milliways_bar | Entries tagged with mardi gras

The bar room of Milliways is often full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking as they skitter by on their duties, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of a teeming city street, to a cacophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, music from every direction, the myriad smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. He has a sparkly black top-hat perched on his white hair, a plume of green and gold feathers sprouting from the hat-band. Dark face paint sculpts a stark skull and ridged bones from his pale skin, making his bright green eyes seem brighter and his white teeth even whiter from the contrast. Or perhaps that's just his fiercely joyous mood showing through. He has somehow lost his shirt in the hustle and bustle, and over his pale chest he wears only a waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black sequins, sparkling in the light where not hidden by the prestigious amount of Mardi Gras beads looped loosely around his neck.

"Fat Tuesday is upon us again, Milliways!" he calls, grinning toothily from the open doorway. "Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

The Bar, never one to be outdone, sees the room shift into a thoroughly decorated space, with fitting music, streamers of green, gold and purple drape smoothly from the rafters, piles of plastic coins and rounds of colorful beaded necklaces (some simple metallic-painted beads, others... more suggestive in nature) can be found on the tables and draped from the chairs, and at least one corner is host to what looks like a small parade float, though it is anyone's guess why it is a giant, toothy crocodile wearing an elaborate crown. Masks of many colors can be acquired at any table, and full-face masks and half-masks decorated with various shapes and designs, masks that look like beaked roosters' faces, masks with cat or rabbit or fox ears, masks painted and shaped like skulls...

Though he certainly intends on enjoying himself, Yrael will also endeavor to make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre of New Orleans.

Come join the dance, won't you? The Bar can certainly provide a suitable change of costume...

[OOC: Welcome to the All-Skate: Mardi Gras Edition! All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in Mardi Gras shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]

mogget_cat

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of a teeming city street, to a cacophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, music from every direction, the myriad smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. He has a sparkly black top-hat perched on his white hair, a plume of green and gold feathers sprouting from the hat-band. Dark face paint sculpts a stark skull from his pale skin, making his bright green eyes seem even brighter and his white teeth even whiter from the contrast. Or perhaps that's just his fiercely joyous mood showing through. He has somehow lost his shirt in the hustle and bustle, and over his pale chest he wears only a waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black sequins, sparkling in the light where not hidden by the prestigious amount of Mardi Gras beads looped loosely around his neck.

"Fat Tuesday is upon us again, Milliways!" he calls, grinning toothily from the open doorway. "Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Though he certainly intends on enjoying himself, Yrael will also endeavor to make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre of New Orleans.

Come join the dance, won't you? The Bar can certainly provide a suitable change of costume...

(ooc: The post will be open all week! Tag in! Threadhop! Explore! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, more or less, but his mun will not be able to tag much. <333333)

mogget_cat

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of a teeming city street, to a cacophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, jazz music from every direction, the myriad smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. He has a sparkly black top-hat perched on his white hair, a plume of green and gold feathers sprouting from the hat-band. Dark face paint sculpts a stark skull from his pale skin, making his bright green eyes seem even brighter and his white teeth even whiter from the contrast. Or perhaps that's just his fiercely joyous mood showing through. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black sequins, sparkling in the light where not hidden by the prestigious amount of Mardi Gras beads looped loosely around his neck.

"Fat Tuesday is upon us again, Milliways!" he calls, grinning toothily from the open doorway. "Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre of New Orleans, and the Bar can certainly provide a fitting change of costume...

(Content Warning for references to sexual harassment in the Hannibal-Sinric thread.)

mogget_cat

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...

(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

runningred

Jay comes up from the garage in his usual jeans and jacket look.

Which turns into something out of an Arabian Nights ballet. Or a pantomime.

Red gold slave bands around his throat and upper arms. Bare chested with red silk drapes from the red gold belt, the outfit shows off Jay's scars and hard muscles (and a lot more if he's not careful.)

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Jay growls and stalks to the bar, in desperate need of a drink.

i_am_your_host

The Master of Ceremonies comes downstairs one evening and

poof

he is suddenly dressed head to toe in the most flamboyant 18th century attire he has ever seen, complete with a rather large and elaborate hat to house a tall pompadour.

With a flounce and a sigh, and a hand upon his hip, he gives Madame Bar a sassy, red-lipped smirk.

"Darling, you really must try harder if you want to make me look ridiculous, because this, quite honestly, is fucking fabulous."

planerwayfarer

Amelia comes in and immediately feels the effects of a transfiguration upon herself. Scowling, she snatches the silver tray from a passing wait rat in order to see what has been done, all the while ignoring the squeaking protests of the rat. Seeing the regal and ceremonial dress of a sacred Aztec dancer*, all red feathers and gold-scaled dress, she nods and smiles.

Handing the tray back to the rat, she conjures a piece of aged cheddar to sooth its fur. Seeing other changed as well, she wonders aloud, "What celebration is this?"

Much later, there is a red feathered dragon, about the size of a Learjet (shh, she's still young), dancing in the skies.

[OOC: Open all week with unannounced slowtimes. Please let me know if you want human Amelia or dragon.]
[[OOC: *Source.]]

yinyangwizard

When Seimei walks through the Door, he feels extremely disoriented for a moment or so.

And then he looks down at himself.

"Oh."

Correction: she looks down at herself. "Well," she says in a silky contralto, "I don't know about this color combination.^* It's certainly striking, but I'm not sure it's fashionable."

Seimei reaches up and back to touch her hair, which is now a few inches longer than she is tall. Fortunately, her trailing robes keep it from dragging on the floor.

"Let's see if I still have my pockets...ah. Here it is." She pulls a small compact out of her sleeves and looks at herself. "Thank goodness. No painted-on eyebrows." With some trepidation, she bares her teeth. "And no blackened teeth." Which is good, because the lacquered teeth would be more historically accurate than she wants to get. She puts the compact away and pulls out a folding fan instead.

"I suppose if I am in this situation, I might as well have fun with it," she says to herself. With a mischievous grin hidden behind her fan, Seimei goes off to find some people she knows (and mess with their heads).

^*It's the outfit in the lower right-hand corner.

[OOC: Happy Mardi Gras! Open for the rest of the week. Thar be slowtimes ahead, as usual.]

lt_blade

The morning the sacrifice at Upsala, Sonya had a lot to thing about. She was right in the priest's reaction to Athelstan as a sacrifice, and his replacement, but watching the ceremony-seeing those men willingly give their lives for their gods. She and Athelstan remained in the back, her hand holding onto his while each man was killed on the alter. She didn't know Lief beyond a name and face, but to look at his face-more then just a life was being lost.

Sonya went down into bar with another thought in mind. Besides the ceremony, her time in Upsala made something even more stronger. She didn't know when or if this Charles' Xavier was bound or merely a patron-best to get this done sooner then later. First a note, then an early start on the stables to keep her mind busy.

She didn't really keep a mind on the day or holiday. Only when she stepped down did Sonya realize that bar had other ideas, her work clothes being replaced by a gown she may've only worn had she been ten years younger. The lack of straps meant that the scars on her back and shoulders were full on view for everyone, and while the color suited her, she couldn't believe to wear anything this glittery-she didn't even have a shawl with her.

"What the hell, bar!" She didn't care who was listening. Of course, being bar, the only response was a matching mask and a note reading 'Happy Mardi Gras'. :)

Ugh..that did explain it, though now Sonya realized that it could be worse. Though it definitely meant she wasn't doing any stable work for the rest of the day.

"Fine.." She took a seat by the fire, frowning when she saw the silver dance shoes she was given-she hadn't danced in ages. "But I'm getting my normal clothes back this evening. Could I have some paper and pen, please."

She went about writing;
"Charles Xavier,

I'm an officer in the US army, at the moment Bound in Bar. Your name was given to me by Guppy Sandu because you deal with..mental trauma. Would it be possible to talk with you any time soon?

Thank you,

Sonya Blade'

"Bar..could you send this to a Mr. Xavier next time he shows up?" The note vanished and was replaced by a platter of beinets and cafe au late with a napkin reading 'You need to eat more." Sonya couldn't bring herself to argue.

She would, however, be more the willing to share.

protect_and_survey

So, Jemma once received a gift from a vampire.

It's sat in her closet here since then, because really, what is she supposed to do with a sparkly short dress?

Bar has evidently decided 'wear it' is the correct answer to that question, because when she steps into the bar her smart shirt and trousers have disappeared in favor of a very sparkly cocktail dress and several brightly-colored plastic bead necklaces.

".... the hell?"

(Warnings for Tahno being Tahno and winning another convert to the idea that waterbenders are the sexiest benders in the Jemma/Tahno thread, yes)

morethanprops

Apparently its Milliways' version of Fat Lunchtime and Moist is enjoying his costume of a purple silk shirt that is open at the neck and a bit billowy along with a gold vest.

He has a hurricane that he picked up at Happy Hour and is enjoying watching the various costumes go by.

calmhrtprevails

"Oh good," rumbles the green-skinned fellow in the Brahmin-skin work clothes as he steps through the door. "It worked."

When you've been unable to get to Milliways for close to two years, only to have it find you by accident, you're generally allowed a little bit of trepidation about an attempt to reach the bar on purpose. Fortunately, the Bar's as happy to see Fawkes as he is to see the Bar (no, really, he's happy, his face just looks that way by default), and gives him a note- and a vest covered in an alarming amount of gold and purple sequins.

"Well, if you say so. I hope there are tools to make opening the bottles a little easier?"

Another note. Fawkes nods and puts on the vest before stepping behind the Bar and pulling out the chalkboard.

Specials

Any mixed drink I can produce from the book of recipes

He figures it's only fair; he's likely to be slow at preparing the things, and people deserve a discount for that, especially since today appears to be some kind of pre-war holiday.

a1enzo

It's that time of year. He really should have expected this. Well, maybe not this exactly.

"What... no... BAR! The frag?!"

He's still himself. Presumably that counts as a mercy. He is, however, himself in a skimpy Game-barbarian outfit, consisting of furry boots, furry shorts, and a leather harness whose only function is as a place to display his Security icon.

And a feather boa.

"I'm not kidding, Bar! It's my shift! You have to give me something better than this!"

The feather boa becomes a feathered cloak, still in Mardi Gras colours and looking like something out of a Vegas dressing room, but at least it's got coverage.

"Ugh. You know what? Fine."

At least he's still got his sword.

witchfinder_general

Father Harman has not yet gone home, as he is still missing his gun; so he has been spending his day in the library once again.

But when he comes downstairs, the bar is slightly more colourful and rowdy than usual; and as he steps off the stairs and puts his foot into the bar proper, what he is wearing changes.

Instead of his usual black, priest-like civilian clothes, he finds himself in a leather cuirass, a long red cape, a helmet with a huge red feather bush and a dark furry cape around the shoulder, sandals, greaves, and an embarrassingly complete and utter lack of any trousers whatsoever.

Groaning involuntarily, he sinks into the nearest chair and pulls his cape all around himself. In a while, he will decide whether to dare approach the bar, or simply take himself back upstairs. He has taken worse hits to his dignity than the sillly Roman general costume -- but then, at least, it had some sort of purpose.

This is just the bar poking fun at him.-

sunbaked_baker

Rae can't help but laugh when she walks in, finding her regular clothes transformed into a flowery, fluttery turquoise blue dress, with a matching, infinitely sparkly mask fitted upon her face.

"Okay, okay," she says with a wry laugh. "Guess I couldn't miss it every time."

Best make the most of it, right? She's feeling adventuresome tonight. After a quick look through the recipe books, the Specials Board goes up.

Mardi Gras Happy Hour!
Storm of the Century
Sazerac
Siren's Song
Red Snapper
Creole Bloody Mary
Show off your costume - All drinks 25% off
Free stack of pancakes with drink order

That done, Rae settles herself behind the bar - careful not to let her skirt knock anything over, of course.

"Happy Mardi Gras, Milliways! What'll it be?"

Current Mood: cheerful

damncompass

When Joshua comes into the bar today, everything about him changes. Startled, he looks down, stares, then walks back through the door.

After a few minutes, he returns, only to be greeted by the same change in himself. "Ok, what by the gods is going on?" His voice has changed as well, to one used to command.

[ooc: I'll be in and out until about five-thirty and then back solidly, but I had to be mean to him. Post open forever.]

rexque_futurus

When Allie steps through the door, something... unusual happens. Namely, instead of wearing the body of a petite blonde 20-something girl, she's almost a foot taller, built like a linebacker, and very male. Oh, and there's the chainmail and other Arthurian-appropriate garb.

Some combination of shock, sudden change in body mass, and simple misfortune make her first act in the new body to trip spectacularly and land on the floor, where she might as well stay for a few minutes because what.

She grabs a lock of (short! male!) hair and pulls on it, staring at it (well, its general direction - again, short) like it might well turn into a snake and bite her. "What just - did - " Allie frantically pats her cheeks. "Am I deincarnated?"

Someone might want to explain Mardi Gras to her.

poins

There is a new(ish) wench inside the bar
Tonight, that's not been seen
Before within this space, and likely
Will not be seen again too soon.

Ned Poins hath known the favour of a god
Upon a feast that suits for suchlike things
And waits to see the outcome of his trick.

Also, fieryTrigon is signed on,
As Poins has not yet found out how
The thing is turned off.-

[[OOC: Thread where Poins is changed still in progress, but I promise we will get there!]]

scots_wolf

[[belated OOM: On Mardi Gras, Urquhart and Moist take advantage of Urquhart being temporarily female. Warning for HET sex!]]

aeons_crackshot

Guess who forgot what day it is?

Annabelle is staring at her new, er, costume. "Fucking Milliways," she says with a sigh.

At least she can take the Big Freaking Gun apart and see how it's put together, which is an improvement over SOME of the costumes she's been saddled with.

smallgayjew

It's Posner's first Mardi Gras in Milliways, so he isn't at all expecting the drastic change that comes over him when he steps inside. His center of gravity shifts dramatically, and his clothing becomes a bit tight in some places and a bit loose in others and all over too long.

"Oh, Christ..."

seat_five_girl

Ako would like, among other things, a shirt that closes, some dignity and, just maybe, her gender back.

Instead there is a glass of ice water.

Botherable, if mortified.

a1enzo

Enzo is at the bar, and laughing rather loudly.

He picked up a few issues of Phantom Comics when he was in Dani's world for her birthday. One of them treats on the writers' interpretation of Dani Phantom's boyfriend—to wit, him.

Even in his own world, where his whole family are celebrities and the media people are working from events on public record, they get things wrong. These writers had only a handful of rumours and half-truths to go on, but, by gum, they made the most of them.

And so, Enzo is cracking up at the overdramatic adventures of Prince Enzo of Vahn Cou'verre when he feels his clothing reboot and looks down.

"Gee, thanks."

At least it doesn't feel terribly different from his usual uniform, but that is definitely more gold braid than he is used to.

[OOC: Still a sprite, still green, but... yeah, the outfit.]

scots_wolf

It is that time of year again, as decorations around the bar show. That is probably why the tall blond man clattering down the stairs, laughing, followed by a white-and-brown dog turns into a tall, blonde woman clattering down the stairs, cursing, followed by an irritated and barking dog. "Shhhh, Franz, you idiot, it's me!" she tells the animal; but the dog, basing his judgement on smell, decides that his human isn't supposed to smell female, wanders over to the fireplace, and sulks.

"So much for man's best friend," the blonde murmurs, wandering over to the bar and orders a glass of wine. This might become awkward.

On the other hand, this might become a lot of fun.

The tall black-haired man coming in the front door with a little grey cat on his shoulder, waving good-bye to somebody remaining in the rainy day beyond it, stumbles on closing the door and finding himself, suddenly, in leathers and high boots, and female. "Oh no, not again," she murmurs when she feels her centre of gravity shift. Oh brilliant, awkward breasts again!

The cat, however, is sensible enough to realise that the human he was riding just now is still the human he is riding this very moment, despite certain changes.

The dark-haired lady walks over to the bar, where she orders a large glass of strong cider. Right beside her is a blonde who seems unpleasantly familiar, even though Teja would have sworn he's never seen her in his life or afterlife.

The blonde smirks at the cat.

"It is you," Teja states, displeased. A sideways glance shows her the sturdy dog by the fire. "And it has been proven now that the thinking ability of cats surpasses that of dogs."

The blonde, who is certainly Urquhart, scowls.

"I shall not tell about you, if you tell not on me," Teja suggests.

Urquhart drinks to that, and Teja follows suit.

"Want some flirting tips?" the blonde suggests, and the dark-haired lady scowls.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whether you want one of them, or both!]]

basic_powers

You know, it's just another day at the bar, where you work, you walk in, you're ready to start cleaning up the counter and stocking up the liquor and cutting fruit when you realized that this is NOT your workplace. Rather, it's the interdimensional BAR that you like to grab a pint at when you're not at work.

And it's Mardi Gras.

"Sonnuva...!"

So it shouldn't really surprise 'Beauford', a blonde man walking in, that much when upon stepping through the threshold, he's about 6 inches shorter, female, and in a black cocktail dress, jacket, and heels.

"...Tobin's sainted balls, seriously?"