milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ursula

A new door opens. The room on the opposite side glows faintly, and the person who steps through looks only mostly (but not really not quite) like a normal human woman. She is very tall, and her skin is very white; pearlescent, one might say. And look, she has a pearl: a big one, set in the very center of her forehead, not affixed by any visible means. Still, hardly strange enough to attract comment in a place like this.

But of course, she doesn't know that about this place yet. Or that she's in any place except where she expected to be. Though that one, at least, it doesn't take long to figure out.

"Hang on," she says when she sees the room. She backs out, shuts the door, then opens it. "What?!"

She tries a few more times. Out, in. Out, in. outinoutinoutinoutin--

"This isn't where that door is meant to go!" she cries.

[ooc: here's pearl from steven universe. she is (at least for now) from early in S1, but could potentially reveal backstory spoilers (but can just as easily avoid them if you want!).]

fieryface

Jamie has found a book. It's an old-fashioned book by the standards of most here-- printed in the 18th century-- but this being Milliways, it looks as new as the day it was first sold.

Inside is poetry.

Jamie reads it with a faint furrow in his brow, but whether that is due to confusion or dislike of the subject matter or from something else altogether, he is also quite absorbed by it, hardly looks up or seems to notice anything that is taking place around him.

O busy ghost, ay flickering to and fro,
That never art in quiet or in rest,
Til thou come to that place that thou came from,
Which is thy first and very proper rest...

[ooc: gonna be in and out, but I'm traveling and have some time to kill!]

runningred

On the warm sands of the Caribbean inlet, there’s music, fire, food and fun. Come down and play.

{Open all through the weekend and beyond. Starting early to give everyone time to join in. Party rules – thread hop, start your own adventures, and enjoy!}

hangingoutwithcrows

Huzzah, hurray! It's not raining on the day of the yard sale. Flea market. Rummage. Whatever you want to call it! Event where you can sell stuff and buy stuff and generally wander around poking at things.

So Ursula has hung up more signs, directing people to a big grassy area, where she's begun setting up blankets and tables. Come on down!

((Yard sale! Party-style rules apply: thread-hopping encouraged, open indefinitely, make your own fun. I'll set up some organizational threads below.))

i_am_your_host

The door opens.

And a heavy, medium-sized box is shoved through.

And then another one right behind it, pushing it further in.

And then a traveling trunk with a Victrola phonograph on top of it.

Huffing and puffing, Emcee scoots in around the boxes and the trunk and shuts the door. He sits down on the trunk to catch his breath.

He'd seen the sign about the rummage sale and wanted to get a head start on clearing out his flat and his friends' flats. Whatever they couldn't take with them on their impending journey, they had to sell. Emcee offered to take some of their things to either donate or get a better price for, so he ended up with all this stuff.

But he's keeping his Victrola.

This is happening. Emcee is really leaving Berlin.

cutting_edge_physics

The front door opens, allowing in some crisp leaves (and some not-so-crisp escaped napkins from the hot dog guy down the street), as well as one experimental physicist/engineer. Now, see, she was going to take apart this toaster she found in a dumpster back at the Firehouse, but here will work just fine too, and she bets she can get, like, all of the Pringles here.

The best plans are the ones that are adaptable, after all.

So, engineer, with toaster (and her conveniently portable toolkit), headed for the Bar.

hangingoutwithcrows

So Ursula has made some observations. One: that time at home and time at Milliways seem to be reasonably well synchronized at the moment, so a certain degree of planning is possible. Two: that she has a bunch of random junk in her cabin that she should probably clear out. .....Three: that she really likes random junk, dammit, and she'll probably just come home with new and exciting and different random junk and that's okay.

So Ursula arrives in Milliways with a large sign that she posts on the message board.

MILLIWAYS RUMMAGE SALE

Do you have something to sell? Do you like finding amazing treasures? Want to make some money, and/or spend some money?

Let's have a sale! First week of October, bring your stuff! Signing up below would help, but is not required. Contact Ursula with any questions.

The sign has space for names...and a lot of sketches of crows hopping all around the edges of the paper. They're finding yard sale treasures. One of them has a tiny toy dinosaur. And Ursula has a pack of sticky-notes (so cool! why don't they have them where she comes from?) and periodically pops up from her seat at the bar to add more.

((Yard sale, as discussed here and here! I will put up a post on Monday, 10/3, and it will be open indefinitely. Party rules will apply--thread-hopping and all that good stuff. Sign up if you want, but last-minute arrivals are A-Okay.))

hangingoutwithcrows

It's turning over into autumn in Ursula's woods. Not quite yet time for big splashes of color among the trees, but the end-of-summer flowers are blooming and the nights are getting cold. Time to be stocking up on firewood and canned food, time to pull blankets and woolens out of the cedar chest.

Aaaand it's the time of year when nights are cold but days might suddenly veer into full summer heat, dammit. So when Ursula steps through her Door the first thing she does is pull off an enormous woolen sweater and start fanning herself desperately with one hand. Yech! Sweat! Blugh!

"Hey Bar, do you serve hard cider?"

skatefree_diehard

Noah lurks in a booth at the bar, two papers laid in front of him. The first is written on with neat, black marker: "G4P: Ghost seeks psychic to help make contact with home world." This paper, however, is pushed to the side and one corner is growing steadily darker from the grease stain it has encountered.

Ronan made his way to Milliways, and with him, has brought the report that Gansey, Blue, Adam - everyone else from back home - are okay. Noah no longer needs help from a psychic, but now Noah has that other issue to deal with: he's Bound. And according to Andrew, he'll be Bound until he figures out what task he needs to do.

So Noah needs to make a new sign. But his marker hovers motionless over the blank paper; for some reason, the words just don't come.

is_the_motion

Out back, the lawn and the Scout Hut have been decked out with bunting, chairs and tables set out. There are games and stalls, and someone has even set up a doggy assault course. The sound of fairground music and the delicious scent of good food floats over the garden.

The Milliways County Fair has arrived, and everyone is welcome!

[ooc: Open forever! IC date 4-9th July, but open now to maximise people being able to take part. Threadhopping encouraged. See Back Room Post and Original Back Room Post for details.

All entries in the horticultural show must be posted by ~~9pm GMT/3pm EST Wednesday 6th July~~ Entries are closed - Judging in progress]

sunbaked_baker

Little Rae Seddon's face lights up when she sees the cake that accompanies her requested glass of lemonade. It is large and swirled with cream cheese icing, with Happy Birthday! written in bright orange cursive upon it. A single thin candle forms the dot of the 'i' in 'birthday.

"Oh, thank you, Bar!" she says, beaming. "That's so sweet of you!"

And now she must figure out something to wish for, and someone with whom to share the cake. There is certainly plenty of it.

midlands-hero.livejournal.com

Richard is still fairly new to Milliways. Hasn't been through many of any special days here and they don't have April Fool's Day in his world. Which leaves one unsuspecting when it comes these things.

It also leads to a very confused looking woman that comes down from the rooms upstairs. The leather pants Richard normally wears have been replaced by a skirt because apparently the being changed into a woman wasn't enough. A smaller but still calloused hand settles on the hilt of the sword, drawing comfort from the feel of the sword still at Richard's hip.

A large mug of ale is ordered in a softer, more feminine tone and then the woman and the sword settle into a dark corner to sulk. Someone isn't happy about being a woman.

pain-unites.livejournal.com

The woods are not Denna's friend.

Oh, sweet mother of the Mord'Sith thank you, Milliways.

A Mord'Sith comes into the bar, looking like she could kiss the floor boards. Instead, she smiles, and smooths her hair before heading to the bar.

"I'll have ale and fried vegetables, please."

And maybe even sleeping in a bed tonight!

Very botherable, if you don't poke at her about having twigs sticking out of her hair.

midlands-hero.livejournal.com

The door to the worlds opens and a Seeker walks through. First true Seeker of Truth in a thousand years. That and Zed and Kahlan talking about his destiny are bad enough, especially since he didn't believe in destiny. But add to that that he was apparently the last living descendant of the Rahl line, and his brain started to hurt.

It's a thoughtful and possibly slightly frustrated Richard that enters the bar tonight. Who takes a seat at an empty table and orders a beer from a passing waitrat. Beer was what Edie had shown him last time. It was close enough to Spirits and he could only get it here, so he got the rarity.

Feel free to bother the Seeker (Lord Rahl)

midlands-hero.livejournal.com

Richard has been sulking in shadows for the last couple days, staring a hole in the wall where his door should be. The food is good, the surprise of the more modern amenities in his room were nice, sleeping in a bed is always nice. But it's not home. And this place is still entirely weird to him.

So when he comes downstairs tonight and sees a door, the sword wielding Seeker heads straight for it. If no one intercepts him, he'll slip through it to the banquet he was headed to originally. Where a new fun surprise waits for him.

midlands-hero.livejournal.com

It'd been a week since the defeat of Darken Rahl. Richard got that the people wanted to celebrate as they'd been under his rule for as long as he'd been alive. But he didn't quite understand why he had to stop everything he was doing in order to celebrate for a week straight. There were still battalions of the Da'Haran army out there that were giving the people trouble and he felt he should be out there with the rest of the Resistance fighting them.

He scratched the back of his head as he entered the room tonight's fest was being held in and paused about three steps in, because this really didn't look like where he was supposed to be. Especially since Kahlan and Zed had already entered the room and a quick glance around this place told him that they weren't anywhere he could see. That and the room had really changed since he'd been in here this morning.

A glance behind him finds the door he'd just entered through gone. Which only adds to the confusion as he shifts to an empty table with a confused look. The Seeker of Truth is very much lost at the moment. Poor fellow.

[Tiny'Soon-to-be-Rahl Tag: Richard Cypher]