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[OOM:

Have you heard the record they've got playing
Have you heard what they've been saying
Have you heard?]

(Spoilers for and dialogue from BSG 4x14, "A Disquiet Follows My Soul.")

mr_gaeta

[OOM:

Today, our journey is at an end.]

(Spoilers for and some dialogue from BSG 4x12, "Revelations," and 4x13, "Sometimes a Great Notion.")

ihavemyflaws

Even though Kara's been sticking to water all day, chugging it throughout pyramid practice, she comes back inside and can't sit still long before she switches to alcohol. Leaning on the bar, she asks for booze and is presented with a tall tumbler of ambrosia, home in a glass. Picking it up, she wipes the sweat from her brow and glances around.

"Look," she says to the bar after a moment. "I hear that if I take along something from you I have a better chance of making it back here once I'm finally allowed to go home. A drink stirrer or a napkin or something." She hesitates. "Don't make it a frakking napkin. Give me a bottle cap."

That appears on the bar too: a thin black bottle cap with the word Milliways written in white cursive over a small star almost as vibrant a green as her ambrosia.

It'll do. When she makes it back to Galactica she'll punch a hole in it and wear it with her dog tags, but for now she slips it into her pocket.

(OOC: The linked pyramid practice is open to any interested team members, no time limits! This in-bar post is open to anyone!)

ihavemyflaws

The last thing Kara's expecting with her ambrosia is a napkin asking her to bartend.

Her spot isn't usually behind a bar, but no one's asking her to stop drinking so she can serve other people. She gives the bar a pat, then lifts herself up to sit on its surface and slide off the opposite side.

On the board she scribbles a quick:

Tonight's Specials:
Ambrosia
Kossler

Introduce the bartender to your favorite whiskey and get 1/2 off!

ihavemyflaws

Once Kara found the pyramid equipment abandoned for the night, she went out and practiced her aim like she's been holding a grudge against the backboards, helped by the dim light radiating from the building. It wasn't much, but she was stubborn enough to keep at it for over half an hour.

She's been back inside about the same amount of time when she opts out of another refill of her shot glasses and gets the whole bottle of Glen Docan from the bar instead. With that bottle in one hand she walks right up to the door and tugs at it.

Braces one foot against the wall and pulls again.

Then -- just in case she's completely frakking stupid here -- she decides to try pushing the door open instead. If possible, it works even less.

Mouth twisted in a sneer, she gives one more useless tug before backing off. She reopens the bottle, takes a long drink, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

cbucsrule

[ Upstairs: So by day they blast the frak out of some robots at the National Guard Depot in the Capital Wasteland, but when they get back? That's when the reality of it sinks in. So what's a guy gonna do about it? Not stay back 200 feet, that's for sure. ]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Out of Milliways: Ellen, Michael Westen, Nicholas Wolfwood, Kara Thrace, and Sam Anders pay a visit to the National Guard Depot. Both outside and inside, and ultimately back together again.

ihavemyflaws

[In room 12: "You know this decision sucks, right?"]

[tiny tag: Sam Anders]

gavin62truck

On Day 2 of Cubefall, Tommy learned how to transform himself.

So outside near the garage, there's a full-sized, fully-operational fire truck with its motor idling and lights flashing. When was the last time anybody saw a fire truck at Milliways? Tommy's guessing never.

Rides in the bucket lift, providing views of the lake and surrounding fields and forests from 70 feet up, are available if asked nicely.

Aw, what the hell, just ask. Tommy's feeling pretty generous. It's the Autobot rubbing off on him.

You can also ask to play with the siren controls and scare the crap out of people, because that's always fun.

And kids love fire trucks, right? Bring 'em on.

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Ellen's had time to get a number of things in order in anticipation of the next leg of her journey back home. The Bar was kind enough to grant her some pre-War newspaper articles about military preparations on the homefront in the months before the very end, so she's got more of an idea of what they'll be facing. It's... not pleasant. She really wishes she were able to reach Megaton from here, because she left all her pulse grenades and similar equipment in her house. All she can get here is Nuka-Cola Quantum and turpentine and some tin cans.

Alas.

Anyway, she's in the Bar now with a stack of maps and newspaper articles and plans to go over. And schematics, or at least partial schematics, for quite a few of her world's robots. And a bottle of Nuka-Cola, because she needs a drink.

She's botherable. Really.

[tinytag: Samuel T. Anders, Kara Thrace (Starbuck)]

ihavemyflaws

At least the pyramid court gives her one more thing to do with herself during the day. After a morning spent there and most of her afternoon spent in the gym, she's freshly showered and ready to waste some time in the bar.

But first she checks the door. Just in case.

At this rate she'll be more surprised when it does happen, and that's a thought she's not wild about.

Bypassing the rats as usual, she picks up a whole bottle of ambrosia at the bar and takes it over to a booth, where she leans against the wall and kicks her legs up along her seat.

[OOC: Just to be safe, readers beware. The thread with Sam includes sex talk, some with triggery potential.]

cbucsrule

No matter where he is -- at the end of the universe or anywhere else -- it's a pretty great frakking day when a guy gets to start a whole new pyramid league with his favorite Viper pilot. A note goes up on the board:

MILLIWAYS PYRAMID LEAGUE
TEAM ASSIGNMENTS
Team 1: Ava. Elle. Kit. Rachel. Sameth. Voodoo.
Team 2: Dinah. Kara. Katya. Leo. Tommy. YT.
Team 3: Dean. Enzo. Grace. Kate. Sam.

Demo game later today.

Interested in joining but not on the roster? Sign up here.
Any questions? Ask Sam or Kara.

Once that's all set, he heads out back to warm up and -- predictably -- practice. Old habits, man, he can't shake them.

[OOC: for pyramid league info, see this back room post. The demonstration game is right here.
Here, you can sign up, react to team assignments (thread hopping highly encouraged!), or catch Sam either by the bar or outside.

Pyramid signups open forever!]

[Tag: Sam Anders, Tommy Gavin, Leo Fudou]

cbucsrule

A long time ago on a different rock floating through space, four members of the Delphi Pythons -- the University at Delphi's pyramid team -- did a little P.R. work at a college fair. Had a table set up to talk pyramid and pyramid opportunities to prospective students. It was a pretty good day, as Sam recalls, and while no one who approached him or his teammates was a stranger to the concept of pyramid, they still got to do a lot of explaining, have a lot of laughs, and do more than a little showing off.

Today's even better, because this is gonna be their league run under their rules. And even better than that, the day's got two of the best forward guards left in the known universe talking up the game they both love. They've got a couple game balls with them (strictly for advertising purposes) and a hand-written poster by the table.

END-OF-THE-UNIVERSE PYRAMID LEAGUE
Bored with the usual? Looking for something to do to pass your time? Want to get in shape or if you're already there, stay in shape? Got a good arm? Good endurance? Love contact sports? Want to kick ass and have your own ass kicked in turn? Then you're our man or woman. Sign up now. Training and equipment provided.

"It's probably overkill," Sam admits to Kara, "but at least it's not a hard sell, right?"

[OOC: Got questions? Want to sign up for the league? Just want to chat? Ask Starbuck or Sam or both. The post is open forever, man. Forever.]

ETA: Thanks, you guys, and if you haven't done it yet feel free to drop in and sign up from now until the end of time.

[Tag: Sam Anders, Leo Fudou, Tommy Gavin, Kit Walker]

gavin62truck

[OOC: Tommy met Kara, which resulted in this equation: 1 space pilot + 1 firefighter - 3 pairs of pants = sex (just a quickie, but hey, sex!).]

Tommy stops by during work to make a quick (and overdue) delivery at the bar. It's a plastic bag containing a navy blue t-shirt, a women's medium, with the letters FDNY on the front and the phrase KEEP BACK 200 FEET on the back. As a bonus, just because he felt like it, there's also a pair of little red shorts bearing the same message across the rear.

Included is a note written with a Sharpie on a yellow Post-It:

Kara,
Hope these fit!
- T.

He pulls another note from his pocket to leave with the bar. Needless to say, he's never had to write to a pony before:

Twilight Sparkle,
A woman named Kara Thrace would like to meet you some time, just for the sake of meeting you. Nothing formal or whatever -- she'll most likely notice you before you see her. She might actually like to meet Pinkie Pie, too.
Thanks,
Tommy Gavin

(He can't believe he even had to write out the name Pinkie Pie.)

Tommy pats the bar in thanks and ducks back through the door.

cbucsrule

The problem with the backstop, he thinks as he studies it critically, is that there's only one of them. It's been slow going through no fault of his own. Just like everywhere else, shit happens, and gathering the supplies takes its time. So does putting everything together, and he's... well, he's not a mechanic, not an engineer, even if he's okay at coaxing things into shape. The biggest challenge was making the thing durable enough to withstand gameplay, but light enough to be portable. Even if he's still not perfectly satisfied with the end results, it'll do.

Just like he did at Atlas during his pre-game warmups, he sets all the available pyramid balls -- all those green-striped ones Leo made for him -- at various places on the grass. It'd be fanfrakkingtastic if he could get a couple in the cage, but it'll be just as nice if he can just hit the backstop with them from all those different locations. Even if he's not playing pro pyramid any more and most likely never will, he feels best when he keeps in shape.

First things first, always: stretching out. It's a routine he never minded people watching, not that he could stop them from doing it anyway, but he preferred it when no one else was around. He was always good with smiling for the camera, but pyramid was his job. He never needed an audience for the prep work and sure as frak doesn't mind not having his every move scrutinized now.

[Tag: Sam Anders]

cbucsrule

It's sure as frak one way to pay off his room and board, that's all he has to say about it. Doesn't matter to him that he's never tended bar other than at charity events: he's definitely up to the challenge. He's gonna stick with what he knows, though.

Specials
Ambrosia
Juni Red
Santino Gold

Beer Sampler: 5 oz each of Virgon Brew, Hawryliw* Flamma, and Picon Ale

*pronounce it right and it's free

That oughtta do. Stepping back from the specials board, he takes his place behind the bar. Briefly, he considers putting up a note reminding people he's just some jock from Caprica, better not ask him to make anything too complicated, but all stereotypes aside he does know his way around a well-stocked bar. In the meantime, he's got his notepad out with a schematic drawn for a pyramid court. Every now and then he makes a notation on it: if he's gonna build something, he wants it to be right. Even if he doesn't intend on staying here long enough to use it for very long.

[Tag: Gilderoy Lockhart, Sam Anders]

unbreakableben

When Ben came down this ~~morning~~ afternoon, he did his usually check of the front door and had to do a double take as it was there and unlocked this time. He was tempted to go through back home but thought he should leave a note or two so went to Bar to find a note waiting for him. He can't help the smile and he is tempted to stick around for the wedding but his main duty is to his Earth so he writes a quick congratulations and politely bows out. It's then that it occurs to him to leave a note for himself...his past self. One shouldn't give too much away if you are doing this though so what to write...

It takes him a few minutes but finally he just writes, "It gets better." and signs his name. He then writes several more letters and leaves them with Bar.

Now what to get for a wedding present? After all just cause he's not there does mean he gets out of that part of the deal. I'm sure he'd love suggestions.

[OOC- Last chance to chat with human Ben for a bit as I'm sending him back to canon.]

gavin62truck

So, it's been a few days since this.

Tommy's dealt with it remarkably well. Why wouldn't he? No big deal. He's dealt with worse -- maybe not weirder, but still.

Right now he's sitting at the bar having a nice, non-alcoholic ginger ale between shifts, and wearing bunker pants and boots and a dark blue t-shirt that reads

KEEP BACK
200 FT.

across the back.

It's anybody's choice whether they want to heed it or not.

ihavemyflaws

Kara hasn't been able to stay still today. Her morning jog turned into an afternoon spent in the gym; her afternoon in the gym turned into an evening run.

Face, neck, and bare arms covered in a thin sheen of sweat, she sits at the bar for a glass of water. As dumb as it still feels to talk to the bar, she takes the glass that appears in front of her and lowers her voice to make a second request. She's never been close to Gaeta; they've served together the past two years, were civil to each other, played the occasional game of triad, but that's about it. She's always thought he had a stick up his ass, and who the frak knows what he thought about her. Unlike some people, he never volunteered the information to her face.

But it's hard to get him out of her head: Gaeta, lying there in the infirmary with one frakking leg missing and three and a half more years of experience under his belt. She's not gonna apologize for anything she hasn't done, but by the time she's finished, her tab's higher and she's pretty sure Gaeta will have a free ride for a day or two whenever he's in a position to start asking the bar for things again. "Let's keep it quiet," she advises the bar, voice low. "If you give him a sympathy card with my name on it I will burn you where you stand."

With any luck he won't even notice. He's got bigger problems. But she's done it, and even though she's not sure she'd do it again if she could rewind the last five minutes she's not complaining.

She just trades her empty glass for one full of ambrosia, bright green in the overhead light, and starts drinking.

(ooc: open until it scrolls!)

cbucsrule

[ She looked great by firelight.

And even better in room 12 the next morning. ]

all_er_nothin

The sights don't stop with the dance floor.

Once you move past, you'll see a number of carts and booths spread with home brews, fancy treats, wares, and games. There's a maypole out by the lake. Closer to the paddocks, a little corral is in order where pony rides are on offer. A horse-drawn cart and buggy are on standby to take folk around the lake.

Every free corner is filled with some delight. It's sure to be one hell of a party.

Won't you dust off your finery and come join us for a spell?

ikissdhimbck

Folk have been setting up all night, and by noon on this sunny Saturday you won't hardly be able to miss the hoopla once you step out the back door.

A lively tune is playing*, the wide expanse between the lake and the stables filled with party wares. There's a dance floor and a bandstand, both large enough to accommodate a number of people; bleacher-style seating is on either side, where ladies and menfolk can line up and wait for partners. The rest of the seating is in the form of hay bales scattered about.

Long tables are set up with all manner of country cooking, along with plenty of drinks for young and old alike. Tents have been erected, twinkling lights spun around their poles, and when the sun sets fancy lanterns and tea lights will keep the shindig aglow.

*Any band resemblance to ZZ Top is highly coincidental. >.>

ihavemyflaws

[In room 12: after another meeting in the bar, Sam's note proves true.]

mr_gaeta

Very distantly, from the hallway leading to the infirmary, there's the sound of someone singing.

[ooc: if you'd just like to react to the music, feel free to tag here; if you'd like an actual thread with Gaeta, please tag the infirmary post. Both will be open the whole weekend!]

[tinytag: boyd crowder, sam anders, aphrodite]

ihavemyflaws

Rats are not waiters. She's just not going for it.

But the bar agrees with her, and that's where she heads when it seems there's nothing better to do with her night than drink. She sits down and asks for ambrosia -- not Scorpian ambrosia this time -- and her glass appears accompanied by a piece of paper.

After an uncertain look around her -- notes with her drinks are new -- she picks it up and reads it, mouth twitching in amusement.

It even requires a second read, and she feels a toothy grin on her face as she folds the note up, slips it into her pocket, and picks up her drink.