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(Following this:)

There's the briefest stuttering in the music that's filled the bar for the last couple of weeks.
('cause when you find yourself the villain in the story you have written)
And then, ever so slowly - because even something this wild can't say no to something that wants it gone - it fades out.
(sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemption)
Eventually, it's gone - contained in the guitar it came from again; there's no killing something like this, but it can be contained. And the guy at the center of it?
He passes out. Good thing he was already sitting down.

(OOC: Aaaaand that's a wrap, folks! Use this post for reaction tags or write your own, whichever you'd prefer. Thanks again; it's been a blast! :D)

iamso_awesome

There's something happening here.
What it is ain't exactly clear.
All Apollo knows for certain is that this is the second time in three months he's walked into Milliways only to find there's something seriously wrong with the place. And while this isn't giving off the same feeling of impending doom as the apocalypse - well, it's still bad.
'Out of tune' wouldn't be a bad way of putting it at all.
"...What happy horseshit is this?"

claudiometer

Claudia looks tired, at the moment; it might have something to do with the music that's been going around lately. And she is, in fact, dimly aware that something's very, very wrong. You don't survive long in her job without at least some situational awareness.
Still, there's no point in setting her borrowed guitar aside. It's entirely possible that she can't without things getting... ugly. (Besides, how would anyone hear the music if she stopped?)

(OOC: Honestly not sure how long I'll be on tonight, but this'll be Claud's last post with rocks in.)

ostro_goth

Teja has been busy with music; he has even gone to the future again, riding his motorcycle to Florence by the route he had once taken with Yrael, to buy another guitar -- one that needs electric power, one that can truly wail.

When he returns with it and orders a cup of well-watered wine, he gets a napkin asking him to serve a shift.

Why not?

He puts up some specials:

Ale
Cider
Red or white wine
Atlantean -- only for the bold!

His fingers are itching to play, but he shall do his duty first.

And maybe play when there is time.

not_elvish

It's not all that unusual to see musicians about the bar, especially at the moment.
(we'll fight for your music halls and dying cities)
But one might wonder if most of them look so pleased with the amount of music going around as does the young man in the corner. And really, why's he using such a crappy-looking guitar?
(they'll fight for your neural walls and plasticities)
Whatever the case may be, Buddy's rather enjoying himself at the moment. He'd probably even be willing to take some requests, if you had them.

claudiometer

Klatchian coffee may be good for inducing something beyond sobriety, but it only lasts for so long - and that's especially true when you realise you haven't really slept in a week and eventually have to give in to the need for sleep.
Once Claudia slept it off and woke up again, she couldn't think why she'd stopped. Really, the music is the important thing here.
(I could make it all worthwhile as a rock and roll star)
So she's back at it again tonight. Botherable and likely taking requests.

(OOC: Subject to varying amounts of slowtime tonight and tomorrow.)

guppy_sandhu

There is a traditional Life Support activity that hasn't generally been practiced since it came under new managment a few years back.

That would be singing. Or at least Guppy with a guitar, looking totally out of it, while the others sort of eye him suspiciously.

Life Support
Open to All
With singing!

Of course, there is still food.

[ooc: Life Support with extra rocks in (feel free to ignore/gag Guppy should you not wish to be infected). Otherwise usual Life Support guidelines apply - everyone welcome, everyone will get a tag, threadhopping encouraged, open until the next one :)]

a1enzo

Between his own family and his girlfriend's, Enzo can often get hold of potentially useful gadgets in a crisis.

Today, he's wearing a pair of acid-green wireless earphone/communicators, and has a box full of same. Hopefully, they'll help protect against the current musical weirdness. Though he'd like to establish that before handing them out.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy got some disturbing news from Enzo yesterday. After debating what to do with it, he has donned a pair of industrial ear defenders, and is sitting wearing them and carrying a fire extinguisher and a tricorder*.

He also fires off a couple of notes, which he leaves at the bar.

( Notes for Mike+Sallie, Security )

He then sits at the bar, keeping an eye on the people in the bar, still wearing the ear defenders. If he could only remember how they fixed this last time, that would help...

[*Remembering that something similar has happened a couple of times, but unable to recall whether this is the one that makes people catch fire.]

golden_lyre

[OOM: It's been a long time coming.]

Usually when Orpheus comes into the bar, the only thing differentiating him from a man living under a bridge is that he's generally showered in the last day or so. Today, though, he's looking sharp. GQ sharp. Just signed a record deal sharp.

(Hit music on the radio.)

His guitar is still strapped to his back, but he sets it aside when he gets to the bar and orders the most expensive scotch they have.

(I've been working hard all day/to pay the bills I have to pay)

He takes his drink and his guitar to the piano and settles in to gift the bar with his latest composition.

ostro_goth

Teja has climbed up into the rafters today with his guitar, and is playing the wild music that has taken a hold of him lately.

The music he plays is ever wild now, and sometimes strange and beautiful, but always completely metal!!!

claudiometer

(Not actually an OOM:

I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind)

In a departure from the last week, Claudia's at the Bar, with one ginormous plate of spaghetti. The thing about suddenly being snapped out of that musical fog? You realise you're hungry.
She's also tired, but she's trying to hold off on actually sleeping as long as she can. The door hasn't come back, and while Bar told her via napkin that the Tesla's in safe (metaphorical) hands, she won't give that back either, so Claudia's pretty sure she's not out of the woods yet.
But while she is, she can try her best at some Investigator Mode.

(OOC: Once again subject to slowtime during the afternoon, but this one's open for ages; Claud wants to take full advantage of this moment of uber-clarity while she has it.)

areyoumyjolly

There is a mermaid slouching prettily in a glass bathtub not far from the door to the outside. She's drinking something with rum and an umbrella in, and fascinated by all the music that's around in the bar today.

And there's always the danger that she might hum along...

no_vampires_plz

Twilight didn't go home last night. Twilight didn't sleep last night. Who can sleep when there's art to be created?
(I'm not a fan of puppeteers)
Instead, she spent the entire night holed up in a room upstairs, sequencing beats and tweaking samples, pausing only to occasionally reenergize herself with an energy drink or two.
(but I've a nagging fear)
Now she's moved her deck down into the bar proper so she can share her new creations and their strangely intoxicating rhythms with the rest of the multiverse.
(someone else is pulling at the strings)
MC² is in the house, spinning tracks until the world ends and beyond. (Just don't ask where she got the horn-rimmed glasses.)

[ooc: Open until it scrolls, either for threading or just reactions to spread the viral music.]

Current Music: Discord (The Living Tombstone's Remix)

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]

claudiometer

Claudia's back (still?) in her Cubefall chair, with the guitar she got from the Bar the other day, since she hasn't been able to get home and get her own yet. She can't think why she didn't have it here in the first place.
(when there's a burning in your heart)
She couldn't tell you if she's slept much in the last week. She's not particularly tired, so she must have done. (Though frankly, the narration's not sure if she's left this chair in the last week.)
(an endless yearning in your heart)
She also couldn't tell you when she last ate, but she hasn't really been all that hungry, either. And really, why would she want to stop for food? There's music to be had, after all.
(build it bigger than the sun, let it grow, let it grow)
She wouldn't even mind an audience. (But feel free to boggle at her, too.)

(OOC: I'll be at work all afternoon, so this'll be on insta-slowtime for the most part, but as with her last post it's open till the next one.)

not_elvish

There's something strange in the neighborhood.
(all I hear is music, guaranteed to please)
...Oh, no, wait, it's just a musician. His guitar isn't exactly something to write home about, even though he could easily get a higher-quality instrument from the Bar, but he hasn't seen the point in doing that.
(if there's music in the night and it's really, really right, it's the only thing I need)
After all, this one plays perfectly well. Come and listen.

[tiny tag: Charles Xavier]

claudiometer

"Aww, come on!"
That would be the sound of Claudia finally registering that her door home pulled a vanishing act last night. Normal enough, right?
"Some of us have guitars we'd like to go home and get, you know," she says, before turning away from the space where the door ought to be.
...Okay, for a girl who's barely admitted to anyone here she can play? That's a little unusual.
In any case, if the door won't cooperate, she can always get something that'll do from the Bar. And that's exactly what she does, before settling down in her Cubefall chair by the fire and getting to work.

(OOC: Pretty much subject to insta-slowtime due to work, but I wanted to get Claudia's foot in the plottish door, so to speak. Open till her next post!)

not_elvish

Sometime yesterday, Imp lost track of his harp. You'd think it'd be the sort of thing that would be easy to keep track of - and indeed he did; that's the only reason he left it unattended.
In any case, he's looked everywhere he can think of, and is currently checking the Lost and Found box. There's no trace of his harp there, either - but his hand does catch what seems to be a guitar neck
(this fire grows higher)
and, almost without really registering what he's doing, he pulls it out.
It is a guitar, at least loosely speaking; it looks more like someone put some strings across a block of wood
(this fire grows higher)
and then slapped a chalk mark on it, for no apparent reason. And yet, he can't shake the feeling he's seen it somewhere before.
(this fire grows higher)
That should possibly worry him, as should the fact that it seems to be making noises of its own accord; guitars just don't do that. But beggars can't be choosers, and he's got a song to finish, and something about it
(this fire grows higher)
feels inexplicably right for the job. So he takes it, and takes it over to the table where his notebook is, and starts working.

Well. He tries to, anyway, but that's not what ends up happening.
What comes out instead isn't a bit like what he was working on - but it's catchy.

(OOC: And with this, Plot With Rocks In is a GO. Feel free to just leave reaction tags or thread (with Buddy or with each other) under this post, and above all, HAVE FUN.)

withrocksin

Imp's been out of the infirmary for a few days now. Mostly he's been upstairs, weighing his options.
He hasn't checked to see if the front door's reappeared since the music left. Even if it's there, the idea of going back... has its ups and downs. Chief among the negative points: Who's to say the stuff's not lingering on the other side of the door waiting to pounce on him the second he's through it? it's not exactly a risk he feels prepared to take, just now.
And while he's getting used to the idea that people might not hold him responsible for bringing the stuff into the bar, since it was an accident... he still feels like he ought to do something. His explicit fault or not, it still interrupted several people's lives, and if there's one thing the music doesn't do, it's apologize.
To that end, he's been writing, and he thinks he's finally done. So he leaves the note with the bar, asking her to give a copy to anyone who was somehow involved in the music mess, including those who helped to stop it.

( the note in question )
And with that out of the way, he heads back upstairs for the night. He'll stick around to talk to people another time.

withrocksin

(This morning, in the infirmary: Before Mark heads back to the loft for his camera, he talks to Imp for a bit, this time without the music getting in the way.)

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which Mark is confused by his roommate.]

The front door opens, and a blackened metal can is pushed through, followed by a man hobbling on one crutch, the other sticking out of the can. He pushes the can out back, then comes back in, hobbling up the stairs, and twenty minutes later, hobbling back down with a bag-and-armful of papers.
Aguzza l'ingegno. L'idea vampi in fiamma!
Grabbing a box of matches from Bar, he goes out back, dumping a few of the papers into the trash can, and lighting a match. Standing, and leaning on one crutch, he starts to film.

Zoom in as he burns the past to the ground and feels the heat of the future's glow

Care to join in the bonfire celebration? Mark might even give you a few papers to burn. Or bring your own fuel, he won't mind.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was in the bar, over in the booth full of notebooks.

He wasn't scribbling in them this time, but reading them, brow creased just slightly. Occasionally there was a small spark against the back of his mind, but nothing that stuck, and even those were growing further and further apart, and weaker as they went.

He also had a plate of breakfast, a big plate of breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, the works. Really, he needed it after the couple weeks he'd just been through, though he didn't remember a lot of it.

Go poke him or something, especially if you know what's been going on.

(Lunchtime now got about a half hour before I get banished to the den of internet connectionlessness, then after that I'll have a bit of time at home before going to see Sweeney Todd, so, tag away if you like.)

the_antiangst

(Not exactly out of Milliways: When the music cuts its losses and flees, Mark falls off a table - and his music-inspired shoes - and sprains his ankle. Angel stubborns at him until he heads to the infirmary before going back to the loft for his camera.)

exspdblue.livejournal.com

[OOC: Millitimed before the music left the bar...so yes, this is WRI. Feel free to post even if your character doesn't catch...I want to have fun.]

Yes, this is the power ranger that bar patrons may know and love, but there's something strange in the neighborhood. He gets up with a group of random people all with basketballs in their hands. As the beat starts up, the balls begin to move from hand to hand aiding in the creation of a complex rhythm. Add in a dash of lyrics:
Coach said to fake right,
and break left.
Watch out for the pick,
and keep an eye on defense.
Gotta run the give and go,
and give the ball to the hole.
But don't be afraid,
to shoot outside "J"
To anyone sports savvy, it sounds like they're singing about basketball. Fancy moves are taking place throughout the entire singing, and he's nowhere near even done yet.