milliways_bar | Entries tagged with wreck-it ralph

There's a note on the bulletin board today, and a boy beside it.

ATTN: A six-foot tall, horned, dark-furred creature called Krampus has been abducting patrons of the bar, among whom include:

A tall Englishman with brown hair
Shufti
Enzo
Rae Seddon
Alex Drake

If you know of any others who have gone missing, or suspect that someone you know might be among them, or if you have any other information that would help in their return, contact Autor, Security, etc.

[OOC: Feel free to threadhop!]

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

spit_it_out

I am drowning, not waving
Here in the darkness

I'll find my peace.

There had been room to run.

There is no longer room to run.

...not good. He does not like this.

Out in the forest, something roars. It is loud enough to echo through to the bar; a deep, bestial noise of pure fury.

Trees begin to fly into the air. A rock soars above, and crashes onto the lake shore.

And then, a thudding beat of huge footsteps, gaining speed, accompanied by the crash of something heavy sprinting through undergrowth, and trees being smashed into pieces. The howl does not stop.

The Hulk bursts out of the forest. A pause.

(LIGHTS. PEOPLE.)

He smacks the ground with both fists, causing it to shake.

And then leaps for the bar.

[OOC: Here we go, then. Post locked to Thor, and Molly Hayes. Reaction tags welcome, but please do not get involved in the actual fight. See the backroom post for details. :)
Also, potential trigger warning for suicide in the OOMs. (Wtf timing, pups?) Nothing at all graphic.]

unglitched

Litwak's Family Fun Center opens in an hour. Normally, Vanellope would be spending this time tuning up her kart in preparation for a day of racing.

Not today, though.

Today she limps into Milliways and plunks herself down in the nearest chair to sulk.

For the first time since "King Candy"'s departure, Vanellope von Schweetz has failed to qualify for the Random Roster. And she is Not Happy about it.

(Also, she's on T-Minus with the handle regicideError, in case anyone cares.)

a1enzo

This is one of those occasions when Enzo did not actually intend to enter Milliways.

At least, so the heavy breathing, paint splatters, light scorch marks, padded sword, football helmet, amulet, and fanny pack labeled INVENTORY would suggest.

"You really think this is funny, don't you?" he asks the air.

Yes, Enzo's exams are more fun than yours.

crabbycustomer

There's a monster in the back yard, a huge chimerical creature with a couple of bestial heads that seem to mill around and intermittentally roar, and terrible talons that claw at the earth.

But where it claws, it doesn't leave the immense furrows in the dirt that you would expect, and the roars are tinny and somehow faraway sounds. Every few seconds, it sort of flickers, and every few minutes its paces and mannerisms seem to loop. Also--this is the big tip off--about once a minute the dragon head and the goat head intersect in their motions, and clip through each other with a spray of light. Neither head seems to notice, but someone does, and that someone curses.

(okay yeah this is a hologram.)

That someone is kneeling on the ground in its shadow, being totally ignored as he intermittently swears and fiddles with a purple laptop with legs of its own. Wires snake from the computer to plug into what looks extraordinarily like a cyberpunk bat. (A similar bat circles anxiously overhead.) The someone looks monstrous in his own way, depending on how you feel about fangs and grey skin and yellow eyes and horns.

Debugging is the worst part of programming. Feel free to ask what the hell he's doing. Or... try to save him, if you are under a gross misapprehension of what's going on here. But you're going to have a tough time interacting with it without a stat bat of your own.

(He is also available on T-Minus at chirurGeneralist, as almost always.)

crabbycustomer

chirurGeneralist has signed on.

[OOC: Feeling quite lazy tonight. But if you really want to interact with Karkat but your character doesn't have T-Minus just drop a tag and I will have him show up somehow or another.]

yourcolossalhands

Ralph is greeted at the bar by a napkin. "Late for what?" he asks, and gets another napkin in reply. "Me? But why?" Napkin. "What kind of 'special occasion'?" Napkin, eyeroll. "Fine, fine, don't tell me." He sighs and heads around behind the bar. "Could I get a few drink suggestions? To go with the theme?" The specials board fills itself out:

SONIC: THE FIGHTERS
Miles "Tails" Prower
Sonic the Hedgehog

STREET FIGHTER II
Blankatini
Bloody Bison
Chun-Li ice tea
Flash Kick!
Hadouken!
Shoryuken!
Spinning Piledriver
Yoga Flame

SUPER MARIO BROS. (on PlayChoice-10)
Boo Shot
Bowser
Goomba
Princess Peach
Warp Pipe

TEKKEN
Kuma's Furry Cup
Nina Colada
Paul Phoenix Rising
Yoshimitsu's Poison Breath

"...all righty then." He turns to face the customers and tries to look happy to be there. "What'll it be?"

[In honor of his canon now being in Japanese cinemas, have a tending Ralph! Open to new threads until it scrolls, and to new tags until your brainmeats can't do it anymore.]

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Owl City, "When Can I See You Again?"

yourcolossalhands

[OOM: When you find a place like Milliways, of course you want to share it with your friends.]

The man who walks through the Door is not hard to spot even if you're not looking in that direction, on account of his being something on the order of nine feet tall and not slightly built with it. In fact, he's built with the solidity of the proverbial brick outhouse, and brick-like are the colors of the shirt and one-strapped overalls he wears, which look as if their chief purpose in life is to demonstrate how hard it is to find clothes that fit this sort of body. The contours of his face are surprisingly soft, and his arms and hands are surprisingly large — especially those hands, each of which looks like he could wrap it completely around his own head if he ever needed to.

This tower of power stares at his surroundings for a moment, with the wonderment that hits many new patrons on their first visit, before speaking. "I have a feeling I'm not in Niceland anymore."

Current Mood: impressed
Current Music: Buckner and Garcia, "Wreck It, Wreck-it Ralph"

royalty-dahling.livejournal.com

The door swings open, and, almost immediately, a dark-haired woman stalks into the Bar, yelling.

"Dammit, Wayne, how the Hell am I supposed to..."

As the door shuts, she trails off, looking up in confusion at her surroundings. She knew that the house in Edenfalls was big, but she was also pretty sure that she had seen all the rooms, by now! Plus, she would definitely have noticed if they had this many freeloaders wandering around the place. Which leaves only one possibility!

"...Coulda sworn I was off all of that stuff." She murmurs, sounding mildly crushed. At least whatever she'd taken and forgot about was nice enough to supply a bar, though. She could use a drink, at this point.

And, hence, Dahlia Malloy finds herself sitting at the Bar, looking up and down its length for a 'tender and muttering a diverse collection of expletives to herself.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly comes into Milliways quietly, holding a bundle in a soft yellow blanket in her arms. She stops at the bar to get a tray with tea and a plate of fruits and cheeses, then levitates it to a nearby booth, where she settles down for a quiet hour with her infant son.

If you know her, you may want to come and welcome William to Miliways.

malloyisrich.livejournal.com

Wayne enters through the Panco bathroom door as usual. He barely looks around, just heads straight through the room to the actual bathrooms on the other side.

A minute or so later, he comes back out and has a seat at the bar. I mean, this place is here, right? It's obviously meant to be used. "Hows about a beer?" he asks.

The drink is served alongside a scrap of a note. He looks at the elegantly scrawled letters on the slip of paper, then reaches down and zips up his fly. "Thanks."

malloyisrich.livejournal.com

"Absolutely, Hugh," the man entering the bar calls out over his shoulder. "On your desk first thing. You got it. Just let me take a piss first, and I'll run it right out to you."

Wayne has his hand over his eyes massaging his temples, so he doesn't notice the change of venue at first. It's more the din of voices that catches his attention. When he does, his head snaps up and looks around.

Very calmly, he walks back over to the door, opens it, sticks his head out, and yells, "Hell of a nice men's room you got, Hugh!" Then, he comes back in and heads right to the bar. Never seen a bar in a bathroom before, but when in Bufferville....