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[Millitimed to the 7th of June]

It's been a few minutes since Mairi could get away with visiting Milliway's. If it wasn't one thing, it was another; then the Door vanished for a while. But it's back, and it's Cubefall! She loves changing into new forms, just to feel them for a few seconds, and she loves building with the toys.

She skips into the bar and doesn't even fly a little bit. She's a big girl who doesn't use her powers unless she wants to.

"Ana, Ana, come on!"

Whether or not her cousin comes on, Mairi zips over to the Bar. "Hi, Bar! I'm back! Is Fry doing all right?"

Hardly waiting for an answer, she turns to grin up at her Uncle Enzo. "Hi! I missed you! What have you been doing? How's Aunt Dani? Can I come to the Super Computer?"

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Since meeting Duster, Sasha's been monkeying around with memory retrieval, and he's got something that needs a little broader testing.

He is set up in a prominently visible position in the main room. The table is occupied with a big pile of electronics. There is a sign tacked to the side:

MEMORY RETRIEVAL EXPERIMENT
VOLUNTEERS WANTED
MINIMAL RISK, AS-YET-UNPREDICTABLE RESULTS

While waiting for people to show up, he is reading Against Method.

[OOC: If you volunteer to be hooked up to the machine, it will cause you to re-experience a randomly-selected event from your past. It does not have to be an event that you have forgotten, nor does it have to be an event of any actual significance. (Reliably retrieving lost and significant memories is still a work in progress.) Sasha will want you to describe the experience in detail. If you'd rather, some sort of hilarious but ultimately harmless malfunction may occur.

He's also happy to just talk, if you'd rather not be experimented on.]

fry_sandhu

It's been a rather disruptive week, all in all. There wasn't any cornflakes, and then it was Dad picking him up from Summer School rather than Mum, and then Dad said something about him having a new brother.

Fry does not consider a new baby in the household to be any excuse for forgetting to buy cornflakes. But on the plus side, he rather likes Summer School.

He's currently sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a piece of paper he's filling in - he'd started drawing a police car in one box, but now in the same box he's drawing what looks like a Ford Cortina.

pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com

"Friday morn when we set sail,
Not very far from land,
We there did espy a fair pretty maid
With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand."

The pirate worked on the deck of the grand ship, tasks meant more to keep him busy than anything else. And as he worked, he sang.

"While the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top,
And the land-lubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the land-lubbers lying down below."

It was a song he had learned in his days in the navy, meant as a work song but in some ways a sort of prayer that the seas would not roar, the winds would not blow foul, and the mermaids would not rise from the depths. For he was quite sure that such creatures of beauty and death swam beneath.

"Then up starts the captain of our gallant ship,
And a brave young man was he:
‘I’ve a wife and a child in fair Bristol town,
But a widow I fear she will be.’"

He didn't pause to ponder if he had chosen this song because it mentioned the city of his birth. But he did wonder if Bristol town was still fair, these many years removed.

Odds are that you can hear him singing from the shore, and that he won't mind an interruption.

{ooc: slowtime possible for work, etc.]

pleasantskull.livejournal.com

( OOM: Skulduggery Pleasant, Detective extraordinaire, gets a surprise visit from a troll while out walking, but gets a little more than he bargained for with a not-so-mysterious door. )

The front door is swung open forcefully and in barrels a rather frantic figure, who is immediately up on his feet again and poised for a fight.

What he spots, however, is not the expected sight of a troll, or some other equally dastardly beastie, but a Bar-- A Bar he distinctly remembers not seeing in the park-keepers shed.

All preparation for battle fades from him rapidly as he takes in the sight, though a weariness is kept ready for the weirdness that may ensue. Not that the man can get much weirder in his lifestyle anyway.

Should anyone be looking his way after such an ungraceful entrance, they'd probably be quick to pick up on the fact that Milliway's has got yet another dead patron to add to it's ranks, though this one is by no means normal: Despite the classic detective look he's sporting, this man is, undoubtedly, a skeleton in a suit.

~~( ooc: Bed time for me. Slowtimes are love for anyone who wants to post or is already posting. )~~

flybywash

Naomi's first birthday is coming up in a week and a half. Her first birthday.

Wash is torn somewhere between feeling pride, feeling amazed and baffled at the whole I-could-swear-I-held-her-in-the-crook-of-my-arm-yesterday thing, and just feeling old.

He's also parked out in a booth, milkshake plunked in the center of the table and his datapad close at hand. He's supposed to be re-checking the flight coordinates to their next drop. What he's really doing is making a surreptitious list of birthday gifts for his daughter.

Nobody'll notice if he sneaks "live baby dinosaur" on there, will they?

[ooc: this is Wash's last EP before his retirement. Everyone's welcome to tag, and this post'll stay open for as long as people want to tag, but tonight, any threads after the first four or five will have to be slowtimed like crazy so my brain doesn't explode.]

zenofbeinggreen.livejournal.com

(OOM: The theatre was bustling backstage as the show ended ...)

A door into Milliways opens, and a small green frog-like puppet walks in. He's wearing a thoughtful expression, and while he looks twice at his surroundings, it doesn't phase him -- he's used to seeing unexpected set-changes happen almost at whim, after all.

Kermit decides that a Bar with waitrats is probably the right place to have a quiet drink tonight, and asks the next passing rat for a grasshopper.

Come welcome the Frog to Milliways.

(OOC: the mun apologises for disappearing. Computer issues. Sorry.)

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