milliways_bar | Entries tagged with unicron

There's a purple and white robot beast in the bar tonight, moving around the edges and occasionally weaving between patron and furniture.

Unicron.

And if it looks like Unicron is circling the bar like a shark scenting for prey, that's because he is.

Prowl around long enough like the eldritch abomination you are, and someone's gonna jump sometime.

Oh boy, does he hope someone will jump.

And then...

And then the fun can begin.

Current Mood: hungry

chocolate_reign

There is a sandwich on the bar. It's a perfectly nice sandwich with the distinctive aroma of grilled swiss cheese wafting from its crisp surface. Or perhaps, now that you get a better whiff, that smells more like raspberry jam. Perhaps it's calla lily with mustard. Perhaps it's yours. All of which show an awfully limited view of things. Because whatever you happen to think the sandwich is at this precise moment does not negate the fact that it also happens to be a doorway. Two sets of mismatched talons emerge from within the sandwich to part the bread, admitting... something.

Something tall and sinuous. Something vaguely draconic. Something regards its new surroundings with mad, yellow eyes.

"Well, finally!" proclaims the odd being, floating lazily in to the air and peering around with interest. "So this is Milliways."

el_enmascarado_de_plata

There have been some interesting things going on in Mexico City lately. The country's currency only just restabilized after he and Jorge Rubio managed to stop that counterfeiting ring, and now there's reports coming in from several of Santo's scientific friends of a mysterious set of rockets headed for the Moon, none of which are claimed by either the United States or the Russians-

Oh. Milliways.

Well, Santo needed a break anyway. Time to put on his Security badge and do a shift; people need to see the mask every once in a while.

el_enmascarado_de_plata

The door flies open and Santo barrels through, shoulder first. This makes a tremendous noise when the wrestler hits the floor.

Well, these things happen.

he gets to his feet, shakes his head, and tries the door briefly; it doesn't open. "Señora Bar?" he says. "Is this your way of saying it's been too long since I stood a Security shift?"

The Bar, of course, says nothing in response. But there is smugness in the air.

"Very well. I will do my duty, but then I have work to get back to," says Santo. He produces his Security badge, please don't ask from where, and fastens it to the harness that holds his cape to his shoulders.

Because really, what says 'don't try breaking the rules' quite like a large Mexican in a silver spandex mask, spangly cape, and silver spandex pants?

thechaosbringer

[OOM: Unicron has left the building.

For now.

Millitimed to .... whenever. :3]

howarewefortime

In the beginning, it was a nice day.

This is a word which here means 'pleasing', 'agreeable', or 'delightful', so it may come as a surprise to you, dear reader, to hear the day described as such, given the situation in Milliways these past two weeks. But then, 'nice' is such a relative term, don't you agree? And certainly it would be difficult for things to get much worse.

So it is: the unnatural winter outside seems a touch less chilling today, and the blood-red sky perhaps a shade less bloody, reflecting pinkly off the glittering frost and the shallow snowbanks. The general atmosphere inside the bar is a little less oppressive - a mood helped, no doubt, by the fact that this morning, Bar got almost every coffee order right. Even the Observation Window seems to be creaking a tad less oppressively.

Maybe, just maybe, everything's going to work out okay.

[OOC: Millitimed to Thursday.]

iambetadraconis

What with the Bar at the End of the Universe in a state of chaos, it stands to reason that a certain bringer of chaos would find the atmosphere most pleasing and conducive to being ... pushed along a little.

Which he can do while he's snacking on the other side of the Observation Window. Doom bots are remarkable multitaskers.

So let's see what happens.

Meanwhile, out back, or maybe it was slightly before, Rabastan was enjoying flying the Lunar skies as an eagle. Spotting a large cloud he decided to dive in and have a little fun in the process. And it was, until the cloud got strangely cold—real cold.

It's not supposed to be this chilly.

But that was before the bigger surprise he was about to encounter as he exited the cloud. A hundred yards in front of him, a large rock the size of a smart car was floating in front of him.

"Ohshit!"

Hard right! Hard right!

No good. There were dozens of these rocks. Maybe hundreds. All about the same size and all floating high above the treeline and providing an unexpected obstacle course for the not!bird.

Deciding not to attempt any further flight Rabastan settles himself on one of the rocks. Which, unbeknownst to him, are in actuality asteroids.

He wonders why the sky he can see through the clouds is red. He wonders why it's so damn cold. He wonders where these strange rocks came from. He wonders where one of the mountains has gotten off to. He doesn't notice that one of the clouds is obscuring a large hole in the sky.

This is too much for him. He's going inside where he hopes things are somewhat more normal [ha ha!] and warmer, and where he can get some answers.

[For those playing along, Unicron's snacking has caused a large, deep hole to appear in the sky. This is how the asteroids have gotten through. However, at the other end of the hole an asteroid too large to fit through has become a merciful plug to the hole [If you look carefully, you can see the asteroid in question]. As for the missing mountain? It'll be replaced in a day or so. Have fun!]

action_rad

[OOM: "It's always the quiet ones who are stranger than fiction..."]

Current Mood: working

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

Cubefall is over. Sari is human again. And she's fine with that. Sure, robots may be stronger, faster, and have cool powers, but squishies are much better able to appreciate a good vanilla milkshake, as she's doing now.

Botherable.

[tinytag: Sari Sumdac, Tasselhoff Burrfoot]

Current Mood: thirsty

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

A very unusual energy source has just entered the Bar. It's contained in a very small space, but the amount of power there is phenomenal. Power to create, or to destroy, or just to change.

The skinny, pigtailed Indian girl who happens to be carrying said energy source on a lanyard around her neck is insignificant by comparison. Don't tell her that, though.

The little girl looks around with a mixture of bewilderment and suspicion. "What's a bar doin' in the middle of my dad's old factory?"

[tinytag: Sari Sumdac, Tasseloff Burrfoot, Yuuno Scrya]

thechaosbringer

You haven't seen the Nullspark in the bar for a while now.

This is a good thing for the bar, and a bad thing for wherever he happened to be during this time.

Some realities have bit it and are now one with the void.

But Milliways is persistent and won't be biting it any time soon.

Unicron is not actually sorry about that fact, either. There's a nice refuelling station just outside the window he just passed through.

With the same body he fought another patron with, this time.

~~It works, since those are the only icons I can access right now.~~

He's practically all fangs and knives.

Oh, goody. Today he's a walking salad maker, but don't say that to him.

mendanddefend_archive

Bob's been coming to Milliways for almost two full years now, but the landscape behind the Bar still fascinates him, particularly during the turning of the seasons. He's flying in a lazy circuit around the lake, as close to the treetops as he can manage without getting snagged on the branches.

Fall colors are neat.

Current Mood: pensive

thechaosbringer

Oh, look. There he is. The doom-bot.

Thought he'd left for good when you didn't see him lurking for the last couple of months?

Oh, sorry to disappoint.

Well, we can hope he'll still be civilised. In the bar. Enough. Maybe.

We're no more confident about that than you are...

Current Mood: bitchy

destroy_restart

There is a tarot card by the bar, smoking a cigar and drinking scotch.

Seeing all the little people bustle about their business like ants is always such fun!

[[OOC: If your characters haven't met Tower before, please DO read his user info before tagging! Thanks!]]

acts_of_gord

[OOM: The possible fate of those left behind is preying on Gordon's mind.]

If Gordon is a little paler, a little shakier, than usual as he comes down the stairs tonight, he's got good reason. Not that he intends to share it with anyone; he's just got a reason.

He'll be trying very, very hard to forget about it by working on the weapons he promised Fury. This probably won't work. But it's nice that he thinks it'll make a difference.

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

no-tactdiplomat.livejournal.com

Ratchet's at one of the tables at Milliways tinkering with...something. We're really not sure what, but his right hand is in tool mode and he's certainly going at it.

Perfectly pokable.

[Ratchet]

mendanddefend_archive

Here, have a Bob. He's seated on a couch by the fireplace, with a small stack of README files on the cushion next to him.

The pile consists of roughly 10% bulletins from the Supercomputer, 20% reports from the CPU on the Neo-Viral 'menace,' and 70% files on sprite pregnancy and parenting.

Guess which one he's reading right now.

[ooc: This is the last time Bob will be in for a while, so this EP is open for tags until it scrolls off the front page.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

acts_of_gord

There's a headcrab in the Bar. A goddamn headcrab. And apparently the rules, such as they are, protect the stinking parasite.

This place is insane.

Unfortunately, there's nobody to petition for revocation of the rules in favor of a couple of minutes' worth of sanity, so Gordon pretty much has to fume in silence over the thing's arrival. Fortunately, he's good at turning fuming to useful purposes. That suction cup dart gun he was fooling with the other day gave him some ideas, so he acquired a larger one yesterday and started modifying it in earnest. By this point it needs two hands to shoot, but its range is significantly longer, and its accuracy- well, its accuracy remains to be tested. He's still working on it at the well-lighted table with no overhead rafters and a wall at his back, and he's wearing the HEV suit as he does so. (And cursing the fact that he lost his helmet at Black Mesa, but what can you do.)

[tinytag: Gordon Freeman]

thechaosbringer

Oh now you didn't think he wasn't going to show up today, at a time like this? For an event like this?

You really didn't think he was going to abstain from coming here? During Cubefall of all holidays?

Looks like you're wrong.

Every parade has a rain shower, and this one's a category five hundred hurricane.

Uhm. Metaphorically-speaking. Of course.

We're not bringing in any literal hurricanes into the bar you know. That'd ruin a lot more than just the festivities.

But.

Oh. Heh.

He's over in the Darkened Corner™, so if you don't want him hurricane-ing on your Cubefall parade, you'd best avoid the area.

Unless... You're actually insane enough to venture there?

[Mini Tag: Cubefall.]

Current Mood: pissed off
Current Music: Possibly gouging the wood off the table.

thechaosbringer

No little girls about. Therefore, no screaming going on to alert security.

It's one of those plus-minus things you're not sure is good or bad, but, moving on.

Chaos Bringer in the bar.

He's back and he's still bad.

Bring on the brave, the foolish, and the intellectually-challenged.

[Mini Tags: GLaDOS, Todd the Wraith, Demyx]

Current Mood: indescribable

i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com

There are quite a number of brightly colored plastic things all over the floor in Milliways. We're talking, easily thirty of each four types of manipulatives.

All

Over

The

Floor

You have not even SEEN a mess before you have seen the way a toddler can mess up a room with a bunch of tiny plastic toys. As for the toddler in question, she is planted somewhere in the middle of the mess, playing with the toys. She is still wearing the shirt with names all over it (BOO! being the prominent one) and the house shoes that jingle and sing. Every once in awhile she'll wiggle her feet and either jinglejingle or "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands" can be heard. And next to her is a pink adult sized throw made out of what is possibly the softest material ever.

Oh the fun she's having.

[[OOC: Open till whenever!]]

thechaosbringer

Had he been around for it, he might have approved of April Fool's Day.

April Fool's, as Milliways knows it, has all the beginnings of Ultimate Chaotic Evil.

Properly guided, it would be, too.

Too bad. It would've been spectacular.

Spectacularly scarring. For the surviving participants in Unicron's version.

Next year then.

Next year.

Which is like, his version of "next minute".

Speaking of minutes, here he is. In the bar. This minute.

Uhm. Yay?

mendanddefend_archive

A Guardian's function is to repair instabilities that crop up in the system, and to defend against any enemies that might threaten the system's stability. In an ideal world, neither one will happen very often; thus, system Guardians often encounter long stretches of time in which they have nothing whatsoever to do.

Thus, unlike many programs, they have time to develop hobbies. Like playing music, for example.

All of which is a long-winded way of saying that Bob is slouched on a couch by the fireplace, noodling away on an acoustic guitar. Got any requests?

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: Keller Williams - "Dear Emily"

garbage-boy.livejournal.com

Today, there is a young man of the tall, gawkish variety on a couch... staring at a wall.

The wall happens to be totally blank and nondescript. It's only in Milliways that the anxious stare he's giving it makes sense in light of this.

Which is probably the least productive most futile thing he can possibly do about it, but what if the door comes back when he's not paying attention?

Of course, if it did he wouldn't know, because he wouldn't be paying attention. But that's not really the point.

thechaosbringer

Everyone so far has been hit by the latest offering of Bar Madness™.

Everyone's been Bar'd. Again.

Everyone?

No not everyone.

Oh no.

Unicron has not been affected, and the reason is simple.

He's a bloody cheater.

And cheaters don't make it a point to cooperate.

Nuh-uh.

This one has almost made it his mission statement to NOT cooperate. Unless it benefits him.

And why the hell would he want to cooperate with something that makes the bar even more primitive than it already is?

While everyone else is steampunked [steampunk'd?], he'll just watch and sneer.

If it's all the same to you.