and there's a chair in her way, and she's thinking deep thoughts, and she actually manages to walk around it instead of tripping over it.

. . . she then walks straight into a waitrat with a tray, though, so maybe not that much has changed after all.

reallyaduck

[After this:

and they reached the right conclusions
and they got what they deserved . . .

into the woods, then out of the woods

(to be continued!)

and happy ever after]

[Most of the dialogue and action in these threads comes from Princess Tutu: Episode 13.]

[Tinytag: Rue, Mytho]

fairytaleknight

[After this:

It's the last midnight.
It's the last wish.

Most of the dialogue and action in this thread comes from Princess Tutu Episode 13: Swan Lake.]

[tags: Rue, Mytho]

fairytaleknight

Once upon a time, (I wish)
in a far-off kingdom (more than anything)
lived a fair maiden...

Into the woods, without regret,
The choice is made, the task is set.
Into the woods, but not forget-
Ting why I'm on the journey.

[Most of the dialogue and action in these OOMs comes from Princess Tutu Episodes 11-12.]

[tag: Rue, Mytho, Drosselmeyer]

reallyaduck

Duck isn't sure how long it's been since the last time she was here - a few days, maybe? Funny that it doesn't really seem like anything at all's happened back home . . . was it yesterday that she asked Fakir if he wanted to team up with her? Or was it last month?

And isn't it maybe kinda weird that it's so hard to tell?

(Somewhere deep in the mechanism of the story, someone wiggles the gears back and forth for a while; when they stubbornly refuse to move, she sighs and goes back to handwaving frantically. Drosselmeyer really needs to oil those things better.)

Anyway, it's not like it really matters, Duck thinks. What matters is that Duck's been practicing hard all day and so she totally deserves the giant Duck's-head-sized sticky bun that she is currently about to bite into.

sunbaked_baker

It may look strange, if one isn't expecting it.

Sunshine is lying on one of the large rocks by the lake, in the full summer sunshine, propped up on her elbows so she can read. Her jean shorts allow the sunlight to reach the length of her legs, and her tanktop leaves her shoulders and arms bare.

...The strangeness comes from the fact that her head and the book she's reading are shaded by the thick jacket draped over them, leaving her a cave of twilit dimness in which to read. It's not dark enough to free her completely from issues with shifting, wiggling, motion-sick-making type from her benighted vision. It is better, however, than the effects of trying to look past the shadows of the ink on the page in direct sunlight, and the glaring edges of those shadows, like cracks in reality around each letter.

She's very intent on her book. The Art of War, currently, with The Book of Five Rings sitting at her elbow. She's on her second read-through of both.

When she's done, she'll go.

(ooc: Last EP before Sunshine leaves for the end of her canon. Post open indefinitely. ^_^)

Current Mood: determined

noteful

Meg is brushing her hair back behind her ears as she comes into the bar this evening.

She's done that a lot since this afternoon.

She hasn't done much more than neatly trim her hair for a couple of years, even up the ends and let it go. But this afternoon, Carrie dragged her off to a salon, and Meg, almost on impulse, got it cut back from well past her waist to a little past her shoulders. Still long, but not long.

It feels . . . a little weird. And a lot lighter.

She thinks she likes it.

But she still keeps fiddling with it.

core-of-blue.livejournal.com

There is a pain in Rei's side and she does not enjoy it.

The fact she has not left the bar since she entered it is a metaphorical thorn into her side, but it has everything in common with the quite real pain to be found there.

Rei never gives indication of it, really. The fact her heart has hurt for her entire life is enough to have built a masking pain tolerance. But its presence grows a little more nagging each day. It lines the sand of her time, of which she is running out.

The girl with pain, the girl with a figurative mask, the girl who is ignoring it all. To aide with this, as she sits by the fireplace, her attention is placed upon the observatory window, as it has been for a significant period of time. She is trying to memorize a constantly changing view. This is counter-productive, but occasionally she indulges.

ginsu_master

Today is sword practice. New York rooftops are far too hot right now. Also, his entire family is staying within the bar for the time being (youngest brothers giving birth is a complex thing for everyone!). He could use some more five fingered sword practice.

birdinherlocker.livejournal.com

The blonde cheerleader and the delicate, amber-eyed boy are seated across from each other at a table near the observation window. They are both gazing into each other's faces.

The girl has an expression of faint uncomfortable wariness, while the boy has no expression whatsoever. (Not a discernible one, anyway.)

After a lengthy pause, Brittany blinks.

"I forget if I win or I lose ..."

A beat.

"You have eyelashes like a girl."

[ooc: plz to specify Brittany (

birdinherlocker) or Mytho (

princeinpieces). Love!]

doesntsaymuch

Teller likes routine. He thrives off it. On his way out of the apartment, he feeds the horrible cat. Then it’s off to the mailbox to pick up the shop’s mail and drop off anything out-going. Then, the bakery, where he picks up four dozen boxes of assorted doughnuts before making his way, finally, to the shop.

Balancing the pastries in his arms and holding the mail in his mouth, he barely manages to get the shop door unlocked without dropping everything. He walks inside and,

Oh, for crying out loud. This is just ridiculous.

Fake Tag: Teller

reallyaduck

Duck is so happy to be person-shaped Duck again! SO HAPPY! Super happy.

So happy that she is not even going to worry about her assignment that is due tomorrow, or the fact that Lilie keeps squeaking things about all the points of resemblance between Duck and a turtle.

So happy that she is completely not watching where she is going, as she bounces towards the bar for an afternoon snack.

- hey, how did that table get there?

ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com

Data is in the bar with his cat today, occupying one of the booths. Spot is standing on the table with his face in a bowl of (apparently delicious) cat food, next to which is a datapad that his owner is currently studying.

The datapad is rather unnecessary, actually; the information that Data is accessing could be retrieved just as easily from his own systems. What he hopes to gain by having it in front of him is anybody's guess.

After several minutes spent studying the PADD, Data sets it down. He picks up his cat, interrupting the feline's meal to ask him a rather odd question: "Do you love me, Spot?" The cat mews, looking at Data rather quizzically. The android studies the feline's face with furrowed eyebrows, looking for any indication of a response to his question. After a moment, though, he shrugs and pulls Spot closer in order to pet him. Spot stretches towards his food once, but does not seem to mind too terribly when he determines that he can no longer reach it. Instead he settles comfortably into his owner's arms, as if indicating that he would prefer to be petted now.

Data's eyes return to the datapad and remain there. He does not seem to be concentrating on it very hard, however—he probably would not mind conversation.

[OOC: Open 'til it scrolls. Again, feel free to ping me if we have an old thread that you'd like to continue. ^_^]

reallyaduck

Somewhere out of Milliways: a turtle is traumatized, a ballet class is thoroughly confused, Fakir is disapproving, and finally several people decide that all this has gone on quite long enough.

Meanwhile, in-bar, a tiny redhaired girl in an oversized shirt and a pair of ducky-print boxers races across the room and vanishes up the staircase for a much-needed bath.

evil_koala_626

When you're a small blue alien, there are few things as mind numbingly boring as a rainy morning during the school week.

Very few things.

One of them involves transversing the space-time continuum to visit Milliways and discovering that the weather has followed you. As a result, anyone currently trying to listen to whatever it is the sound system's playing will find that it has competition. It appears to be coming from the general direction of the rafters.

(OOC: open 'til it scrolls)

3nanashi

[OOM: Millitimed to several days ago: Havelock and Trowa regain their own bodies, with the help of a friendly third party.

There might be ballet involved.]

ginsu_master

Leo is eating an apple. All those pirates (and by all, he means two) kept doing it!

He is also no longer in a cell! He has been out for a while! Isn't that nice?

stillbecoming

The bathrooms at Milliways are so much cleaner than the bathrooms in Buffy's dorm. That's a reason to be happy she's out of the dorm. Temporarily out.

Buffy reaches for a paper towel to dry her hands with, and blinks when the towel dispenser whirs to life and slowly expels a towel. More high-tech than the bathrooms in Buffy's dorm, too.

And then it whirs again.

And again.

"Um," says Buffy, stepping back in case her mere presence is provoking the unending ream of paper, "I'm -- I'm all set, thanks --"

Whir. Whir. Whir.

Maybe it's a demon.

[OOC: Now with your choice of the ladies' room (paper towel dispenser meltdown) or the men's room (Jamie subthread)! Two settings, no waiting! For the price of one! Available while supplies last. I'm on a horse.]

oneman_onevote

Here's a guy who's not around much.

Or... yes, actually he is. But mostly he's outside, being depressingly healthy, upstairs being depressingly intellectual, or lurking creepily about in the shadows.

Today he's sitting at the bar with a notepad, a pencil, and a calculating expression.

It's probably not worth asking him what he's up to.

But it can't hurt to ask?

themidnightson

Edward's been absent the last few weeks.

No one on either side of the door should be that surprised -- as the bestest, sweetest, temptingest, not to mention most stubborn and obliviously noble, snack cake in the whole wide world was chained to a hospital bed in Forks Hospital which made the stalking and counting of breaths, er, we mean the care and and watching over of Isabella Swan as she recuperated from the events in Phoenix his high priority.

Today she was released to her father's keeping. For first time in weeks, Edward hadn't ignored the door with immortal (im)patience, which brought him to the supposed End of Time and Space. Where he's currently looking over a stack of notes and books the Bar delivered with his bottle of mineral water.

The top ones look like floor plans and some others like blank music paper, some not. And the ones falling through the air to the floor are long lists.