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Apr. 2nd, 2014 11:05 pm
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[ OOM:

 

 
 
 

Warnings for language. ]
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As much as he tried to convince himself that he wasn't getting sick, Tommy wasn't immune to that weird flu that's been going around after all.

Because now his name isn't Tommy. It's Wayne.

And after several days of not shaving in his flu-ridden delirium, he decided to give himself a mustache.

"Aw, c'mon, Miss Bar," he says, his usually rapid New York City bark replaced with a slow, Midwestern drawl. "You can't deny a fella just one sip of whiskey, now can you?"

A napkin appears. Yes, she can. Because of reasons.

Wayne sighs. Deeply, and sadly. Almost depressive, defeated. His shoulders hunched over, he slouches on a bar stool and lights a cigarette with tremulous fingers.

And yes, he's wearing a straw cowboy hat.



[OOC: Probably one of the last victims of the IMDb flu! Tommy is now Wayne from a movie called Jesus' Son.]
ikissdhimbck: (Sunset over Desert Sage)
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The door opens to a golden sky, so thick with dust it looks like orange meringue.

The soft chnk of spurs precedes the cowgirl, collar turned up and hat low over her eyes. Once the door closes, she tips her hat back and takes a look around. And smiles.

As soon as she settles at the Bar, she's presented with gift after gift after gift after gift, along with a plate of Solstice sweets and a few gingerbread ... robots? She eyes everything with delight, surprised when she realizes how much time has passed. She wasn't expecting she'd be gone so long. She best start on the thank-you notes straight away.

But first, she does happen to have a few gifts of her own. She unshoulders her bag and leaves the tardy presents with Miss Bar. For Dr. Lecter, The Sandhu Family, Tommy Gavin, John Marston, The Waco Kid, Elrond, Remy, Ellen, Dixie, Clementine, Enzo & Dani, Pyrrha, Teja, Ratonhnhaké:ton, William Evans, etc. )

That done, she settles down to write her thank-yous, occasionally admiring the clay cat and pondering a name change to 'Queen of the Bandits'. No doubt she'll soon break into the sweets, though there's far too much to eat in one sitting. It's a good turn of luck that she feels inspired to share.


[ooc: I've missed all of the fun! Feel free to catch me up and link me to anything you'd like to have tagged, I'm happy to bounce around and see all of the shenanigans. ^__^ This is open throughout the weekend and perhaps longer. Hello again.]
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 photo flirtit_zps810a6450.jpg She isn't feeling much better today, but Edith is at least more comfortable in her own skin. No more rough jeans and garish t-shirts. She's in a curve-hugging turquoise number - the bright color appeals to her on all fronts - with a neckline plunging down to there and a side slit up nearly as far, with daring high heels adorning her feet.

Lady Edith Greensly sits at the bar, legs crossed, sipping tea and reading the latest financial forecast from The Wall Street Times.
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January in Milliways for Tommy was pretty much non-existent. Aside from popping in for a smoke break, getting coffee to-go, or picking up surprise gifts (homemade cookies from Clementine which he generously and anonymously left on the firehouse kitchen table; peach-flavored lollipops from Pinkie Pie; and a thing that will not be named from the Waco Kid), he hasn't been here much.

And since Kate's been away in Texas since Christmas, he doesn't find much reason to hang around too long, either. If there's no note from her at the bar saying she's returned, he's not going to stay and sulk. Being at work provides a better distraction anyway.

But according to the calendar here, it's already been a month, and he's getting a little impatient. Patience has always been a virtue he never got the hang of. (Well. Along with the other virtues, of course.)

Anyway, Tommy's sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee, a cigarette, and a newspaper.

He hasn't noticed the sign.


[OOC: Tommy isn't infected with the IMDb flu yet, but feel freel to sneeze or cough on him/near him if your pup has it.]
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[OOMs:

After the kid plot:


When I was young
I didn't know if I was better off asleep or up
Now I've grown up
I wonder what was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?



A few days later, Tommy and Kate leave for New York:



Come on-a my house, my house,
I'm-a gonna give you candy.
Come on-a my house, my house,
I'm-a gonna give you everything.


Some super milli-timing to the end of October here. First part of several OOMs. Tommy and Kate work out what happened during the kid plot (small warnings for serious business discussion at the end), then head to New York for Halloween (slightly NSFW at the end).]

ikissdhimbck: (Milliways Cowboy)
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Well, that happened.

It's a strange turn of events being a child again for seven days. On the one hand, it's nice reliving a time when everything felt good and one could walk around with far less walls; on the other, it's like an out of body experience. It took some time to remember everything, and a little help from Tommy, but she's got enough of the pieces now to sit and write a few notes of apology. Most of them sound a little like this:

    To the Owners of the Tree Fort,
       I would like to sincerely apologize
    for hijacking your estate for use as
    a hideout, during which time criminal
    activity occurred. I will gladly pay
    for any damages.
       Faithfully,
       Katherine Barlow

Other notes go to the library staff, kitchen staff, and Miss Bar herself. It doesn't hurt to be extra polite after such an embarrassing experience.

When she's done, she sits and sips at a bourbon. It's growing ever nearer All Hallows' Eve. The anxiety she was feeling before getting turned into a child has only returned tenfold, not least because of the oddities that have continued to happen around the bar. Tommy's a good man, and more considerate than she gives him credit for; he's invited her to come to New York for the holiday, and — she's decided to take him up on it.

Before those awful dreams start up again.

As she waits for him to turn up, she orders another bourbon. Entirely botherable.


[ooc: Taking slight advantage of Millitime and saying this happens before any Conversations with Dead People shenanigans; some links are locked & in progress; any warnings should be attached to the relevant link. Open forever! ^^;]
ikissdhimbck: (Kate Young and victorious)
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Anyone in the main barroom or out by the lake today will be treated to an odd sight. Dozens of girls, shouting, squealing, running through the backdoor and across the lawn, arms laden with all manner of treats — and one boy, tied up, pulled along with them.

The gang makes their way to the forest, where a tree fort rises above the ground. It's quite a fancy fort, equipped with slingshots, water balloon launchers, and other weaponry and defenses. The interior paneling has some Cybertronian script on it. There's a tire swing outside fashioned from a tractor tire, a crow's nest, and the entrance may be had by ladder, drawbridge, or manual elevator. Inside there are comics, pudding snacks, and the sort of things you'd expect to see in a tree house. It was clearly designed by somebody who really loved their gadgets, and knew what they were doing.

Kate and Natasha have seized the property. Being outlaws in need of a hideout, and all.

"This way!"

Natasha is already inside, leaving all entrances open to the returning posse and offering cover from anyone who might be following. Once the snacks are secured and the prisoner is dealt with, everyone can breathe a huge sigh of relief.

And enjoy the fruits of their labor.


[ooc: give us one minute to set up some thread headings before tagging We're open for business! This post is wide, wide open to everyone — boy, girl, adult, child, animal, mineral, etc. The girls will be inside the tree fort, but it's completely visible from the ground for any who want to stop by and see what's going on, or sneak their way in. ^__^

tiny!tag: age spell plot]
ikissdhimbck: (Kate Young and victorious)
[personal profile] ikissdhimbck
[Earlier...


I needed money ice cream 'cause I
had none
I fought the law and the
kids won
I fought the law and the
kids won



Warnings for mild language, because some ~boy~ has a potty mouth. ^__~ Many thanks to all participants, particularly Ashie, who battled through illness to be such a big part of such a fun plot. You are all wonderful. Party post forthcoming.]



tiny!tag: age spell plot
damncompass: smiling ([Tiny] fuck yeah)
[personal profile] damncompass
Joshua has been doing what any twelve-year-old boy in an interdimensional space would do. Eating way too much, not showering enough, and building himself a fort of science fiction novels, potato chip bags, Lego pieces, and scientific texts in a corner of the bar. He hasn't realized that he could get a room, mostly running on caffiene, sugar, and adrenaline from the adventure of it all.

Now, however, he's liberated a notebook from Bar and is making some sketches in it, mostly about the mechanics of the Lego catapult in front of him. There are a few crude mathematical formulas in the margins, copied from a physics textbook beside him.

He's mumbling to himself, and trying to mentally guess how far up the rafters are.

[Tiny Tag: Age Spell Plot]

[ooc: All threads are assumed to be before Claudia's thread, thanks! ETA!: Threads on pause until tomorrow, but post is still open!]
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The kid hiding under the table in one of the booths? That would be Harper, who got hit shockwave. If he is seen then he's now a very scrawny, small for his age which now would be ten years old. He just happens to look younger. That would be as a result of growing up on Earth under Nietzschean rule with Magog raids happening as if the former wasn't sufficient. (Still as an adult through everything he's had happen and been witness to he doesn't like bad things being said about his home planet.)

Harper is currently much happier under the table, he has a data pad to play with but now and then he stops to peer out and watch who's going past before ducking back if needed. Old habits after all.

((Harper comes with a little warning, he didn't have the best of childhoods so there may be some triggery content if he talks about it.

tiny!tag: age spell plot))
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It had been a while on the other side of the door. The hot summers of Georgia were something Daryl was used to and he was used to the walkers outside the prison gates. They had a new challenge with the Woodbury survivors though so he had his hands full. He knew he could come back, though. He had promised Bar that he would bartend again and here he was. He nodded and said, "Hullo, Bar." He patted her surface lightly and smirked. He scribbled on the chalkboard some specials:

Today's Drink Specials
Gunfire
Georgia Peach
Hot Georgia Peach
Long Summer Night

He smirked as he finished and set a crude sign out. Bartending is now OPEN.
ikissdhimbck: (Kate Young and tough Full of fire)
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It had been a quiet day for Kate when the loud BWA-BOOOOOOOM shook the bar. She'd just settled down after her nightly chores in the stables, easing the tension out of her back in an armchair by the fire, sipping on a hot tea with bourbon in.

(It's getting close to All Hallows' Eve, and that's making her anxious.)

However, she didn't have all that long to think about the approaching holiday before she was seeing the room from an even lower vantage point, face scrunched in distaste at the liquor on her tongue. She blinked at the teacup and quickly set it down, jumped to her feet, and looked around the strange room.

" ... Daddy?"

Kate Barlow, aged twelve, was off in search of her father.

What she found instead were the libraries.


Now, far calmer, a young Kate sits amid a pile of books, occasionally sweeping cautious glances around the room. She's finding the words of Jules Verne to be a comfort at present. Clearly she slipped and bumped her head during chores, or stumbled onto a glorious vessel somewhere in deep space. She isn't quite sure what to make of it right now, but anywhere with an endless supply of science fiction can't be all that bad.


[ooc: open forever! you may find Kate in the library or the main bar. if your character wants to be in on a heist, they can take this opportunity to meet Kate. the actual heist will happen in a later post, so it's not required you tag this one (I'll update all interested parties once it's all in place). if you'd like me to send Kate round to one of your posts, just let me know!

tiny!tag: age spell plot]
aaaaaaaagh_sky: (wut?)
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Ellen will never know how narrowly she and Dogmeat escaped the magic wave the other night. All she knows is that the Bar is full of kids.

She's just... gonna see about making sure all her gear is in good shape, in case whatever happened messed with it. And keep an eye out for people with answers.
gavin62truck: (tiny Tommy)
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The shockwave is strong enough to knock the cigarette from Tommy's mouth--


Which is just as well, because suddenly Tommy is now only ten years old. (And it'll be at least three years before he picks up the habit, so there.)

With no memory of where he is and how he got here or what that pinkish purplish light was all about, he stares at his surroundings in confusion. Tall for his age, tow-headed, and a bit gangly, the boy's eyes are still as sharp and icy-blue as they were when he was over forty.

"What the fuck?"

Hey, there doesn't seem to be any parents around, so he can cuss all he wants.


[tiny tag: age spell plot]
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Finally, after about a year at this, his knitting is finally showing some progress.

He can do several rows now and not drop a stitch, and the end product is more straight than crooked.

This makes him feel good. Because Octobers don't make him feel good.

Last year was just an extra reason why.

Alas, he can't stay pleased for long, because some people just have to have magical duels inside a bar.

Where there are other patrons.

Siiiiighh

Eight-year-old hands are just not that good for adult knitting needles.



Meanwhile, Scootaloo doesn't get time enough to close the door behind her when she finds herself caught in a magical ground zero.


..........


..............


??????????????


"What just happened?"

Pause. Hey. Her voice sounds funny now. And everything around her is suddenly smaller.

"What just happened?!"



And finally, to complete the silliness, and because we just can't resist, we have a miniaturised Matrix, who is clearly Not In A Good Mood.


[Age plot.]
[Edited to add.]
ikissdhimbck: (Intimate Joy)
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[Upstairs:



Life's as good as it gets
When there's no regrets
Oh, no regrets




Dinner, a little light reading, and getting a few worries out of the way in time for silliness and laughter. Warnings for ridiculousness, schmoop, and terrible warfare. Millitimed to some point prior to Tommy's fight with Voodoo.]

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It's wet and cold and damp out, because it's essentially Scotland in early September out there. Shephard is fine with this. Not like the weather in White Sulfur Springs is much better. Might as well take the opportunity to get some exercise in for both himself and the dogs. Running, mostly; the pushups and weights and the like are done long before dawn, since they're best handled alone and the houndeyes are mostly diurnal anyway.

(Although once in a while he does do a round of pushups with one or more of the dogs balancing precariously on his back. Just not today.)

If anyone wants him, he's the lone figure with the rucksack full of rocks running around the lake with a whole flock of blue-striped three-legged essentially headless alien eyeball dogs bounding along the trail behind him. He'll come in eventually and get breakfast, but he's got a couple miles to put in first, so catch him where you think is most likely.