milliways_bar | Entries tagged with felix of vale

Felix does not seem pleased tonight. The music's gotten louder, and ignoring it doesn't seem to help.

And what it's turned into doesn't really help.

"I think," he opines after a while, "I liked it better when it was just instruments."

In response, or maybe just out of perverseness, it changes mid-song.

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me!

Felix groans.

venusadept_2

[OOM: Buddy, you're a boy,
Make a big noise playing in the street;
Gonna be a big man some day!]

Behind Milliways, there are the grounds.
On those grounds, there are trees.
One of those trees, which doesn't necessarily get as much attention as you'd think, is able to move its branches about.
Beneath this particular tree is a tunnel. It doesn't usually lead anywhere.

Today, a young man comes flying out of that tunnel with remarkable force and accuracy. He is launched through the air, over some portion of the grounds, and through the conveniently open door of the bar. He lands, somewhat disheveled and out of breath, half under an unoccupied table. (A small stick of wood rolls away, knocked by his hand. Somewhere, a brief fanfare plays.)

[Ya got mud on your face, you big disgrace!]

[OOC: Open until it scrolls! For the record, the Queen song is not actually playing; my linktext got away from me.]

venusadept_2

[Millitimed to... let's say late November last.

OOM: An offer is made.]

Felix comes down from his room, looking considerably calmer than he has in some time. Without a word to anyone, he heads out the back door and into the forest.

venusadept_2

[OOM: When these walls come crumbling down,
I want to feel my feet on the ground!]

Odds are good you didn't notice this one particular boulder among the others near the lake.

That is, until it abruptly turns into a man, sits up, and screams.

crabbycustomer

PAST chirurGeneralist [PCG] 12 HOURS AGO posted a memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD

PCG: OKAY I AM POSTING THIS FROM THE PAST BECAUSE BY THE TIME THIS GOES UP I WILL BE ASLEEP, OR IN MONGOLIA FOR... REASONS.
PCG: PRIVATE, PERSONAL REASONS.
PCG: AND EVERYONE IS ASLEEP RIGHT NOW.
PCG: STUPID LOUSY DIURNAL MAMMALS.
PCG: SO I AM POSTING IT NOW, YOU WILL SEE IT TOMORROW, YOUR REPLIES WILL TRAVEL BACK IN TIME TO ME NOW, WE WILL PROBABLY CREATE A WHOLE MESS OF PARADOXES.
PCG: IT WILL BE GREAT.
PCG: ANYWAY.
PCG: THIS IS A MEMO, THE PURPOSE OF A MEMO IS A BIG GROUP CONVERSATION WE CAN ALL JOIN IN ON INSTEAD OF ONE OF ONE MESSAGES.
PCG: OR LOTS OF BRIEF POINTLESS CONVERSATIONS HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE, THAT'S FINE TOO.
PCG: I DON'T REALLY CARE WHAT YOU PEOPLE DO AS LONG AS IT PASSES SOME TIME.
PCG: THE ONLY THING I DON'T WANT TO SEE IN HERE IS ROLEPLAYING.
PCG: IF YOU PEOPLE START ROLEPLAYING IN HERE SO HELP ME GOD I WILL...
PCG: I WILL HAVE TO GO LIE DOWN FOR A WHILE TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING DRASTIC ENOUGH.
PCG: THE TOPIC FOR THIS MEMO, FOR PEOPLE WHO ENJOY HAVING A TOPIC TO IGNORE, IS ROMANCE, I GUESS.
PCG: BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS DOWN TO TALK ABOUT ROMANCE.
PCG: MAYBE YOU HAVE AN EMBARRASSING TALE TO TELL OR A QUESTION TO OPEN TO THE QUESTIONABLE WISDOM OF MAGIC BAR CLIENTELE CROWDSOURCING.
PCG: GO FOR IT.
PCG: OR MAYBE YOU WANT TO MAKE A BLATANT ATTEMPT TO ESTABLISH A CONNECTION WITH SOMEONE FROM YOUR DESIRED COHORT, HERE IN A PUBLIC SPACE.
PCG: FINE WITH ME.
PCG: IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO TALK ABOUT YOU CAN ANSWER MY QUESTION, WHICH IS, DO HUMANS EVER GET INVOLVED IN PASSIONATE RELATIONSHIPS FOUNDED ON MUTUAL ANTAGONISM AND FRUSTRATION WITH EACH OTHER, RATHER THAN MORE POSITIVE EMOTIONS?
PCG: I MEAN, IS THAT A THING?
PCG: JUST ASKING.
PCG: NO REASON.

tobeclosetohim

The ominous, still, oblivion of Bar gets a short silence.
Or. A long one. From the girl with her hand resting there.

Then.

"We got this. You just handle whatever you're havin' to wherever you are."
Jo looked over the stock. Found the chalk. And tossed up the board.
From one apocalypse ended, to another barely an inning in.

Specials
Fresh Start
New Dawn
Good Times

Half-Off for the fighters

"Happy Hour!"

howarewefortime

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nnnnnn

nnnnggggg

gggggggggg

The light recedes.

The free-fall stops.

Gravity returns with a

none

too

gentle

JOLT

The sky is blue again - or as blue as it gets in Scotland in February, at any rate. The Darkgate is gone. The crack is gone. The monsters, both living and fallen, have been spirited away like breath misting in the cold spring air; the only sign that there was ever a battle at all is the churned-up earth of the field and the faint, lingering scent of ozone.

(There are still bodies, lying here and there in the dirt. But suddenly, slowly, they're beginning to pick themselves up.)

Indoors is an almighty mess, glass and furniture and patrons strewn every which way. But though the pictures hang lopsided and the rafters might be all the better for a few new reinforcements, the structure itself seems sound. The centre is holding.

From the stables, there comes the gentle whickering of horses.

In the beginning, it was a nice day.

howarewefortime

T H I N G S F A L L A P A R T

T H E C E N T R E C A N N O T H O L D

howarewefortime

In the beginning, it was a nice day.

This is a word which here means 'pleasing', 'agreeable', or 'delightful', so it may come as a surprise to you, dear reader, to hear the day described as such, given the situation in Milliways these past two weeks. But then, 'nice' is such a relative term, don't you agree? And certainly it would be difficult for things to get much worse.

So it is: the unnatural winter outside seems a touch less chilling today, and the blood-red sky perhaps a shade less bloody, reflecting pinkly off the glittering frost and the shallow snowbanks. The general atmosphere inside the bar is a little less oppressive - a mood helped, no doubt, by the fact that this morning, Bar got almost every coffee order right. Even the Observation Window seems to be creaking a tad less oppressively.

Maybe, just maybe, everything's going to work out okay.

[OOC: Millitimed to Thursday.]

venusadept_2

[OOM: A discussion is had.
No decision is reached.]

Felix is sighing as he comes into the bar. Then he begins noticing things - the general worry, the unusual cold, the glimpses of red out the window, the lack of people around the Bar itself - and his face hardens. There's something wrong here, and even if this isn't his world he's going to find out what and how to fix it.

It's about then that a slightly confused waitrat shows up and offers him a tray containing four crystal spheres, about the size of softballs. One yellow, one blue, one purple, and one red.

Felix stiffens in shock. Are those...? He gingerly takes the tray. "Could you get me some kind of mithril glove or something?" he asks the rat. As it scurries off, he carefully makes his way over to a table and sets the tray down. Then he falls into a chair, now both frustrated and bewildered.

venusadept_2

[OOM: A quest is completed...
But the threat is not over.]

The door opens, letting in Felix, Varric, and Kate. They're all a bit the worse for wear - Felix is wobbling a bit as he heads for a seat - but alive and reasonably whole.

[OOC: Three pups, three muns; I'm not going to be the one to make promises about their availability.]

vance_prime

CURRENT aadiTelmatologist [CAT] ?? MINUTES AGO opened memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD

CAT: This is Alyx Vance, speaking on behalf of the human resistance against the Combine Empire.
CAT: For those of you who don't know me, I'm from a world where Earth was taken over by extradimensional aliens sixteen years ago. We've been fighting back ever since.
CAT: Over the past several months, the Resistance has been taking down a series of terraforming Synths at the geographic center of each continent. We're preparing to attack the final and largest installation, in what used to be Mongolia.
CAT: I'm not gonna lie; the Resistance needs all the help it can get. The Combine knows we're coming and will put the full force of their military might to bear to protect their last terraforming installation.
CAT: Therefore, I'm calling for volunteers from here in Milliways. Anyone who is willing and able to take on a biotechnologically enhanced alien army, come see me.
CAT: Okay. That's a good start. Now how do I go back and edit this?
CAT: Wait, I didn't want that part transcribed, how do I--?
CAT: Isn't there ANY way to edit these notes once they're posted?! What a piece of--!
CAT: Fuck it. If you want more details, come see me. I'll be the pregnant woman sitting in the corner booth.

[ooc: Open forever. Feel free to come up to Alyx in person, respond via T-Minus, or both.]

no_vampires_plz

Twilight Sparkle has determined that the owl she rescued last week does, in fact, have a spell on it. So the human might have been crazy, but he wasn't lying. Finding out how long the spell will last, and how to cut it short... that's proving to be much more difficult.

To that end, Twilight has once again returned to Milliways, and has her muzzle buried in a massive tome almost as big as the table, while she takes copious notes on a roll of parchment paper.

Feel free to read over her shoulder, but good luck trying to puzzle out what she's doing. The book is written in Old Equestrian, and Twilight's penmareship is atrocious.

venusadept_2

In Milliways, there are a number of booths.

In one of these booths, there is a man.

In front of this man, there is a book.

This book, to be specific, looks like a translation dictionary. Near it on the table are what looks like a very thin slab of carved stone and a mostly-blank sheet of paper.

Felix is mostly flipping through the book, stopping occasionally to compare something to the slab, or to write something on the paper. It seems to be a slow process.

huffledpuff.livejournal.com

A moment ago, she was hurrying her way to the Hufflepuff dorms in-between classes to switch out her materials and have a moment to shed her potion-splattered robes (which have turned a bright green in some places, and burnt through in others). Once she enters Milliways, though, her steps halt and her mouth drops open slightly in surprise.

The first thing she does is slip out her wand and utter a quick finite incantatem. When that fails to yield any sort of result (such as, for example, the return of the common room to something reasonable like, say, the common room), she takes a few hurried steps so her back is to the wall and casts a quick protego.

With the shield charm in place, she can take a moment regroup and figure out what just happened. After all, it's common knowledge that it's impossible to apparate within the grounds of Hogwarts, so she either has to be seeing an illusion or she touched a portkey. Either way, it's better being over-cautious than not.

venusadept_2

Felix sighs when Bar gives him the note. But he mutters an "All right" and steps around behind. After looking a few things up, he puts a few things on the specials board:

Specials
Riddle's Shot
Enigma
Frustration

After a moment he adds another line:

Half-price if you tell me about magic-draining or other energy-draining phenomena on your world.

That done, he steps back and waits for people to show up.

venusadept_2

Here's a thing that isn't seen very often: a Felix in the water. Specifically, in the lake, quite near the shore, where he can lie on the lakebed with his head sticking up. He looks grumpy.

He also looks like he's about to fall asleep.

(And no, his sword's not there. Powerful and ancient though it may be, you don't want to get in the habit of letting swords sit in water.)

aaaaaaaagh_sky

[Out of Miliways:

Some time ago, Ellen was sent on a mission by the Brotherhood of Steel. She and Fawkes set out on it, much to the Enclave's dismay, and then turned to Milliways for help. And got it.

The Streets of Old Olney
Under and Out
Olney Powerworks]

The door opens. There is a faint sound of jingling as metal clashes briefly against metal.

"I think we're good, guys," says Ellen's muffled voice through her power armor's helmet. "Come on. The drinks are on me this time. You've more than earned it."

She stands aside to let Fawkes, and then all of the others, back through. It's been a very long day.

venusadept_2

[OOM: Messages are exchanged. Not much is actually found out.]

Felix doesn't look all that happy, at the moment. This is something of a theme, with him.

He gets a bowl of curry from the Bar and sits, looking idly toward the Window.

aaaaaaaagh_sky

[Out of Milliways: Northeast Camp Alpha. RIP, Captain Stewart Devlin.]

The door opens and there is an ungodly stink behind it. This is what happens when combat with plasma and laser weaponry gets smoky and the blood of multiple species is spilled. Ellen wades out of the smoke in her power armor and pops her helmet off immediately upon seeing that she's in Milliways. "Oh, thank God," she says. "I've got to ... get ..."

Wait. Is there a reason her shadow cast by the sun on the other side of the door is so darn long? That's not right at all. Slowly, carefully, she turns around, and whaddya know. The reason's standing right behind her.

There's going to be some quality ".........." coming from Ellen for a little while. As far as Uncle Scary Teeth there goes, he's quiet to begin with, so it's a little hard to say.

[OOC: open until it scrolls off the page!]

venusadept_2

Felix does not seem pleased, right now.

In fact, he looks a little panicky.

Maybe it would help if he were to share his troubles with someone.

Current Mood: eep

venusadept_2

Felix, tonight, has a number of very thin stone tablets with odd symbols and characters apparently punched out of them. He appears to be studiously copying the symbols onto pieces of paper.

What an odd thing to be doing.

venusadept_2

[OOM: Boy meets girl...]

And lo, there is a Felix. He looks rather happy this evening.

Also, somewhat distracted. Not enough to be bumping into people or rats or furniture, but he definitely looks like he's not all here.

Perhaps this fact should be taken advantage of. Or perhaps explained.

Current Mood: twitterpated

venusadept_2

[OOC: Millitimed to a few hours ago]

It is still dark when Felix leaves the bar and the lake behind. He heads for the mountain that looks nearest and begins to climb.

He reaches the top some time later, when the sky is light but the sun is still below the horizon. He takes a moment to rest; then, at the moment the sun appears, he stands up, holds his arms out in front of him, and begins to sing.

There are no words in the song, but the tune is joyous. It seems to tell of light and rebirth and new beginnings, of stepping boldly into a new world.

Shortly the song is over, and the sun is fully above the horizon. Felix begins to go back down the mountain.