Icon to the contrary, Strong Bad actually has an arm draped around The Cheat's shoulders. "I know, The Cheat... I know." The Cheat is blubbering gently.

Strong Bad turns to Bar. "Thanks for breakin' it to us easy, ma'am-boss-miss. Although I know it can't have been easy for you."

Napkin.

"Glad to hear it."

Napkin.

"No, no ones for us. Not tonight. Make it... three glasses of Suudsu. One for each of us, and one for..." Is that a lump in the wrestleman's throat? He coughs it down quickly, anyways. "...one for the memory of Moses Malone."

[Seriously, the mun's brainmeats started contemplating this post about 30 seconds after he saw on the NBC Nightly News. Open to each and all.]

Current Mood: mournful
Current Music: Skee-Lo, "I Wish"

forgoodorforawesome

[OOM: "Haven't you heard? Flash is dying!"
"Oh? Well, good! I'm a way bettew wunnew than that guy anyway!"]

The Door opens onto a dark space in which three silhouettes are visible — one familiar, one lumpy, and one skinny. "...either he goes, or I goes. Go. Into a go-go." Strong Bad realizes where the door is opening to. "Or at least a bar."

"Bar? What're you torking ablaut?"

"A place that is Coach-Z-proof. Where I can take all the time I need to learn HTML 5, and with any rucks, no time at all will have passed...in... y'know what? I'm done talking to you, Coach. Let's play the Quiet Game."

"Ooh, my flavorite!"

The Door closes then. It opens a couple more times in rapid succession, during one of which a raspy voice says "Strong Bad, that door's not gonna open anywheres different!" to be answered with "I'm done talking to you too, Bubs."

Then there's a long interval of it not being opened, until Strong Bad opens it again and comes through, this time accompanied by The Cheat. "Dodged a Silver Bullet there."

"Don't count your boobies before they hatch, man. He could still find his way here."

"If Coach Z can get past the Landlord, he deserves all the hilarity that will thereby land upon his head."

Current Music: Flash is fast, Flash is cool...

md_donighal

The man in the gray suit steps onto the karaoke stage and picks up the mic. "Homo sapiens novus, I sense your frustration, I know your worth, and I shall begin! Here we go!

♫ Excalibur, Excalibur
From a United K, I'm looking for him, I'm going to California... ♫"

Strong Bad gives this performance a look that only a lungfish could imitate. "What. The. Crap."

"He felt guilty about not doing anything for N-Day, so he let me suggest the penalty."

"You'd think he'd know better than to set himself up like that, hyuk, hyuk..."

[One mun, five pups, tag anyone.]

Current Mood: crazy
Current Music: Troy Baker is no Norio Wakamoto

vance_prime

It has, apparently, been One Of Those Days across the multiverse. In its aftermath, we find several people in Milliways trying to unwind.

Alyx Vance is seated in a corner booth with a beer in one hand and a screwdriver in the other, taking apart a graphing calculator.

Twilight Sparkle is seated on the floor by the fireplace with a plate of cookies and a light historical novel.

And Vanellope von Schweetz has faceplanted on the couch and is snoring lightly.

They are all botherable, if you dare.

[tinytag: Ibani]

forgoodorforawesome

A half-attentive observer could be forgiven for initially thinking Strong Bad and The Cheat have finally found a way to get the third On Point King inna bar. However, comma, once they paid the balance of the attention due, they'd realize that this big guy is wearing more and different-colored clothes, and has a head that doesn't basically grow beneath his shoulders.

"C'mon, big man!" Strong Bad is dragging Ralph by the hand with surprising if cartoonish vigor. "It's my nine-eth Milliversary! This calls for a karaoke-bration!"

Ralph looks a little nervous. "I don't know about this. There's a reason I don't go to DDR that often."

"You worry too much." And then, before anyone can stop them, they're up on the stage, and Strong Bad has picked up the mike.

( Gotta dance... )

When the song is done and the machine lets them go, they retreat to a table with sheepish expressions. Maybe you can catch them there.

[OOC: Three pups, one mun, tag anyone! Or just stare dumbfounded, whatevs! Open at least until it scrolls or

aberrantangels runs out of spoons!]

Current Mood: off the hook
Current Music: Irving Berlin as performed by Taco Ockerse

forgoodorforawesome

The door opens, and two out of three On Point Kings enter, the pinker one singing the Date of Birth Song at the yellower one.

"♫ Sweet, sweet The Cheat
Yesterday was the date on your fake ID
But there's still time..." (Keyboard riff.)
"For a Milliways party! ♫"

* * *

Later, after failing to stifle the unicorn, they're out back, snacking and skipping stones across the lake. Maybe you'll stumble across them there.

[Tag at your own risk. Slowtime is always a danger.]

Current Mood: celebratory
Current Music: ...just read the post again, dude.

allthebaconandeggsyouhave

The front door opens, and four very large boxes on a handtruck come in.

Ron Swanson is moving the handtruck. He divests himself of the boxes and tapes a pre-prepared sign, printed on a ~~computer~~ typewriter, in small letters, to the topmost box.

The sign reads:

TOM HAVERFORD LEFT THIS IN A CLOSET IN THE PARKS AND RECREATION OFFICE PAST THE DEADLINE I GAVE HIM TO REMOVE IT.

HE HAS LOST THE RIGHTS TO THE CONTENTS OF THESE BOXES. THE APPROPRIATE PLACE FOR LIQUOR, OTHER THAN ONE'S OWN PROPERTY, IS A BAR.

THIS IS LIQUOR HE CREATED.

IT IS DAMN FINE LIQUOR. IT IS CALLED SNAKE JUICE. I PERSONALLY ENDORSE THIS LIQUOR.

WHILE ALL YOU REALLY NEED IS MY PERSONAL ENDORSEMENT, THE GUERILLA MARKETING SCRIPT THAT TOM PROVIDED SUGGESTS THAT A PRIME SELLING POINT IS ITS "DOPE AFTERTASTE."

TAKE AS MUCH AS YOU WOULD LIKE. I DON'T CARE.

And with that, Ron pushes his handtruck out of the bar.

[OOC: This is a plot device. You could turn it into a party post if you wanted. Or not! Please see the back room for details.]

masterofsoresu

[Millitimed to right after the big booms.]

The last time Obi-Wan felt anything like this, nearly two thousand million voices had just cried out in terror and immediately fallen silent. It's the purely physical component of the blast that actually knocks him out of his seat, but it wouldn't have been able to do but for the psychic clobbering.

Dr Donighal is at his side in about half of no time, helping him up and making sure he's all right. "I will be," Obi-Wan assures him, because that much by itself is true. He'll be all right, for a while anyway. But he has a feeling it won't last.

Then Michael's friend Jennifer arrives, saying she felt somebody squeeze space itself a little too hard. She, too, is concerned about Obi-Wan; he does his best to reassure her, and it seems to be enough.

* * *

On the other side of the bar, the wrestleman has just one question for his little buddy, a question to which he does not get an answer: "What the piping hot glazed raised CRAP?!"

[~~One pup, five muns~~ One mun, five pups; please to specify whom you want.]

Current Mood: concerned

md_donighal

( Fake LJ-cut: T-minus Seven )

Having talked an odd cross-section of his friends into getting Karkat's gifts, established that they work, and warned the others about the interloper*, Michael is remaining signed into T-Minus, as are the others, all of whom are pingable. He himself (dividedMalakh, FF8800) is sitting by the fireplace, watching the fish and occasionally throwing sparks from his fingers at them.

Strong Bad (maloFuerte, #E3170D) and The Cheat (piesAmarillas, #FCD116) are trying to persuade a waitrat to bring them a Europa-pean lobster to go with their drinks.

Obi-Wan (unifyingForce, #ADFF2F) and Hiro (freelanceHacker, #E7C6A5) are out back, working with practice 'sabres.

Jennifer Landers (spatialMartyr, #8F8FBC) has just bodyslid from the swordplay (where Hiro proposed they work with shinai next time, turnabout being fair play) to the fireside.

Ryûk (appleJunkie, #7B3F00) is up in the rafters, watching the humans with the detached amusement that only comes through the vision of a god of death.

* Strong Bad and The Cheat decided not to block Ryûk, at least not until and unless they can get Strong Mad in here. They were pretty much alone in this, though.

[OOC note: One mun, seven pups, taggable face-to-face or on T-minus. Please to be specifying whom you're desirous of.]

Current Mood: miscellaneous
Current Music: Lit, "My Own Worst Enemy"

wurstoftheworst

Two weeks ago, a batch of strangely-colored hot dogs appeared in Milliways.

Some patrons ate them. Others were inexplicably bitten by the strange sausages. Both groups were afflicted by a strange illness, the symptoms of which included an itchy rash, unusual hair growth, and cravings for condiments. The physical effects of this 'infection,' however, were as nothing compared to the mental effects. There is a presence in the minds of the infected, growing in power with each passing day, pushing them to spread the infection.

But today? Today it's different.

The presence now strikes all the infected simultaneously, with the force of a tidal wave. It's all but impossible to resist, and although the message is wordless, its content is clear:

It is time. Claim my territory.

[ooc: And it's Wiener Uprising time! If you're a Minion, attack your fellow patrons; if you're not a Minion, fight back or just cower under a table somewhere. Party-style tagging, threadhopping is encouraged, open until I say it's not. Have fun, kids!]

forgoodorforawesome

It's been about three days since Strong Bad put a particularly potent sausage into his face. He's been spending a lot of the intervening time rubbing Quite Fancy 'Chup and other substances of much ilk on the rashes that broke out on him and his The Cheat.

Now, he's substantially hairier than he's ever before been, and he's... roaming the grounds with a cart?

"Hot dogs! Get'cher hot dogs! Get 'em while they're hot, get 'em while they're dogs!"

And what's that creature prowling through the nearby woods?

Current Mood: contag'ing
Current Music: Anthrax, "Among the Living"

wurstoftheworst

Hot dogs are a traditional summer food in many parts of North America.

Of course, not all of the people in Milliways are from North America. It may not even be summer wherever they come from.

The Landlord, however, seems to be a fan of American summer pastimes, because as patrons enter the bar today, they find a platter of hot dogs, in buns, on each and every table in the Bar. There's even a bottle of mustard and relish next to each platter.

There's no indication of who put them there, and most people know it's not a good idea to eat food in Milliways that's just sitting out. But they smell so good (despite being a slightly off-putting shade of bright red)... what could it hurt, really?

[ooc: Thus begins the Were-Wiener plot! Please read the plot Q&A post for details on how things work, and send

leeshajoy a ping or a PM if you have any questions or concerns. This post is open through the end of the month or until it scrolls off the front page, whichever comes last.]

crabbycustomer

A grey, horned, thirteen year old alien climbs up on the bartop.

"ATTENTION DEGENERATE HUMAN MOUTHBREATHERS AND ASSOCIATED NONHUMAN BAR HANGERS ON LOUNGING AROUND THE VICINITY. I AM NOW YOUR LEADER, IN THE ADMITTEDLY LIMITED SENSE THAT I AM IN CHARGE OF DISPENSING THE LIQUID REFRESHMENT YOU ALL CRAVE. I WILL BE A WRATHFUL AND MERCILESS ALCOHOLIC GOD. YOU WILL ALL ASSEMBLE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION AND YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU GET. REQUESTS WILL BE BENEFICIENTLY CONSIDERED BUT THERE WILL BE NO APPEALS."

In other words, you are limited to what he knows how to make.

"IN ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF MY INFINITE MAGNANIMITY AND IN A FOOLISH, HOPELESS ANTICIPATION THAT YOU MAY COOPERATE, I HAVE ASSEMBLED A FEW RECOMMENDATIONS FOR YOU TO CONSIDER TO STREAMLINE AND SIMPLIFY EVERYONE'S EXPERIENCE. I FULLY EXPECT YOU ALL TO IGNORE ALL INSTRUCTIONS AND SPLIT MY BULGE ALL NIGHT LONG, SO DON'T THINK YOU'RE ON TO ANYTHING NEW BY BEING A STUPID ASSHOLE."

He finds some grey chalk.

FUCK YOU
SHUT THE HELL UP
DIRTY BASTARD

"RELATIONSHIP ADVICE IS ALSO AVAILABLE AS A FREE SERVICE OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY VESTIGIAL ALTRUISM NODE."

This should go well.

forgoodorforawesome

The yellow cheese-rat-dog-thing comes through the door first. The wrestleman can be heard talking to somebody.

"...for Attractive People, Season 2. And not SBCG4AP2 either. It needs to be... are you ready for this? ...Strong Bad's Second Cool Game for Attractive People." Pause. "Okay then, how about Strong Bad's New Cool Game for--? At least let me finish sayin' the freakin' name!" Pause, during which the door opens enough for Strong Bad to look through. "Look, think it over, okay? I'ma go get a cold one."

He then comes through the door and sees the sign. "What the crapping Doctor Christmas? A happy hour that's completely non-alcoholic? Can I get some jumbo shrimp with that?" He notices the odd accessory his sidepetkick seems to have acquired. "Hey, The Cheat, where'd you get a hat like that?"

(The Cheat noises.)

"Well, you might wanna put up a note. Maybe a pixie lost it or somethin'."

[OOC: One mun, two pups, both eminently taggable.]

Current Mood: tired

md_donighal

"Well, now. This is a familiar sight still."

The red-haired human-plus who walks into the bar and up to the Bar receives two notes with his glass of Ogden's. The first reminds him of his own failures and prompts him to write a ( reply. )

He then asks whom she has told and gets the list. Some of the names he recognizes from the bar, others from their own contexts. He compares the list with his own friends and asks Bar to pass it on to ( Hagrid, Knox, Moiraine, Hiro, Raph, She-Hulk, Strong Bad and The Cheat, Tom, Cordelia, Andrew and YT. )

The second note, by contrast, just taps gently on his curiosity bump. He's not sure how much he can do, but what he can, he will, and for what he can't, he has someone in mind to help, so keeps the note to show that person. With that in mind, he seeks out an Alyx.

Current Music: AKG, "After Dark" (a relentless earworm)

forgoodorforawesome

"What?" says the wrestleman when he gets a napkin instead of the One he ordered. "I'm supposed to what? Aw, man..." Nonetheless, he and his henchpet take up positions back of the bar, and he modifies the specials board accordingly.

Greetings, party people in the place to be!
Your bartender for the evening is Strong Bad,
ably assisted by his The Cheat!

Tonight's specials honor the things he has been described as:
cool (Cool Kid),
awesome (Hot Damn),
hot (Hot Pants),
video games (Mind Game),
the hottest (Hot José),
and real real hot (Hot Spot).

Also, Cold Ones, Cool Ones, and chilled ones of other brands are one-half off, and ones at room temperature or above are one-quarter off.

After brief negotiations, he adds:

And furthermore,
Makeouts for the ladies: 50¢/minute
High-fives for the dudes: 50¢

"Step on up, folks!"

[Tag of diggy tininess: Annabelle Newfield]

[OOC: And, after only four hours, the mun proves to be a lightweight who must call it a night. Closed to new threads, but existing ones — yes, that includes Annabelle — will be picked up on the morrow.]

Current Mood: ready
Current Music: Survivor, "Eye of the Tiger"

ilko_skevuld

o/` The Cheat, where you goin' to?
And once you get there, whatchu think you gonna do?
Gettin' yourself back into the habit
Of goin' to Milliways
Comin' face-to-face with an angry red rabbit
Gonna be one'a those days... o/`

"YAAAAAGH!"

So there's a The Cheat being chased in circles by a demon bunny. Because somebody demunded it.

[Big robot, tiny tag: D0G
Tiny fiery tag: hilariously doomed demon bunny #273]

Current Mood: frazzled
Current Music: "Where U Goin' 2?"

forgoodorforawesome

o/` Hello, email, my old friend
Strong Bad's checkin' you again... o/`

]strongbad_email.exe Dear Strong Bad, Why come you and The Cheat never go in Milliways anymore? Are you too famous, or just too busy? Mournfully munful, Austin Chambersburg, PA

Make up your mournful mind, mister! Are you in Austin, Tejas, or this Chambersburg place?

But anyways, nobody's too busy or too famous for that place. We just haven't had a good enough reason lately.

Guess who's inna bar that hasn't been in a while? And one of them's even singing.

"o/` Sweet, sweet The Cheat
Today is the date on your fake ID
Let's get to Milliways
And have us a party! o/`"

How's that for an entry post? And who knows? Maybe Diggy and that not-his-girlfriend of his will show up, or the old guy Jedi, or Samurai Hacker. Remember, a better Milliways depends on YOU!

Sbemailiarized Entertainment™ © ® LLC,,. LJ.

[One mun, at least two pups. Requests for the other four cheerfully taken.

Tags that have to be's tiny: Annabelle Newfield, Jennifer Landers]

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Bubs, put down the keytar and back away from it slowly.

heyfootballhead.livejournal.com

Today when the door opens, Arnold sticks his head in and then quickly withdraws, returning a few minutes later with a long package in his arms.

He sets the box down on a table and scurries over to the bar, where he asks for (and receives) a piece of paper and a pencil. He leaves a note for Bella:

( Letter writing 101 )

Then he returns to his table and pulls a harmonica out of his pocket. He'll be humming and shining it for, oh, quite a while. What's he humming? Something jazzy, of course.

[Tiny musical tag: Hey!Arnold, Bella Moriarty]

[Car keys bait for Jack the Green and The Cheat, and a note for Bella Moriarty. Open to the public and for pretty much ever :D]

dardan-prince.livejournal.com

It's gotten a little cold outside for his idyllic life of camping and fishing, so Aeneas is indoors tonight, seated by the fire with a mug of hot cider and carving a bit of wood for the sake of having something to do.

He is carving a small wooden soldier, this time. Boats are easier to carve, but he is in the mood for something more challenging, and has a lot of time to fill.

He wouldn't mind a bit of company.

[tiny tags: aeneas]

forgoodorforawesome

And we got two outta three OPKs again. Still no Strong Mad, though, so if you wanna get up in their grill, there's not a lot of stopping you.

[Especially welcome, of course, are Juliet Burke, Ravin Lichvell, Cardea and Will Scarlett.]

Current Mood: taggable
Current Music: ABC, "Be Near Me"

forgoodorforawesome

Two outta three On Point Kings surveyed recommend Milliways for their patients who chew gum. (The third shouted "I'M THE FLAVOR FIEND!" and attempted to eat the surveyer's clipboard.)

Anyways, they're here to belatedly celebrate the sabotate... um, sabotage of the Hremails. Much to their surprise, instead of Strong Bad's requested Swiss cake roll, they get complimentary The Cheatcakes with the message 4#2 on.

"So you're in the Mystery Number Club too, The Cheat? Same as me'n'Diggy? Did you get one'a thems last year and I just didn't notice?"

The Cheat makes a neutral "Meh" noise, waggles a paw noncommittally and shuffles his sclipulae.

[Tag that be's tiny: Teddy Altman]

Current Mood: chillaxin'

forgoodorforawesome

The dulcet strains of "Trudgemank"> accompany the multi-purpose criminal element into the bar. (Well, the two-thirds of it that come here, anyway.)

A blue drink and a cold one, paid for by the fees incoming from officially licensed unlicensed sellers of Strong Bad and The Cheat knock-offs, and from Harmless Junk, Inc., of the ATL, the only licensed licensed seller. Two Swiss cake rolls, one with a 4 candle and the other with a 1, with a # candle ("Do they make those?") between them.

Happy Milliversary, Strong Bad. Got you on my mind.
So go ahead and install the SBCG4AP demo. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, Loomis.

Current Mood: celebratory
Current Music: Mixing rap and heavy metal, like the early nineties.

mendanddefend_archive

Bob hasn't been around in a while. Let's rectify that, shall we?

Anyone walking from the Front Door to the Bar will pass by a blue-skinned man with a plate of chips in front of him and a README file in hand.

Anyone who happens to glance at said file over his shoulder will find it to be the sprite equivalent of What To Expect When You're Expecting.

...hey, come on, they don't have anything comparable to 'What to expect when your wife is expecting.' He had to make do.

[ooc: As always, open for tags until it disappears from the front page.]

Current Mood: contemplative

mendanddefend_archive

After the stress of the past month and the hoopla of the past few days, Bob and Dot both agreed that they wanted to keep things simple for the Milliways reception. No fancy decorations, no elaborate catered meal--just a friendly backyard barbecue.

Thus, there are a number of picnic tables set out between the back door and the lake. On the closest table, marked with a single cluster of balloons, there's a album full of JPEGs from the wedding, and a guestbook for today's guests to sign. The furthest table is laden with a large, but not extravagant, assortment of picnic foods for both sprites and humans. Next to that table is... well. They allowed for some extravagance, at least.

A VidWindow hovering at the nearer end of the arrangement reads:

Celebrating the Marriage of
BOB AND DOT MATRIX
Come One, Come All
[ooc: This thread will remain open for tags through Friday, May 23. Threadhopping is encouraged. Enjoy!]