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[Out of Milliways: "Today, I consider myself the luckiest pony in Equestria." Contains spoilers for s3e13, "Magical Mystery Cure."]

Twilight Sparkle looks different from normal when she enters Milliways today. She's a couple of inches taller, for one thing. Those who are sensitive to such things will also notice that her magical power has increased dramatically.

More immediately obvious, though, is the elaborate pink and gold ballgown she's wearing, with a matching crown and shoes.

Oh, and the wings. Did we mention the wings?

Come greet the newest Princess of Equestria, or just ask her what the hell happened.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls, but I won't be able to pick up tags on Tuesday due to family obligations.]

no_vampires_plz

[Pre-Milliways: "Shining Julian Armor, you answer me RIGHT NOW." Contains spoilers for "The Crystal Empire part 1."]

A brief burst of cold air and the regular chug of a train engine accompany Twilight's initial entrance into Milliways this morning. She strides purposefully across the room to Bar herself.

"Bar? I need to keep somepony awake and alert as long as possible. What's the largest amount of coffee you can legally serve me?"

Almost hesitantly, a napkin appears on the countertop. I can fill a keg with espresso, it says, but you have to sign a waiver.

"I can live with that."

no_vampires_plz

Bar is asleep. But there's no one there tending. Instead, there's a little sign on the countertop that says "Bartending Outside" with an arrow pointing toward the back door. A trail of paper arrows has been taped to the floor in case you didn't get the hint.

Outside, the trail of arrows gives way to a trail of paper luminarias, lighting the way down into the clearing by the lake, which is illuminated with dozens of lanterns of various shapes and sizes. A sign just at the entrance to the clearing reads:

Lunastice
the Winter Moon Festival

On the longest night of the year,
the ponies of Equestria stay up
all night to celebrate the beauty
of the moon and the night in
general. The occasion is marked
with feasts, stargazing, and the
lighting of special moon lanterns.
Come celebrate Lunastice with us!

Talk to Twilight Sparkle at the
Refreshments table for more
information about the holiday.
[ooc: It's happy hour and a partythread all in one! Open for tags all weekend or until it falls off the page, whichever comes last. Feel free to add your own subthreads and threadhop to your heart's content. Have fun!]

bbbfforever

There was one colt that I cared for,
he always would be there for me.

There's a muffled voice behind the closed door and the sound of hooves slowly walking in the hallway. Then, as the door opens, a majestic white pony in armor comes through the door.

"I'll talk to you when I'm off duty."

Then, he notices something strange as the door slams shut behind him. His jaw drops and eyes go wide.

"Where... Where am I?"

no_vampires_plz

[Out of Milliways:

This day was going to be perfect
The kind of day of which I'd dreamed since I was small
But instead of having cake
With all my friends to celebrate,
My wedding bells, they may not ring for me at all...

Spoilers for s2e26, "A Canterlot Wedding, part 2."]

[tinytag: Rarity]

no_vampires_plz

[Out Of Milliways:

When I was just a filly, I found it rather silly
To see how many other ponies I could meet
I had my books to read, didn't know that I would ever need
Other ponies to make my life complete
But there was one colt that I cared for
I knew he would be there for me

My big brother, best friend forever
Like two peas in a pod, we did everything together
He taught me how to fly a kite (best friend forever)
We never had a single fight (we did everything together)
We shared our hopes, we shared our dreams
I miss him more than I realized, it seems...

(Your big brother, best friend forever
Like two peas in a pod, you did everything together)
And though he's, oh, so far away
I hoped that he would stay
My big brother, best friend forever
Forever...

Spoilers for s2e25, "A Canterlot Wedding, Part 1."]

[tinytag: Rarity]

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

The rains've moved on from Yorkshire (finally). The property repair that began with inadvertently unearthing an Autobot leader (a thing that still induces serious what the fucking hell when considered too closely) is proceeding apace. Unfortunately, large stretches of the Wells farm's former best running paths are currently too mucky to attempt unless one likes getting boots sucked off. Since this is not the case, and since he'd like to get his running in before going to work, Wells is out behind Milliways taking advantage of the open territory around the lake. He's broken the four-minute mile a couple of times before. Today he's trying to do it in his armour, which is still painted in the greys and blacks of night camo and therefore isn't quite as easy to peg the source of.

He slows to a walk or a halt every few minutes, if someone needs or wants to talk.

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji is sitting at the bar, looking rather perplexed. His bunny-shaped backpack is still firmly over his shoulders, even as he rests uncomfortably on the bar stool, and, presumably, the reason for his distraction is the little pamphlet that he's holding in one hand and gawking at.

It's a birthday invitation - it had popped up, taped to his drink, when he'd ordered something, so he assumed it was for him. But he didn't know the person whose party he was being invited to! In fact, he'd never even heard of them.

But that wasn't the cause of his obvious confusion. That was a much more minor issue, really, because a party at Millways would definitely be fun! But if it was a birthday party, he'd have to bring presents, and, since the invitation said that it was this Enzo person's second birthday...

What was he going to get for a two year-old?

Very confused rabbit-boy, at the moment.

sylvie-barker.livejournal.com

Sylvie had avoided the latest Milliways plague, largely due to pure luck and her mun's absolute refusal to inflict that on her. So instead of post-MS worried, she's busy.
Just now, she's at a booth, with coffee and a laptop that she'd finally caved in on, casing open to let her tinker with its circuitry. What? Hardware may not be her specialty, but there's always room for improvement.
One of the waitrats, hovering nervously outside grabbing range, leaves her
a plate of chips. She pauses long enough to look up and murmur thanks before it scurries off.
Company would be agreeable.

there-is-a-me.livejournal.com

It isn't raining in Milliways. The rain has, however, started up again at home. Spoon feels this makes it utterly reasonable that he's going to take a tea-break here instead of home. Soon enough he'll be back out in the muck, mud, and cold trying to finish repairs to the goat shed. The goats are out in the pens anyway, so there isn't too much of a hurry.

Hot tea, on the other hand, is something of a necessity for the werewolf right now. On a purely psychological level he's sure he should have developed a cold by now (it ain't happening), but the tea makes him feel better in general.

puppycatcher.livejournal.com

Sgt. Doyle, US. Army 106th has reached the following conclusions about his location.

1. He's not dead.
2. He's not infected and somehow free from the infected on the other side of the door.
3. He might possibly be insane.

These are relatively common observations for newcomers to Milliways. That does not excuse him being...well...twitchy. He knows enough to not fall asleep in a strange location.

So...he's playing solitare, drinking a rockstar, his rifle set up next to him. Not a threat. (Never a threat). Just...a precautionary measure.

mago_sonriente

And damn, but Carlos is pretty pleased with himself.

His original workup for getting to the bar on purpose had involved more than a few bits and pieces of spellcraft, a little potion work, and a detour through the Nevernever. But much like the Rite of AshkEnte came down to a few wizards and a few cc's of mouse blood, he'd discovered a way to streamline the working while he was sitting in his tent after a hard day of training adolescents to blow shit up.

Hence why he was here, grinning like he just won the lottery and Angelina Jolie's hand in marriage all in one go. He doesn't gloat long, though. Soon enough he's standing next to the bar, ordering up a bottle of Dos Equis and enjoying some chips.

a1waysright.livejournal.com

The Customer is in Bar. She has a small radio next to her, and it's playing a tape of something instrumental and vaguely sexy. Her eyes are closed, and her body sways a bit to the music, the red dress shifting and catching the light. She moves like a she's hypnotized, and looks peaceful.

This song is one she enjoys a great deal.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Specials.
RUM.
MORE RUM.
LOTS OF RUM.
RUM SURPRISE.

Atton is behind the bar, looking more than a little bit grumpy, sat on a stool with his feet up on the bar, fiddling about with something very sharp looking.

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

Simon Skinner, woefully resigned to the bar's mission to diversify his wardrobe, is seated by the fire with coffee and a copy of A Midsummer's Night Dream.

The yolk is on him.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Sooraya's there.

Mostly!

She's got a glass of root beer, and a box holding something that wants out.
NOW, please. It's alternatively hissing and mewing at her. (the box, not the root beer. Around here, you never know.)

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Annie Wells slips into the Bar and sticks a sign to the back door. It reads:

ATTENTION MILLIWAYS PATRONS:

Tonight, 30 June, is the first night of the full moon. As such,t here will be werewolves in the woods and possibly on the rest of the grounds behind the Bar buildings until sun-up. Please be aware that they are patrons when they are human, and use the woods as a refuge to avoid possible disasters with other patrons. It is strongly advised that you stay indoors from moon-rise to moon-set tonight, tomorrow, and the night after that.

Thank you.

That done, she gets herself some tea from Bar and goes looking for a spot to sit. Harry might not come here for full moon these days, but someone's got to take responsibility.

puppycatcher.livejournal.com

The door of Milliways is a funny thing see.

It opens in all sorts of out of the way places. It's brought, (among other things) people made of all sorts of food, soldiers surviving things, explosions, animals. It's a crazy sort of door. Who can say what governs it?

Maybe however, the door sometimes acts as a sort of saviour.

The door opened and closed and opened again, revealing a pitch-black night on a London street and a group of people running at full breakneck speed for it; and for the man who'd placed themselves directly in their path.

Jeremy Doyle took a step backward, and then another. Falling through the frame, he kicks the door shut with a growl, even as the infected outside start to pound with mindless angry fists against the wood.

Operation Hollywood Ending. The Sargent shook his head, "....This is all fucked."

Sniper rifle on his lap, Doyle is suddenly aware that he's surrounded by people. People who aren't shouting for his blood or screaming at him and-

"....Oh christ." These people were all in danger, "....Jesus fucking christ on a fucking stick."

He's keeping his shoulder firmly pinned against the door which occasionally (occasionally) makes a muffled thump noise.