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[OOC: For those who are new, or those who need a refresher, the requisite Back Room info post is here.]

Some time during the night, thick clouds envelop the moon, leaving the land around Milliways plunged in darkness.

When the clouds move on and the moon shines again, things have changed.

The once-bare-mountainsides and foothills are covered in grey-barked trees, thirty feet tall at most, the twigs of their branches studded with buds.

There are also some new trees near and at part of the lakeshore, with a little wooden pavillion surrounded by a grove of the new trees. The little Air Nomad temple now shares its island with some of these trees as well. Flagstone paths wind their way up the mountainsides with occasional clearings in places that will provide a good view. At intervals along the paths and around the clearings are stone Japanese lanterns with lights that begin to glow at sunset and dim out at sunrise.

Clouds of pink and white sparks swarm and swirl over surfaces in the bar and certain areas outside, leaving new decorations, furniture, and other things. Inside the bar, the rafters are now hung with pink streamers and banners depicting five-petaled cherry blossoms. On the walls are Chinese and Japanese scroll paintings and prints of cherry blossoms. Blossom-shaped tea pastries, cherry pies, pink lemonade, and special tea both hot and iced are available free to all - as are bowls of the fruit themselves, of course, both pitted and fresh on the stem. Outside, pink and red sitting cushions appear in the lakeside pavillion. The larger mountain clearings, especially the ones overlooking cliffs, now have picnic tables and Adirondack chairs.

By the time the sun clears the horizon the next day, the buds on the trees have opened, and by noon the cherry trees are blooming in various shades of pink and white. Sakura are not generally known for their scent, but where they grow in such numbers, one can detect something floral and sweet in the air when the breeze blows just the right way.

Sakura are not generally known for their scent, but where they grow in such numbers, one can detect something floral and sweet in the air when the breeze blows just the right way.

[OOC: The Cherry Blossom All-Skate is now open! This is also a timed event for "canonical" posts that extends through next weekend.

All your pups can enjoy the blossoms! Retired pups! Deleted pups! AU pups! Original characters! Whatever!

As usual:

1. Communication is key.
2. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, slap a content warning on it.
3. What happens in the All-Skate, stays in the All-Skates! Unless, that is, it happens between approved game characters and all muns agree.
4. Please don't be a dick.
5. You can ignore the theme if you want, but I hope you'll work it in!]


Tinytag: Cherry Blossoms

Party Post!

Aug. 2nd, 2013 10:54 am
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[personal profile] srspirate
What is this?

A lively tune?

Your host is inspired to dance!

Those who enter the bar today may notice more than the usual commotion. There is music, a table tucked in a corner for receiving gifts, and a festive banner. It has flamingos on it. Pink ones.

In addition, there is a modest sandwich board set on the Bar with the following proclamation in festive script:

La Fête Spectaculaire!
Dinah Lance Party
Anything served in the half-shell is free
Do try the coconut punch
Follow the rose petals



A scattering of rose petals lead the way outside, along the path to the beach.


(OoC: Welcome to the cross-community going away party/housewarming for [personal profile] innerbrat & Dinah Lance! [details and announcement] This is a standard party post; shenanigans and thread-hopping are encouraged. For your convenience, an OoC thread has been set up at the end of the post for communicating, plotting, and sending some OoC love and well-wishes to the lovely Debi. Debi and I can be found on AIM as well and in crackchat off and on all weekend. So please stop by! Thanks everybody, let's have some fun and show Debi some love. ♥

ETA: Just as an aside, the "bring a present or duel" thing was entirely for the lulz. Your pups aren't obligated to one or the other unless they want to, and this remains completely open to everyone! XD)
[personal profile] i_candozat
When you throw together groups of people--no matter what the year or advancements made from the past conditions of the (primarily) human race--that have what are perceived to be irreconcilable differences, problems will eventually happen. It's been a few days on the other side of the door for one teenaged Pavel Chekov, going relatively smoothly as he works at studies and his running.

It had gone decently as he'd been placed into another course, rising through his chosen program with high grades. Until, of course, some of the older cadets had realized he was only fifteen. That had earned him a few insults--most of which he didn't mind, but it was the one about his mother that got to him--and when he'd returned with a very rude and very colorful snap of Russian, a fist to the face.

He enters the bar with one hand cupped over his nose and mouth, though the red of his blood is staining his cadet's uniform undershirt in splotches, the overshirt discarded already. His nose is bleeding freely, broken by the look of how he's refusing to touch it, and his eye socket is throbbing from the glancing blow of knuckles. Chekov supposes Milliways is fortunate, since he was on his way to the infirmary anyway, but this way there hopefully won't be any awkward questions. (Though really, even he doesn't believe it'll be that easy.)

[tiny teenage tag: Pavel Chekov]
[ooc: Just like before, he's still fifteen and though his icons don't show it will appear in Academy reds--like these unless otherwise noted. Also, all threads millitimed to after the Bones one, though feel free to see him come in and mention it in your tag.]

Dual Pup EP

Apr. 6th, 2009 11:57 am
[identity profile] loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com
OOM: Jason and Charlie in St. Louis.

Parts 1 and 2
Part 3:The Barn
WARNING: This OOM contains triggery material including physical violence and rape. Please do not read if you are sensitive to any of these topics. And as usual, the actions of the pups do not reflect the beliefs of the muns.


The door opens and Jason stumbles through. When he sees it's the Bar, his eyes widen. He reaches back and jerks Charlie through the door, then slams it shut, leaning against it.

Jason is a wreck: his face has been clawed and beaten; one eye is red with blood; and blood is starting to bleed through the white robe he's wearing over his jeans.

Charlie is hiding his injuries well: the bite on his shoulder hasn't bled through the robe yet and neither have the claw marks on his hips.

Any tags will take place after the exchange between Jason and Charlie below. OOC: And thanks so much, but Jason-mun has to jet for a bit. Slows will be answered!
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[personal profile] scurlock
[OOM:

start out depressed
and everything comes as a pleasant surprise
]


When the door swings open on the hinges, it's tall and wide enough to allow both horse and rider to pass without brushing the frame. And as for the rider - he's dressed different than he was when he left, with a dark shirt and black rifle frock coat, and his face is speckled with the barest hint of blood, and he looks like he hasn't had a proper shower in a few days. Thankfully, it's late enough at night that the horse doesn't spook that badly.

Doc keeps a tight hand on the reins and it seems to take him a minute to react to being in the bar, but he clicks quietly under his breath and nudges the animal forward, careful to navigate the clearest path towards the back door. His shoulders are set strong, still, but from the look in his eyes it's obvious to those who know him that he's tired.

Of everything.

ooc: Semi-plotlocked. Please ping young scurlock before tagging. Doc's injuries are not visible to the casual observer and I'd like to not have too many threads on this, just because he's...well, he's not in the best state of mind right now and I've kind of already planned it out with a few other pups. Thanks guys!
[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com
[OOM: History will one day remember it as the last major offensive of the war, but for those who live through it there is only one thing to remember: death. So much death.]

The Makita who trudges into the bar today is almost unrecognizable as the girl who left only a few days ago. Her clothes and face are still spattered with the blood and grime of days of fighting in the streets, but that isn't uncommon for her.

No, the difference is that this Makita is hollow-eyed, almost empty. Her steps are slow and heavy, her eyes are blank, and she doesn't even appear to be aware that she's back in Milliways at all. A close look at her face will reveal the twin streaks of oddly clean skin running down her cheeks; the path the tears have scoured out.

She's not crying now. She has no tears left.

Makita has been many things in her life, but broken has never been one of them. Until now.

[This post open for days and days as it's sort of important to Makita, and likely to go slowtime since I'm still traveling. But don't let that deter you from tagging.]
[identity profile] dare-the-devil.livejournal.com
There is an assassin outside, practicing with her sais. She's off in her own world for the moment. A certain superhero still haunts her dreams but she's been trying to ignore that. Like she told the dream!Matt, she'd come back to him when she was ready. Though when that was... was a whole other story. Especially when she's done some questionable things since Stick bringing her back to life.

But for now all thought is gone while she practices.



[Tiny Tag: Elektra Natchios, Hercules]
[identity profile] kevlar-diamond.livejournal.com
There was a living sculpture sitting, or rather, kneeling, on a chair. Before her was a glass of juice with a long, curly straw and a plate of sliced veggies. She was slowly eating a salad, if chunks large enough to spear could be called such. Healthy meals were a necessity now it seemed.

She was experimenting with salad dressings, small cups of various flavors around her plate were sampled as she poked and prodded things, and those she really liked? She was learning the names of.

Currently? She was on "Blue cheese".

[Tiny tag: Penance]
[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Jack came in earlier--before the wardrobe changes started happening--and went upstairs for a while before heading out to the lake with a bottle of Jack Daniels, which, to his credit, hasn't lost much of its contents since he went outside.  He hasn't seen the changes in the bar, though that's just as well at the moment, as he's not really in the mood.  Not today at least.

One year ago, he watched as the Chinese General in charge of his interrogation leveled a pistol at Tony's head and pulled the trigger.  He can still see the look in his best friend's eyes as the life went out of them, the image all too clear even after a year of trying to forget it.

All day he's kept a brave face for Michelle; the day's hard enough for her to deal with without seeing his grief as well.  That's why he'd come into Milliways, though; so he can drop the facade for a little while.

It doesn't hurt the same way it used to, but it still hurts.  Still really fucking hurts sometimes.

Needless to say, any help in sharing the bottle would be much appreciated.
[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com
Sharpe comes in through the front door, dusty and tired, and sags against the wall next to it as soon as he realizes where he is.

It has not been a good day.

in a booth

Mar. 9th, 2008 02:47 pm
[identity profile] rider-servant.livejournal.com
She sits with a glass of plum wine and a book in braille, quiet and unassuming. The long strands of her lavender hair almost seem to float around her, though, almost alive.

[rider (fate/stay night)]
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[personal profile] will_scarlett
Will's in a good mood, a little sore after his spar with Atton yesterday and outside at the archery range.

Spring is coming and that will mean busier times in Sherwood so the arrows fly straight and true, he is no Robin Hood, but a consistently good shot.
[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com
It's Christmas Eve, and this night of all nights, Sharpe wants to be with his children.

He had to try almost every door he could reach on the ship before he found this one, but he's here now, striding in and over to the Bar to keep an eye out for Archie or Svava.

Any other company is welcome.
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[personal profile] alertcommando
The door opens, and a woman in BDU pants and a black tank top walks in, busy with her BDU belt and holsters; she has not noticed the change in scenario, but will be glad later with the fact the door closes but does not vanish.

When she is happy with the fit and sitting of her guns and basic tools, Tanya looks up... then around...

This is not her barracks. Or the mess hall. "What. The. Fuck?"
[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com
Sharpe's delaying going back to the ship - it's not as if anyone will miss him or as if he'll reach Harper any later for a few days in the bar, and he really hates sailing - and doing a security shift while he's here.

He's sitting on a bar stool, wearing his badge and surveying the room. Anyone he knows - people looking after his children especially - or indeed anyone he doesn't know is welcome to come and chat.

[ooc: Recycled EP? What recycled EP?]
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[personal profile] dr_temperance
Brennan is sitting at a table with a case file and a cup of coffee. She looks like she's concentrating very hard on its contents.

In point of fact, it's not the case file that's holding her attention. She's already committed the pertinent details to memory, and reviewed all the evidence that the lab has so far been able to process. It's the sheet of paper that is lying on top of it that she's mulling over.

There's not much to it. A list of rules and conditions for special visitation to a prisoner in a federal facility. Caroline had had it sent over.

Brennan knows that the outspoken prosecuting attorney had pulled a lot of strings to allow Brennan to visit her father in relative privacy and comfort. She's just not sure yet if it's a favor that she wants to accept.

[OOC: The mun is off to crash, but slowtimes are welcome.]
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[personal profile] alwaysroomforhope
Steph's ...

... done her hair differently. Yeah. Or maybe she's wearing different ... boots, or something. In fact, you'd probably hardly notice the difference. Since theoretically there isn't one, and all.

She's lounging on a couch, contemplating whether or not to sign up for the piano recital, and drinking a lemon-lime-and-bitters in which ice cubes are gently clinking together. Such is the hard life of a dead teen vigilante.
[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com
Sharpe, as a general rule, does not like sailing. There's a reason he ran to the army rather than the navy, when he was young, and it's not just that an army recruiter found him first.

The sea on his journey to India isn't particularly calm today. He looks juuust a little green when he walks through the door.
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[personal profile] scurlock
[OOM: In which the boys find out some bad news, a fight breaks out, and while some things have changed in New Mexico, some things and some towns stay the same.]

When Doc steps into the bar, at first he's not paying attention. Until he realises that this is Milliways, not the...rooming establishment...

...oh hell, not the whorehouse he'd been walking into. "Well, damn. So much for that idea."

Then again, at least when he decided to leave again, he'd be walking into a virtual heaven on earth, with the way Lady Jane had been grinnin' at all them boys...yeah, leaving Milliways won't be quite so hard next time.

He clears his throat and his mind of that, however, as this is not the time or place, checks out back and notes the fact that it's cold, and decides that he'll check into the stables in the morning.

Doc can be found sitting at the bar -- which thank the Lord on high works proper again -- with a cup of coffee. And a pizza. Hawaiian style. Feel free to come poke him to ensure he's really back, as it has been nearly three weeks, or steal a piece of the pie so to speak. There's plenty to go around.

OOC: Am not in crackchat, but I am around. Grabbing a quick bite to eat and I'll be here for hours.
[identity profile] zeebaeataz.livejournal.com
There was the thumping of running feet, and then the door flew open, admitting a tumble of crocodiles who upon realizing where they were, crowed and congratulated each other, "Stupid lions ees never find us in heer!"

One of them even went back to the door to yell out it, "You ees hear that lions? You ees stupid and never finds us in heer!" That one was promptly yanked back out the door, causing the rest to scatter.

Maybe there's one hiding under your table, couldn't hurt to check.
[identity profile] stubborn-annie.livejournal.com
The weather is absolutely vile in the Wellses' Yorkshire right now. Annie got up early as per spec, saw Harry off, and headed off to the bakery, but the prospect of returning to sideways winter rain and wind... brr. No, thank you. She'll just be right here with a book and some of her apple tarts on offer, along with a small sign and a business card or twelve for her bakery in Harrogate, since otherwise people are likely to assume she's trying to turn them into swine or something.
[identity profile] alorn-bear.livejournal.com
There's a pwing! and a flash of turquoise light, and Belar's in the Bar with his security badge on. One quick look in the Bar's direction and he knows all he needs to know. With a wince, he materializes a piece of paper out of the air and writes out a note- essentially he's volunteering to take a shift as Bartender. He's been a god of alcohol both on Gara and among the Mongols, after all.

He's around for all your Security needs in the meantime.
[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com
Sharpe hasn't got back to Normandy yet - he's still four days' ride from home. However, he was only going there because it's the most reliable way he knows to get to the bar, and he wanted to come here first.

Therefore, when he finds Milliways behind the door of his room at the roadside inn, it actually lightens his grim expression - a little, and only with relief, but it does.

He's looking for specific people, but feel free to talk to him whoever you are.
[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com
Sharpe's been in London for a day or two now. His appointment with Wellington is tomorrow - and mutter as he might about being summoned then made to make an appointment, he knows the man and he knows his ways. So he's at a bit of a loss, today.

He wasn't expecting the door of his rented room to open on Milliways, but he's certainly not complaining when he comes in and flops into a chair.
[identity profile] and-far-away.livejournal.com
Wellington won't wait much longer. He's a man who expects to be obeyed, and the summons came almost a month ago already.

Sharpe's going to go - that was never really in doubt - he's just been putting off the departure. But that means he has to find someone to care for the children as soon as possible. Within a day or two, if possible, and then he can be on his way before Wellington decides to send him an escort.

He's got Patrick and Dominique with him today, as well as Danny the hunting dog, and he's looking for a few faces in particular. He'll talk to anyone else before he finds them, though.