milliways_bar | Entries tagged with val von doom

Val comes down stairs again but pauses two steps from the bottom to check the state of the Bar before committing herself. Mardi Gras was fun and all, but she's not up for another forced costume change. As usual, there are many marvelous sights to the bar but no holiday is apparent, thank the Landlord. One sight in particular does snag her attention and she freezes.

For the first time since she, the girl out of time and space, has been here, there is a Doorway at the Front Landing.

time_dancer

Val comes down from her room—finally—and since she's yawning, she misses the visual warnings of festivities within Milliways. She does feel the tingle of her clothes changing once she hits the bottom step though and nearly falls over when her slippers suddenly change to the highest heeled shoes she's ever worn. Bending to look down, she sees the black cat suit and holstered guns just before the curtain of black hair blocks her view.

"Oh hell, what holiday is it now?"

Meanwhile, Brimstone comes in the Front Door, feels the tale-tell tingle of magic—much like his first entrance into Milliways—and sighs. He feels himself compress and his clothes expand until they are robes. At least he still feels to comforting weight of his horns.

Someone may wish to tell him his pronoun has changed.

[tiny tag: Brimstone]

bprd_agent_red

It has been a lot of work all day, schlepping stuff back and forth, enlisting the help of wait rats, fighting with the wait rats, coordinating with Bar, fighting with Bar, and basically making most of it up as he went along.

He's never actually thrown a party before, okay?!

But, finally and at last, Hellboy has done it.

Outside by the lake shore there is a Party. A Party with balloons, streamers, banners, a giant inflatable gorilla, food, LOUD music, a petting zoo, several cars display, and the occasional firework.

It starts as a celebration for Enzo's graduation from the Guardian Academy, but after Red hears the good news, it turns into an engagement party as well (after Red goes through and changes all the signs from 'Congrats, Enzo!' to 'Congrats, Enzo and Dani').

Everyone is invited, so come on, celebrate and have some fun!

[ooc: this is a party post, feel free to have your pup drop in whether they know the three in question or not! Thread, tag hop, whatever feels good! This post will be open to new tags through Sunday, and for slows until forever.]

a1enzo

[OOM: Backtimed to somewhere around July, another Academy visit. And now, musical guest Valeria von Doom!]

makesthings

Sameth is rubbing his eyes as he enters because he's not certain when he last slept. Last night he worked for a while and then today was full of court matters that he had to attend which is why he's in his surcoat and sword. He's not neat anymore because it was a long day but matters coming into place for the Southerlings and he only had to address everyone twice.

The hope of some sleep and then maybe some work on a few ideas he has would have been nice but he can do that later. As he orders a wine, a napkin appears and he sighs and nods before getting out the cocktail book.

Specials
Spiced Wine
Stone Fence
Border Crossing
If you're involved in politics in any way, your drink is half off.

(OOC: At 1:30 am, I'm off to bed and will be tagging slowtimes tomorrow. This is open until the next Happy Hour goes up.)

timelessinventor

Sharp-eyed Bar patrons might notice a grappling hook flying through the air from an unknown origin, and attach itself to one of the highest rafters.

Shortly after, Helena flies through the bar wearing trousers, shirtsleeves, a waistcoat and a floor-length coat, lowering herself from the hook, recoiling it into the gun it came from. She looks around with a bit of a frustrated face. "Oh, bollocks. If that man gets away from me one more time..."

Helena Wells, ladies and gentlemen, is on the case.

[ooc: Helena's around for the rest of the weekend. Have at!]

hadyougoing

Ava still has a lot of questions, like: What does pasta have to do with anything? If this Slenderman guy is on Wikipedia, is he real or fake or what?

(Reading through the packet Baby gave her, she keeps coming back to the photographs, grainy black and white printouts of the same faceless face.

She can't be sure if the sinking feeling she gets is because part of her remembers something, or because none of her remembers anything at all.)

She's taken her dinner up to the library tonight. X put her on dishwashing duty for trying to kill her and Elle, but since she doen't have to start yet-- one assistant librarian, in headband and Charter mark necklace, sitting at the front desk.

She's not reading the Slenderman packet per se, but it's in front of her.

[ooc: Ava in the library, hiding but taggable! Email artistformerlyknownas at gmail dot com with questions or plots.]

bprd_agent_red

When Hellboy walks through the front door his focus is on his hands, not on his surroundings. He's tinkering with something, and when he looks up and notices his surroundings he hesitates.

Standing in the threshold, he casts a glance over the room, and decides to go ahead and stay.

As the door closes behind him he takes up a seat at a table. Ordering a "large" RC Cola from a rat, he goes back to fiddling with the small contraption resting in his stone palm.

The set of his shoulders is a little tense, and he keeps his head down. A big, red man trying to blend in with the bar crowd.

[ooc: tags might be a bit slow, but this is open until it scrolls. If you need to contact the mun PMs are your best bet.]

time_dancer

Val comes downstairs smelling of chocolate mint and coughing. Her face is also bright purple with a pattern much as if something had blow up in her face.

"Can I have a mango lassi? Thanks," she grumbles at Bar. Whatever happened, she doesn't seem to happy about it.

[OOC: Open till it scrolls though I'm going slowtime now.]

Current Mood: embarrassed

time_dancer

Val is back to human and has spent the last few nights in her room, attempting to finalize a few experiments but her mind wasn't really into it so she didn't get too far. Well, she did with a computer simulation or two but the chemical ones just weren't grabbing her attention.

Now she's downstairs and wanting a root dir float but that would require her to digitize herself again and it seems irresponsible to do that just for a tasty beverage. Maybe a root beer float will be just as good?

not_his_pa

There's a new horse around the paddock, not in because the gate's not open but around. William likes the freedom of being a horse, everything's just simpler in this shape.

Since Cubefall's only a few days, he's spending as much of his time as he can outside. He makes for a slightly rangy horse and probably could do with a brushing as he's been in the forest and near the lake but he can't brush himself.

seat_five_girl

Earlier there was a discussion with Bar about certain pieces of software.

Certain fairly expensive pieces of software.

Which is why the attractive brunette in painted on jeans and a tank top that read 'WARNING: This machine starts automatically' has just finished writing up the specials for the evening.

Stump the bartender and that drink is free.

"Build a seat if we run out. Happy Hour is open!"

[OOC: Open while it's on the front, or until Cubefall is over. Which ever comes last.]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Ellen knew it was Cubefall thanks to a brief encounter with Charles Xavier when she came down to grab dinner yesterday. Mostly, though, she's been mapping out and collating all the images and data she could get of the National Guard Depot up in her room. She's done now, though, so it's time to come down and relax and let people know she's got the intel and supplies they need.

And to deal with the choices in her vidwindow.

ever_lovin

Things are back to being good for Ben back home as evidenced by the spring in his step as he walks into Milliways. He stops short when he sees the obvious signs of Cubewall and breaks out in a huge grin. "What'cha got fer me this year?" He asks when the vidscreen pops up.

The first option is tempting as he had a lot of fun with it before. The second looks pretty good too. The third though, "Uh...no." And now the fourth...that's real tempting as things have been crazy and he could use a few days of laying around.

A quick touch for confirmation and then there's a very large dog where the idol of millions once was.

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Val has been in and out of Milliways...really. And she's been a busy ~~girl~~ sprite, what with adapting to a new body and a new world, not to mention how that new world's physics have altered her powers. Plus there's all those experiments she'd left running in her room...So yeah, she's been here but not you know?

Today though, she's here grinning that sunshine smile of hers at the state of Milliways. She flips through her options for the day; the dog is cute and a unicorn could be fun while the human male is just, "NO WAY! Not my brother and not in a mullet!" but she had a lot of fun in the robot alt she's presented with (though the form is different) so goes for that.

Cue one Cybertronian building a large helicarrier from legos.

[OOC-Sorry, I found an Arcee I liked better than the animated one.]

howarewefortime

T H I N G S F A L L A P A R T

T H E C E N T R E C A N N O T H O L D

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.]

time_dancer

Something is not right with Milliways and it goes beyond the obvious broken furniture and earthquake. Val noticed it with the first attack of vertigo. At first she thought maybe she just sick but she had no other symptoms. Eventually she determined her powers were the source of her discomfort and with the help of her computer determined the shape of Milliways space was influx. Now as to how or what is causing this? That she hasn't determined yet and she had every intention of determining this until she spied Galactus out the Observation Window.

Now she's researching any data file she can find to try and construct an Ultimate Nullifier. She's also wearing her old Fantastic Four tunic. If it's the end of the world, the Fantastic Four will be there, one way or another.

And it seems the discomfort is passing around to teens as Thalia is also downstairs. In her case she's nursing a cheeseburger and coke instead of playing with technology. She'd paler than normal and there are serious bags under her eyes. Someone has not been sleeping well.

[OOC- And I'm not really here as I'm still packing stuff from moving but I wanted to get this up. Slows until tomorrow.]

a1enzo

A few gifts under the tree have telltale circuit-print wrapping paper.

( Val von Doom, Clementine Johnson, Jordan Kennedy, Tyler Marlocke, Guppy Sandhu )

[OOC: If you think I've forgotten you, poke me and I'll see what I can come up with! Pups to whom Enzo would be giving gifts in person need not apply.]

time_dancer

[OOM: And there came a day, a day unlike any other, when some of Milliway's mightiest heroes and heroines found themselves united to help save a hero of another world and to bring him to Milliways...]

Outside it is a quiet snowy day; the air is crisp and sounds are muffled. Then there is a tiny pinprick of light that quickly expands to a glowing doorway. Figures step through; a cowboy and an outlaw, a multi-dimensional explorer and the survivor of a post-nuclear world, a diminutive heroine and a vampire slayer from the future, a humanized data guardian and an emerald giantess who carries a fallen hero, and an ex-super hero who still fights the good fight. The doorway blinks out of existence and the silence is shattered by Val's panicked voice, "He's okay right? Everyone's here?"

[[OOC-And the party returns from the battle to save Johnny Storm. The above thread is still in the final stages but I wanted to get this posted. MANY thanks to everyone, this turned out some much more awesome and epic than I had even foreseen.]]

time_dancer

[Not quite OOM: Last night Val did some thinking in her room...]

This afternoon it is a very different Val who sits munching on sashimi and sipping orangina. Not quite so overcome with grief, she is focused and distracted, scribbling furiously at a notepad. She knows what she has to do now but the "how to" is what's tripping her up and no matter how many plans she comes up with, it always seems to come down to one fact; she needs help.

Sighing in frustration she gives up her plans of a solo fight and begins a list; Aunt Jen, Uncle Ben, Ellen?, Enzo?

And there she stops not sure who else to draft. Maybe another piece of sashimi will help...

[Again, not quite OOM: Then, later tonight, a planning session is had.]

time_dancer

Hours ago Val had come down for breakfast only to find a note from her uncle instead. After reading the note, she ran back up to her room nearly in tears. Since then she's watched the DVD over and over and read the note many times. She can't blame her Uncle Ben and she does kind of understand but she still can't help the sting that she's not worth the face to face time. The rational side of herself points out that the kids will need more help and that she is an adult now (or close enough) and she has friends here. "But they have a family there," her emotional self replies and the two haves start in on each other so Val decides she better get some fresh air before she loses it.

So now she downstairs by the fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate with cinnamon like her Uncle Johnny used to make her when she had nightmares. And at the memory of him the tears start all over again. We're sorry if she interrupts your breakfast or lunch or whatever, she's just not at her best right now.

makesthings

Sameth needs to apologize to Kait but he hasn't seen her. Though he has been working in the forge most of the time but she knows to find him there. That's why he has an idea, he'll make her something as an apology and try and write a good letter of apology too.

The problem is that he's not sure what to make because it has to be special as their argument was so hard.

That's why he's sitting at a table, drinking some mulled wine and picking over what's left of his dinner and surrounded by pieces of parchment with designs and the starts of letters on them.

7twistedwishes

There is a face people have not seen around for a while.

Oh, some were happy with her absence, no doubt, but some people might have missed her; so there we have a Devil in a slinky red cocktail dress, perusing the Big Book of Drinks.

Behind her, the board reads in elegant handwriting:

Specials:

I put LSD in one of the bottles, and forgot which one.

...probably it's a joke.

Dare you?

biggerstingers

There aren't a lot of sunny days left at Milliways before the Scottish winter moves in and settles in place hard. Still, there are a few left and Janet van Dyne is taking advantage of one to recover from her latest round of 'Quinjets for non-pilots' with a walk around the lake.

Maybe later she will go for a fly or put in some target practice at the range, but for now a calm walk is just what the doctor ordered.

[OOC: This is intended for the Sensational She-Hulk, but all are welcome. Open forever!]

time_dancer

All is calm by the Front Door, well as calm as they ever get in Milliways, when a bar of blue light appears. It's about the width of the Door and, at first, only a millimeter tall. It floats about two meters off the ground and hangs there for a few seconds before it begins to expand vertically to the top of the door and then the bottom edges drops to the floor, or near enough. The solid sheet of blue light hangs there a little longer before a figure steps through.

The figure is nearly two meters in height and is wearing armor that can best be described as a mash-up between high fantasy and high technology. Its helmeted head looks around and then it does a fist bump high in the air. Now it's dancing in place, going from The Running Man to the Cabbage Patch and all sorts of other end zone favorites.

Hey, when you make it from one reality to another solely on your own abilities, see if you don't feel like celebrating.