milliways_bar | Entries tagged with michaelangelo

[ OOM: You think you've got it rough? What about your darling doggy?
I don't think it's very fair (cold, sharp, low)
But it's all relative, my friend, no one lives forever!

Warning for violence and animal/pet death. ]

Wilson comes into the bar via the forest this time, which he didn't realise was possible until it happened. It was autumn in his world and he was curious enough to follow a deepening trail of snow, only to realise by the time he was ankle-deep in it that he hadn't come prepared for winter conditions. That's not too much of a problem, though. He can make a campfire from his inventory nearly instantaneously, and knock together a thermal stone on the spot out of some loose rocks. And at least he's got his nice warm Scottish walrus hat, which is a lot easier to maintain when there's a normal concentration of giant spider nests around instead of having to go to a different island entirely to get silk for sewing kits.

He remembers not to build the fire too high, having had previous mishaps with uncontained campfires that set whole groves of trees ablaze in what seemed like the blink of an eye, but he's quite close to some kind of giant goat statue made of hay and someone who happened to be either chilly and incautious or an opportunistic arson enthusiast could likely cause a similar incident were they to come across Wilson's campfire and throw on a bit more firewood.

Once he's warmed up, it doesn't take much more walking before the lights of the Bar come into view, and likewise the lake and its unmistakable pocket of tropicality. Didn't someone here offer to buy him a coat? That sounds really nice right now. So does a meal that isn't made of anything he had to personally kill. And some cocoa. He trudges up to the building's side door and kicks the snow off his shoes before approaching the counter.

[OOC: Open until it scrolls. The OOM was a few weeks ago for Wilson. Catch him outside or inside!]

i_am_your_host

Everyone who has come into the bar during the past week or so has received an invitation on a little white card along with whatever they ordered. Some may know who sent it; some, perhaps, even after all this time, may not. Either way, all are welcome. It reads:

Join me, one and all
For a most fabulous and fantastic farewell
New Year's Eve Celebration!

Food - Drinks - Music - Karaoke
Come as you are
Take the stairs or the lift to the 2nd floor
And follow the trail of glitter - you can't miss it!

(All-Night Dance Party begins at Midnight)

Yours always,
The Master of Ceremonies

Won't you join him in ringing in the New Year?

The trail of glitter snakes down the hallway and leads to a pair of black double doors, a WILLKOMMEN - BIENVENUE - WELCOME sign posted on the left hand side. Once you step into the wide, expansive room, you are transported to what seems like an era between eras, a past that has blended with the present.

In the warmly lit interior, classic cabaret tables -- adorned with little lamps with red satin shades -- cluster around a hardwood dance floor, above which several beautiful orbs and mirror balls slowly rotate, casting sparkles of light like snowflakes.

Emcee will be flitting around like the social dragonfly that he is, wearing a black leather bow tie choker, and a white tank top festooned with kisses made out of red sequins. His makeup is, of course, impeccable.

[OOC: Millitimed to December 31. OPEN FOREVER]

mnt_mike

Seated on Bar is a sandy-haired man with a guitar slung over his shoulder.

He's picking out a few bars from a song that just miiiiight be, "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)."

likeroaringlions

William Douglas isn't always the cheeriest visitor to Milliways, but he's been in an ample good mood today and when he pops in this evening he settles at the bar with a smile.

He orders food and drink "--And a book. Why not." Let's have all kinds of education. Self-improvement. Broadened horizons. What had Joly said? That people argued about characters in plays? "A play. Christ no, I've no idea which, you pick something."

So he's comfortable and expansive at the bar, with some bowls of nibbly things, making not-very-earnest progress on a book. Easy to interrupt.

yinyangwizard

The next time Sallie Reynolds or Michelangelo stops by the Bar, they will be delivered a typed note on high-quality stationery. The note says:

I wish to establish a new fund for the Bar, in addition to the two that already exist. The proposed Jubilee Fund will cover the tabs of individuals who live in circumstances of relative poverty in their time and place of origin. The Bar herself will decide who should benefit from the Jubilee Fund, what purchases will be covered, and what constitutes a reasonable expense or allowance.

With your permission, I will make a founding donation for the new fund. Simply ask Bar to deliver a reply to this message. She knows who I am, although as far as everyone else is concerned, I prefer to remain anonymous.

Thank you for your consideration.

The note is, of course, unsigned.

[OOC: Reactions only please. I will make a backroom post when the new fund is officially established, to explain how it works (although it will be pretty handwavey).]

mnt_mike

*(offer not valid for turkeys)

Did you see that?
Just a little bit of movement in the corner of your eye.
Wait...there it is again!
What is that?
Is...is that a hand print made to look like...a turkey?

You bet your sweet bippy it is!
Because Thanksgiving is Mike's favorite holiday.
Or at very least it's tied for first on his list of favorite holidays.

If one were so inclined, one could investigate the hand turkeys further.
Upon investigation one might just realize that they create a path that leads out of the Bar proper and in the direction of the Caribbean Outlet.

There, in the warm sand, several tables have been set up.
They're decorated for the season, with literal cornucopias and paper turkeys.

(Lake Rule apply. Tag in, tag often.

mnt_mike

The doorway to the Staff Hallway swings open with a well oiled swish which is then quickly followed by a pop not unlike the sound one hears when opening a well sealed Tupperware container. Which is, in turn, quickly followed by the sound of a Barman saying, "...oh boy," right before redirects his tripping momentum into a perfectly executed tuck-and-roll.

Behind Bar a banner appears:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKE

There are also party hats, a cake for Mike, several as-yet-uncarved pumpkins, as well as some pretty interesting looking knives. You know, for when he finally gets to Bar and starts the Happy Hour he's supposed to be hosting today.

heatherandsteel

Quentin's found the most amazing marathon of hockey films mixed with other feel good sports' movies. At the moment, a hockey player and figure skater are arguing as they skate and Quentin has pizza with a big soda.

His disguise is down and his t-shirt is advertising a start up with a cat stretching as its logo, it was free and annoys Raj. He's keeping an eye out for friends but anyone's welcome to join him, he's missing Raj as he would like this.

hadyougoing

Will you look at that? There's a note for Mike at the Bar.

( Hey Mike )

mnt_mike

The door to the Staff Hallway is propped open, and the smells of American Thanksgiving with All the Trimmings is wafting through into the Main Bar. If one followed their nose they'd find themselves into the suite occupied by Michealangelo. All the furniture in the living room has been swapped out for long dining tables complete with place settings, decorative centerpieces, and even cloth napkins.

And if your nose doesn't direct you, then perhaps the seemingly limitless number of hand-turkeys decorating the main bar directing you in that direction that way just might.

THANKSGIVING!
All are welcome.
Mike's Place.
Bring your appetite.

[ooc: Standard Lake Party rules apply. Please thread hop.]

from_earth

[Pre-Milliways: On the crimson plains of the fourth planet (we designate it Mars), Felton Lagravenese, a local yokel, informs Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars, that something strange has shown up in Town. Is it Jupiter spies, or worse, an illegally parked spaceship? Find out on the next thrilling adventure of: Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars!]

The front door to Milliways opens and makes an unusual sound not unlike swinging saloon doors.

Two men enter. One comes first -- tall and ruggedly handsome, if he does say so himself -- with a shock of red hair poking out the front of his cowboy hat and two pistols at his hips. Also present: what appears to be a pair of robot fists.

The other man -- shorter, grayer, more harried -- is creeping along behind, gazing fearfully around the first man's body.

Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars, stops inside the door and looks around.

"Reckon it's a saloon after all, Felton, else these aliens have a dedication to thoroughness and realism that's to be admired."

[OOC: First entrance! Tag one, the other, or both! Slowtime is likely, but post is open forever. :D ]

mnt_mike

Behind Bar there stands a man.
Well...it's not so much a man as it is Mike.
And he's not so much standing as he is dancing.

"Shake your love.
I just can't shake your love.
Shake your love.
I just can't shake.

Your love."

To Debbie Gibson, apparently.
An Etch-A-Sketch appears on Bar's Top and slowly the words Happy Hour slowly appear.

"Shake it! Your love!
Can't shake! Just can't shake your lurve!."

mnt_mike

[ooc: backdated and millitimed to before this thread]

[CW: SELF HARM]

This is going to suck.
It's going to suck so bad.
Raph is going to be pissed, Mike knows this.
Hell, the Willow behind the Bar knows this...

And there's a fat lot of good that Mike can do but continue to bag sand and hope for the best because there's no changing what's been changed.

So Mike does what any rational humanoid in his position would do: he relies on someone else's coping mechanisms.

Tonight he's chosen Mickey Bernard Wrangle as his vice-monger du-jour, and so this is why he's seated on the roof with a pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo lighter engraved with one word: Yum.

neverbelievedintheend

Searching the garage has gone on quite long enough, as far as Stacker is concerned. He's found Jaegers, and there are probably more down there, but for now he needs to start planning for making proper use of those machines. Which means, eventually, looking for pilots- but he's seen what passes for a gym here, and he's going to need better facilities first.

Assuming he can find the right person to talk to about that, anyway.

mnt_mike

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" The singing starts down the Staff Hallway.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!"

It's muffled, but it does get louder.

"Well it's time to celebrate my birthday,
It happens twice a year.
Don eats a lot of broccoli and Raph drinks a lot of beer
We're always good and happy 'cause there's so much we can eat
A million people every day are starving in the street!"

The door bursts open to reveal a be-birthday-hatted Michealangelo in his most outrageous orange Hawaiian shirt.
And yes, he does continue to sing...now without the added benefit of being muted by the door.

"My brother's in the gutter with the wretched and the poor
Your Father's in the kitchen with a can of Cycle Four
There's garbage in the water
There's poison in the sky
I guess it won't be long before we're all gonna die..."

hecu_marine

Shephard walks into the Bar with one of his usual three-legged blue-striped Satanic-looking alien hamdog things at his heels. He gets a napkin upon which is written rather more than usual.

"Well, shit."

Specials

Anything I can make with just my left hand, 25% off
Teach me some cuss words from a language I don't know how to cuss in yet, 25% off

No, I will not take the mask off
I HEARD about the plague we've got here

There's a bartender in Marine Corps fatigues and a snugly-fitting gas mask waiting to take your orders, and letting his right hand scribble away on a tablet while the rest of him works.

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.

never_shall_yield

Javert has no intention of staying in the bar today. He has got too much to do. But as it appears three times in two hours, he rolls his eyes and comes in just long enough to leave a note he meant to leave last time he was here.

( To the Barman )

He does not look around to see anyone before leaving again.

unglitched

Vanellope von Schweetz has a problem.

She was hanging out in the rafters, fiddling with her T-Minus device (like ya do), and she accidentally dropped it. This is a problem because she happened to be directly above the trilobite tank when she dropped the device.

So now Vanellope is staring into the tank, contemplating her options. Her arms are too short to reach the device from above. Glitching directly into the tank seems like a very bad idea. Maybe she can hold her breath and dive in without the tank's inhabitants attacking her?

At least the device still seems be functioning underwater. Unfortunately, the trilobites have started to investigate it. Someone come help before they post something embarrassing to the message board under Vanellope's username.

[ooc: Intended for Car Keys but open to anyone until it falls off the page.]

baptizemyself

It's beautiful bright sunny day. The squid is chilling in the lake. The demon bunnies are skirting the edge of the forrest, looking for easy prey. And there is a party going on.

Why?

Why not!

Who needs a reason to have a good old fashioned lake party?

Certainly not us!

[OOC: Happy Tenth Anniversary, Milliways! You know the drill! Tag one, tag all, threadhop! Enjoy!]

guppy_sandhu

[ooc: Guppy has an enlightening conversation with Bruce about Dr Lecter. Warnings in link for mental health triggers and graphic imagery]

There are things that need to be done.

After receiving some rather disturbing news, Guppy leaves a note at the bar. The note looks like it has been scrawled in a panicked rush, the handwriting and grammar getting steadily worse towards the end.

( Michaelangelo, Simon Tam, Teja )

He knows he needs to stick around - people are going to need to ask questions - but he doesn't know if he can face it. He gets a tea, which Bar gives him with a lid, so his hands don't shake and spill it everywhere, and starts to head toward the stairs.

[ooc: Can be caught before he goes upstairs if anyone wants - and I'm back in the room until midnight :)]

mnt_mike

"No seriously, it'll be fine."

"I mean it!"

"There's nothing they can throw at me I can't handle on my own."

"I am not tempting fate by saying that."

"..."

"Okay, maybe I am a little. Look, I promise to wake you if anything interesting happens. Okay?"

"Deal. Sweet dreams, MapleBaby."

The sandy-haired man behind the now dozing Bar, reaches for the Special's Menu and scrawls the following in orange chalk.

Tell me what
I've missed
And your Drink
is on the House

Then he hops up so as to sit on the barback, and flips through a magazine.

guppy_sandhu

Some time after this, Guppy leaves a note at the bar.

( Mike or Sallie )

After this he puts up his clinic sign and settles in the corner.

FREE WALK-IN CLINIC
THE DOCTOR IS IN