milliways_bar | Entries tagged with matilda wormwood

[[OOM: After this]]

The TV screen above the bar is showing football again -- white against blue, and blue is still that place called Iceland, with the players with the Viking names.

White is England.

Ragnar and Teja are both at the bar, drinking beer; even little Egil is there, playing with the cats and sometimes asking 'Have they won yet?'

"England is usually considered much better at this," Teja is says, "so indeed, this is to be seen as something of a great wonder."

inatownlikethis

The woman who steps through the door with a distracted expression stops dead still as soon as she looks up and Milliways registers. Slowly, carefully, standing very straight, she puts her earrings back in. She'd been on her way to bed, but--this isn't bed. She smooths her hands down the front of her skirt.

After a few steady breaths, she walks to the bar and sits at one end, still very straight, very careful. When she realizes that there's a pamphlet at her elbow she looks it over, one eyebrow going higher and higher. A bar at the end of the universe?

Having read the pamphlet she smooths the paper and re-folds it into a fan to hold. Something to keep her hands from trembling while she studies this new situation.

cassiefuckingcage

Cassie is about to leave when the napkin materializes directly in her hand. Her eyes narrow as she reads it.

"You know I've got a birthday party to get to, right?"

Irrelevant.

Cassie shoots the Bar her hardest death glare. No response.

"Fuck it. And fuck you, too. I'll start the party here."

A little more than half an hour later, the pieces are set. A set of high-end portable speakers are blaring EDM. In front of the bar to the left, there is a spread of mini-hamburgers, chips and dip, and an assortment of aggressively pink cupcakes. To the right, there are a handful of cocktail glasses filled with something blue. These are labeled by a cardboard placard with a question mark on it.

Above the bar hangs a sign:

MERRY CASSMAS EVERYONE!

Your gift today is me. God says you're welcome.

All drinks are 10% off if I like you. Another 10% off if I think you're cute.

Ask about Cassie's Super-Special-Awesome Birthday Cocktail! :D

Your bartender this evening will be wearing a party hat. Happy Hour shall begin when she blows her noisemaker. Enjoy the holiday, won't we?

change_my_story

Matilda hadn't been in Milliways for awhile, so when her bedroom opens to milliways, it comes as a pleasant shock.

"Milliways!" She closed the door behind her. "I was just thinking about this place and hoping to come here."

She walked over to one of the tables. "Could I have an ice cream sundae please? And a boardgame?" A sundae with chocolate and strawberry ice cream appeared along with a table top Guess Who game. "Oh, I haven't played this in a while."

She set up both boards before going into her ice cream. The game isn't one she could even pretend to play by herself, so she'll instead look around for anyone who might wish to join her.

gods_that_haunt_me

A very tall, lanky Viking enters the bar.

Floki's first reaction is genuine surprise, because even though he's been here before, it's been at least four years since any of his doors opened up to the magic place.

His second reaction is...well, more surprise, because what in Hel's name are all these little blocks doing everywhere?

A screen at the bar is even more startling. A voice explains that today is a holiday, and that he has three days to choose to change into another form.

Why would he want to do that? This magic is strange.

But he looks at his options anyway: a spindly robot; an aye-aye; a stork; or some kind of dragon called a Velociraptor.

(Is someone trying to tell him something?)

Fortunately, he doesn't have to make a choice right now, or at all, if he doesn't want to.

These blocks, though. They fit together. Like little bricks without the mortar.

omfg he can build things with them

Floki will just be over here, building all the things.

cassiefuckingcage

Corporal Cage is having an awesome day. Well, maybe not awesome awesome. Cassie Fucking Cage has pretty high standards as far as awesome goes. Fetching an endangered Edenian talisman from an Ottoman tomb in the middle of a warzone? That's awesome. Shots with Jennifer Lawrence at the Golden Globes afterparty? That's awesome. Fuckin' crushing it in PT? That's just productive.

Her day's not over, either. She's now exchanged her workout gear for ACUs. She carries an olive-drab duffel bag at her side. Next: the firing range. It's been too long since she's worked with her sidearm, especially considering how disproportionately useful they are against Outworlders. Those chevrons on her shoulder won't be making any new friends if she doesn't keep her battle skills sharp during slow periods like this.

She opens the door. Surprise, surprise, no range. Instead there's this fucking place. Definitely not anywhere on-base - she's always wondered about the officer's lounge, but there's not a chance in hell it's this nice. The nonhumans lounging around the back make it a dead giveaway - yup, it's another realm. (She can't front, though - the fully-stocked bar's a welcome change from the last other realm she visited).

"Okay, which cosmic sphincter have I been sucked up this time?"

bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar Lothbrok is in the bar today, having come in yet again from Gotland, where he is still staying with that rather alarming Jarl Borg. Milliways and all its strangeness is a very nice break from it.

So he's sitting with a horn cup of something presumably alcoholic, watching people and greeting one or the other from time to time, mostly strangers.

He'd quite like to meet more people from that weird future people here have. They tell such fascinating and noteworthy stories.

bigarmy_strangepants

[[OOMs: Previously on 'Vikings':

"Perhaps I could fell giants."

and

"The gods are most likely having a good laugh at my expense by this point."]]

The door opens on the green hills of Gotland, with the sea in the distance, and a wide wooden hall hunched between the hills. A man with an axe over his shoulder walks into Milliways.

He is tall, with his hair shorn on the sides of his head, and the rest twisted into a long, stiff braid. There are a few minor scars on his face, and his eyes are a piercing, unsettling blue.

He stops just behind the threshold, door open still, and looks at everything he sees with the collected distrust of somebody who will not show his startlement, however great it may be, before strangers who might immediately use it against him.

Then, he grins, and takes a few steps inside.

change_my_story

Once again, Matilda's in the bar with a book, but this time it's neither a comic or novel, but a text book.

Her mum's spoken with a few other people, and while she would've liked to put Matilda through secondary school, they feared what it would be to have a small girl with so many other older students, especially ones open to peer pressure already. She'd managed the top form of primary school easy enough, atleast no one seemed to notice or care that a small girl was in the top form. In the end, they decided to try the first year and see how things went.

Matilda wasn't sure what she thought of about this. On the one hand, the older girls in her form weren't as bad as she feared, so the ones in the secondary classes couldn't be so different but even so, she wasn't likely to trust older form girls who were may see her as a joke. In the end, she found most older students looked at her like a novelty for a month before they got bored, and she was able to focus on her studies.

Really, the other things they talked about: clothes, partying and everything else didn't bother her as much as others feared. Truthfully, she never saw the big deal.

What was a big deal was the studying. Talk was going around of A levels, and while Matilda didn't know exactly what those were yet, she knew they were exams and they required studying. Right now, she only looked to them because she could.

Which was why she was in milliways now, and looking over a book in computer sciences. This was one of the subjects tested and word around was that computers were the next thing to look into. Truth be told, Matilda would rather work on them then read about them, but she spoke with the man at the electronics shop and he said the most he could do was maybe pay her to help with a few deliveries. She had to be 16 before he could hire her as an employee.

Well, it was something, and more reliable then selling used comics.

She turned the page, a pencil and paper in hand to take notes, usually important words and definitions. Of course, a break would be welcomed too.

athelstanthescribe

"Gyda", Athelstan says over his shoulder with loving amusement as he steps through the door, "my hair isn't long enough to braid like your father's. I let you arrange my beard, be content with that."

As he turns into the main room to get something to eat, his beard does indeed have a small thin braid, with a little charm tied into it.

lt_blade

A few days ago, two patrons (one Bound and one visiting) were both surprised to receive actual christmas gifts when they weren't expecting them. One of them nearly forgot it was christmas, while the other was experiencing February through her door. Both were making use of their gifts.

Sonya was curled up in an armchair by the fire, her mp3 player plugged into her ears, 80s alternative music streaming through her head. To the casual observer, she may've looked asleep, her eyes closed as she let rough music pound through her head, but others would notice her tense posture and how her back wasn't resting against the chair.

Into the music as she was, the volume wasn't so loud that she couldn't hear the person walking near her.

A few tables away, Matilda is having a fun time with the pinball painter she was given. Already she had several sheets of paper covered in different paint splatters: some in one color, some in two, some in all three. At the moment she was trying to see if she could get several paint balls at once.

If someone were to ask, she'd be glad to give them one of her 'artworks' or make them one on request.

Both patrons are of course bother-able.

ooc: slight overdue double EP for Sonya and Matilda. May or may not be on slowtime.

fry_sandhu

Fry is sure that it was intended kind of Grandpa to give him a card game for Christmas, but he's not entirely sure he's got the hang of it.

Dad was trying to get him to match the opposites earlier. At present Fry's attempting to make them into a tower of cards.

fry_sandhu

Some time after his Dad comes in, Fry leaves a load of tiny parcels at the bar.

( Autor, Gene, Charles Xavier, Gavroche, Matilda, Noriko, Raph, Mikey, Sherlock, Teja and Enzo )

It took a lot of 'putting bits together' off the internet, and he spends a few minutes worrying that he might have missed someone, in which case they're getting a lego robot minifigure.

foreverisalongtime

Violet Harmon thought she'd found every closet, nook, crawlspace, and hidden passage of the house over the last few years. When you're a ghost bound to the grounds for eternity, you have plenty of time to explore, especially during the brief times someone living moves into your room.

She had no idea there was a recreation room tucked behind a dusty door in the basement. Moira had never said anything about it, and she was the one who knew the most about the house.

And all these people... There are so many more ghosts in here. Violet wonders how many more the house can possibly hold.

She drifts towards the bar, her fingers fidgeting with the edges of her long sleeves.

OOC: Open until I say it's not!

change_my_story

When Matilda enters the bar, she's dragging a red wagon behind her. This red wagon isn't filled with novels exactly, but comic books. For all that she loves reading novels and stories, comics will always have a special place in her heart. After all, the comics her brother lent her were how she learned to read in the first place.

The problem with comics was that, of course, they tended to take up more space then worth. After reading them once or twice, she got bored and wanted to move on to something else. Sometimes the boys at school were willing to trade them in, but that was rare, and she felt bad keeping them when she wasn't reading them.

Enter Milliways.

Taking the books over to a table by the wall, Matilda drags a chair over to the bulletin board, posting on it a sign written in careful, albeit still childish print.

Comic books for sale.
Good condition
50p. per comic
1 quid for four comics

Please see Matilda Honey for trade.

Getting off the chair, Matilda studies the sign a moment to make sure it's on the board straight, and not too low for a tall person to read. When it's done, she goes to the red wagon and starts pulling up comic after comic, carrying each stack to the nearby table and setting them in neat stacks: One for Superman, a few for Wonder man, another for Batman and/or Robin comics, with a few Teen titans, another for X-men comics and a small one for spider man comics. Spider man was actually her favorite. The stack's only small because she's a little loath to part with them.

That done, she asks bar for something to read and is presented with a novel called American Gods. "Thank you."

ooc: Matilda has comics for sale. Since my knowledge of 80s comics is severely limited, feel free to make up whatever issue you want, so long as it's in the era of '87-88.

athelstanthescribe

Athelstan is sitting by the fire, cross-legged on the floor rather than in a chair, intently focused on his bear carving.

He's determined not to make any irreparable mistakes on this.

onceholyknight

"Molly?" Michael opens the door, glances up to see what's on the other side, and decides to finish his call before he steps in. "Molly, I know you've been listening to these messages. Call home, please, the Jawas miss you."

That done, he heads for his favourite place by the fire.

change_my_story

When Matilda entered Milliways that afternoon, she's already aware of Halloween, she'd read of it in books and had seen the decorations in Milliways. The garden even had these terrific pumpkins that they could carve and have fun with. Her own pumkin with a fanged smiley face is right by her door back home.

This time when she entered, Ms, Bar thought to go a step further and Matilda found herself dressed in what was thankfully not a princess or fairy costume. One of the older form students introduced her to the movie and to suddenly see that she could have a costume for it was great fun-and it even came with the gun.

Even better, when she went to order some lunch for herself, she also got a something that looked like a white jelly shaped like a skull. Before she could eat it, she shook the plate, watching it giggle.

Now if someone could find a way to play the ghostbuster's theme song, it would just cap things off.

athelstanthescribe

Athelstan almost scuttles into the bar, shooting a hunted glance over his shoulder. He knows, intellectually, that the people have been shooed away, and that they didn't mean him any harm, but still he's a bit freaked out by being stared at like a curiosity.

fry_sandhu

[oom: Fry's new teacher prepares for the new school year and is adamant that he'll be just adorable. How hard can it be?]

As far as Fry is concerned, today's argument at school was entirely the other kid's fault. As he explained quite clearly to the playground monitor, his new teacher, the headmistress, and the boy's parents; Bradley told him quite clearly to push off, and that was why he pushed his wheelchair down the slope, and that it was really very unfair that the other kids shoved him back to see how he'd like it.

On the plus side, his new teacher started them on something called 'Modern mental Maths' today, and she forgot to take the book off him, so he's now sitting at a table quite contentedly going through it.

friend_of_lucy

Cair Paravel is feeling rather full at the moment as it seems all the diplomats want to visit and enjoy the beach and ocean. Tumnus feels as if he hasn't had a moment to sit down thus when he finds the bar, he smiles before heading outside.

The light is just starting to shift as the sun goes down and he finds a rock to sit on near the lake and begins to play his pipes. He's practicing a piece that he's been working on for a coming ball and feels that its missing something.

(OOC: For car keys, I don't remember who's meant to tag him but he's here for that and any other threads.)

mindofathief

Duster is walking back and forth around Milliways. Or rather, he's rushing surprisingly quickly with his limp with a concerned look on his face.

"Where are they? Where are they?" He mutters under his breath as he looks under tables and chairs in the next room. After no success, he stands back up and takes one last look before moving on.

((OOC: Open to all until it drops off the page.))

athelstanthescribe

Athelstan has spent some time thoroughly exploring - the chapel first of all, sticking strictly to his daily routine of prayers, but also the library, the grounds, a short while in the garage before he decided it was too much...

Now he's sitting off in a corner, observing the patrons.

(The carrots are gone, deposited in the monastery kitchens before he sneaked back through the Milliways door.)

pirate_gibbs

Gibbs simply wanted a drink. He surely didn't expect to be given a cake. A cake that strangely reads "A Very Merry Unbirthday to You!"

Which isn't the strangest thing going on. That would be the fact that the cake is singing a song!

The old pirate would be horrified if it weren't for two facts: he did get his rum; the cake does look rather tasty.

"But what," he asks no one in particular, "is an unbirthday?"

ostro_goth

On the TV over the bar, there's some sort of game going on today: small white and blue figures (some with very colourful shoes) on a large green playing field.

At the bar is one Ostrogoth, drinking mead-beer from a large clay cup, trying to make sense of what is going on.

It seems to be one of the numerous games from the future called 'football', and is actually not quite dissimilar from the Roman version.

As far as Teja can tell.-