milliways_bar | Entries tagged with matrix

In the grand tradition of Rabastan's Halloween costumes, this one's a simple matter: once again he's something cat-formed and this time, quite blue.

Rarity no sooner steps into Milliways, than everything goes dark.

Two seconds later, she's trying to see if anyone had placed some poison joke near the door.

When Scootaloo last wore what the bar has given her for Halloween, things didn't quite go as she'd hoped.

But the little filly is willing to turn a minus into a plus, and is already rawkin' out.

Good lord, Matrix. What in the net are you wearing?

He doesn't seem overjoyed at his attire.

very_anti_virus

What do you do at the end of the cycle, when your wife is putting your daughter to bed, and you'd be about ready to do the same, but you need a way to unwind after spending most of said cycle in a Game cube?

You somehow end up in Milliways, where you spot a guitar lying unattended with some sheet music next to it.

Playing music is one way to relax and unwind, so Matrix does so, ignoring the sheet music in favour of strumming a tune even humans might be familiar with.

Meanwhile, his t-minus, Decrement, is cheerfully bobbing in the air in time to the music.

Oh, and while Matrix might not have intended it, Decrement has decided that offlineItinerant is now online.

a1enzo

Enzo is in an armchair, making use of Minus' intended function. Just now, he is simultaneously facepalming and chuckling at whatever message the little nautilus has transmitted. Feel free to ask or interrupt.

outsideInterface is signed on.

iambetadraconis

Finally, after about a year at this, his knitting is finally showing some progress.

He can do several rows now and not drop a stitch, and the end product is more straight than crooked.

This makes him feel good. Because Octobers don't make him feel good.

Last year was just an extra reason why.

Alas, he can't stay pleased for long, because some people just have to have magical duels inside a bar.

Where there are other patrons.

Siiiiighh

Eight-year-old hands are just not that good for adult knitting needles.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo doesn't get time enough to close the door behind her when she finds herself caught in a magical ground zero.

..........

..............

??????????????

"What just happened?"

Pause. Hey. Her voice sounds funny now. And everything around her is suddenly smaller.

"What just happened?!"

And finally, to complete the silliness, and because we just can't resist, we have a miniaturised Matrix, who is clearly Not In A Good Mood.

[Age plot.]
[Edited to add.]

havetubawilltravel

[OOM: Once upon a time there was a Pony who wanted to be everywhere at once. She tried a spell. And it had unexpected results.]

At first there is silence.

Then a slowly building rumble that gets louder and louder, that takes on a suddenly significant cadence.

FUN!
FUN!
FUN!

( Until suddenly the bar looks kind of like this )

Whatt're you gonna do, Milliways?

[OOC: Happy April Fool's Day! Open 'til it scrolls: Twilight, Zoe, Kate and Enzo's thread comes last!]

a1enzo

[OOM: In his own world, Enzo celebrates his birthday with family and friends.]

Out by the Caribbean inlet this afternoon/evening, a makeshift boardwalk has been set up on the beach, and on and around the boardwalk, a small funfair. Booths offer carnival games for prizes; waitrats are dispensing food (free; it's a party) from the type of carts normally associated with hot dog vendors, although there's rather more variety available here. Beachy music—with, if you pay attention, oddly computer-centric lyrics—plays over loudspeakers.

And, of course, the sand and waves are ever so inviting.

[OOC: Party time! All Enzo's friends are invited, of course, but everyone is welcome! Open forever, slowtime is love! ~~Slowtime is really love, in fact, because I'll be in the car for hours today and Sunday and have to tag very slowly via Kindle, and Saturday is my sister-in-law's baby shower...~~]

havetubawilltravel

When Pinkie gets the napkin, her eyes light up like a sparkler.

"ME!?! Really?! I'd be HONORED!"

In a shot, the entire bar is filled with balloons, streamers, and each table has a platter of treats set upon it for the snacking. On the board behind her, it it says:

~HAPPY MILLIWAYS!~

Party Punch or Party Slush
OR MIX THEM UP FOR A SUPER SURPRISE!

Pink Cream Fizz

Pinkie's Special Banana-Strawberry Shakes!!!

~Free balloons with every order!~

"Getcher drinks here!" Pinkie calls out, in unison with a sudden burst of confetti from her handy-dandy party canon! Belly on up and order your drink - just watch out for the confetti - it tends to get everywhere!

[OOC: IT'S PINKIE'S BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK! Catching up on tags everywhere - and open 'til the next tending for new tags, livetagging between now and roughly four am my time]

[Tiny tag of partying ALL THE TIME: Pinkie Pie]

mintylicious

"-ter wrap-up, winter wrap up~" sings the little green and pink pony as she backs into the bar, despite the fact that it is neither winter nor is she wrapping it up. It's a little unclear what she actually is doing, though, given that she's covered, head to toe, in mismatched socks - on her head, in her mane, overflowing out of her saddlebags.

"Cause it's time for spring cleaning~!" she finishes happily before it occurs to her that this isn't the outside of her house (though it might make a good place for sorting out her sock collection regardless). It's just that, well, there's so many animals here - new ones, ones she hasn't even heard of in filly tales. Even though it's in her nature to be friendly (even with new things!), she can't help trotting backwards a few nervous steps before gathering her courage and heading for the nearest one.

"Hi! I'm Minty! I'm from Ponyville, which is right through that door -" she points a hoof back where she came from, dislodging a couple socks in the process, "- and I was wondering if you could tell me where I am!"

very_anti_virus

Somebody missed out on the epicness that was the Allpocalypse, and isn't happy about it.

That somebody is taking it out on the shooting range out back.

It is rather loud over there...

[Minimal post is minimal.]

Current Mood: frustrated

a1enzo

[OOM: Tyler Marlocke finally visits cyberspace.]

Enzo enters the bar cheerfully. Things are pretty good lately. Tyler's visit the other cycle went well, and the whole setup seems to be having the desired effect on the cadets. Tone pulled off her carnival. Balun, Value, and Tone just graduated, but have promised once again to visit frequently enough to throw this into question. He's due to visit with Dani, and then, vacation.

Plus, it's Hallowe'en, so things should get interesting, in a wacky but harmless manner. Let's see what Milliways has in store for him...

"Oh, come on!"

a1enzo

There's a familiar Guardian cadet uniform in the Bar tonight.

In fact, there is an entire Guardian cadet, but this is slightly harder to discern than usual, because the spirit of April Foolery has seen fit to render the uniform's occupant chameleonic. (Around here, this means he's mostly brown.)

Like actual chameleons, he's not completely invisible, but it's still potentially disconcerting.

[OOC: Thanks to

a_is_for_amy for the idea!]

a1enzo

[OOM: "As you approach age 11, you will upgrade into puberty. This upgrade includes new features which will likely be uncomfortable and even shocking at first. The most notable of these is the initialization of the libido..." —Version Notes: What's Happening to My Code?]

Enzo is, in no particular order: two inches taller than he was yesterday; at a table; reading something; cranky; and botherable.

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

There's a Matrix in the bar—

—and there he goes—

Upstairs.

Downstairs.

Outside.

On the roof.

Around the lake.

Partway into the forest.

Towards the mountains.

Other parts of the back area.

Inside.

Down to the garage.

Upstairs.

To the fireplace, the bar, and the booths. Even the tables section.

This is one sprite determined to find something, isn't he?

Do you want to interrupt him? AndrAIa had said to stay out of the bar until he calmed down after the news of Megabyte's return, and since he figures he's not in KILLITDEAD!mode, he's calm enough to visit the bar.

So he won't bite your head off if you did interrupt him. Especially if you offer to help him find what he's looking for.

[Tiny witchy tag: Penelope Clearwater]

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Location: Everywhere

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

Oblivious to this [and we'd like it to stay that way at least for now], is a sprite sitting at the bar with his daughter in a baby seat, gurgling happily as daddy has an energy shake.

He also has several READMEs in front of him, with such titles as "0-59: Your Child's First Hour", "Parenting For BASICS", "Alphas: A DIP Switch's Guide", and even "Why Does My Sprog Do That? Alpha Behaviour Made Simple".

He's pretty focused but he's still amenable to distraction.

Current Mood: thoughtful

a1enzo

The Door opens on four sprites, one of them decidedly tiny and another canine in nature.

"Here you are, Ana," the green one tells the tiny one. "Welcome to... Cubefall! Oh, man! Alphanumeric!"

The befinned one looks around the bar with a smile, adjusting her hold on her daughter as the group make their way inside. "Talk about first impressions, eh, Sprout?"

The canine one makes a snorting noise and paces a vigilant perimeter around woman and child. (He may also have an eye out for construction toys operable by jaw.)

[Two muns, two pups, two subpups! We're flexible!]

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Joys of New-found Parenthood: Take One.]

Current Mood: exhausted

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: "I need to tell you a story."]

The door opens on a desert vista, in sharp contrast with the sudden onset of English choirboys in the air:

"-Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear- o, clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of-"

The recording breaks off abruptly as the little yellow mech realizes where he is. He doesn't get to stand still for long, though, not with the big black one behind him. "There," says Ironhide. "Told you it'd work. You happy, now?"

Bumblebee nods, and there may just be a sound of a baseball audience cheering somewhere.

"Good. Now. You planning on sticking around, or not?"

[OOC: Two pups, one post. Specify either one or both!]

a1enzo

The bar is greener than usual today. No, it's not St. Patrick's Day again; there are simply two Enzo Matrices present, both in a high state of excitement, both equipped with pink boxes of chocolate cigars suitable for organic consumption, both likely to give one to anyone who comes within reach. Whether they want one or not.

[OOC: Double the Enzo, double the fun! Two muns, two pups; tag either or both!]

{tinytag: Zaknafein Do'Urden}

notascreensaver

[OOM: In which things go bump in the night, and the good news is shared.]

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

It's minute 59 [month twelve in human terms (because it takes the equivallent of one human year to carry a sprite baby to term)], and given that Matrix is convinced that half of AndrAIa's frame is baby he's taken to doing everything in his power to make her as comfortable as possible.

Meaning that overkill will be involved as he heads to the bedroom to fetch more pillows to add to the half-dozen he's given his Game sprite to sit on and between, and ends up...

Hey, what is this?

[See icon for details!]

Enter Xamot and Tomax. Their fun is about to start when, thanks to a dearth of creativity on behalf of the mun, the two men are now two children aged ten or eleven or thereabouts.

They've heard about things like this happening and are consequently Not Too Amused by this. You can tell.

And finally, ~~victim~~ patron #4.

Julia Kreig, who, thanks to being given her first EP about a week ago, has even less time than her bosses to get used to Bar Weirdness™, is dressed in something the 70's threw up [it's the cut of the clothes that's so bad, not the colour scheme itself, which is passable].

Of the four Julia's the one who got off easy [define "easy"].

[Timed to this morning.]

[Tiny tags: Xamot and Tomax (Crimson Twins); Julia Kreig.]

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

There is a Matrix in the bar.

Five minutes earlier, he found a book on a table; a book containing sudoku puzzles.

Four minutes later, and all the puzzles were solved—including the "Only a gold medalist in the math-a-lympics or John Forbes Nash, Jr. could've solved it" level puzzles.

Minute five was spent staring at the book. This is what Users do to challenge themselves?

There's some eye-rolling at that thought.

There might even be some swearing about the intelligence of Users if they're challenged by something so as-basic-as-breathing as numbers.

Humour him, please?

Current Mood: annoyed

justdidntseeit

whitetextiswhite

Kate's at the bar, leaving a handful of notes and ~~incredibly belated~~ gifts for AndrAIa, Bart Allen, Coreen Fennel, Dani Phantom, Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dr. Simon Tam, Enzo, Felix of Vale, Matrix, Nathan Petrelli, Rabastan LeStrange, The Question, and Val Von Doom.

Glancing toward the tab board, she nods to herself, then leaves gifts for Demeter, Doc Scurlock, Kate Barlow, Kate Beckett, and Paul Avery.

With a quiet thank you and a soft smile, Kate heads back upstairs; she still has a couple of presents to deliver to a certain sheriff.

[ ooc: closed to actual threads, as i'm ~~uber lame~~ about to head out ~~into the frozen tundra~~ to run some errands (ick, grownupdom), but feel free to tag in with your character receiving their gift here if you like! ]

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

One very large green sprite + one big mess of READMEs + one notepad that's occasionally being written on + one rapidly-diminishing-in-its-contents glass of sprite intoxicant = a lot of growing frustration.

Why?

Matrix is trying to pick suitable names for his still-in-development baby daughter, that's why.

I think he needs help, a distraction, or both.

Current Mood: frustrated

gorgonfondness

Mia's family, being mostly Vanetian or British, does not celebrate America's Thanksgiving. All she really knows is that it's about time for her to get started on Christmas shopping and that there are a lot of people on her list.

So she's surprised when, after taking a careful seat at the bar, she's presented with a hearty bowl of turkey soup with a side of twice baked stuffing to crumble on top without her asking for anything. But her stomach and the baby are reminding her that she is quite hungry and it wouldn't be a good idea to compose a Christmas list hungry, unless everyone really does want assortments of Christmas cookies, cheese gift baskets, summer sausage, and their kin.

So there's a 27 weeks pregnant Guildmaster having a nice lunch and writing up a proper Christmas list of gifts and recipients.

Maybe you're on it?