milliways_bar | Entries tagged with yt

YT now observes Pi Day, of course, since she has friends who are bitheads and she and her mother bake as a bonding activity. Yesterday’s “3.14” pies were a bit scorched, but still good.

However, YT did not get a chance to bake dog treats with that new pumpkin recipe she found, so she’s working on it in the Milliways kitchen today, pinching the dough into little doggie bone shapes. Stella the poodle is waiting outside the kitchen door, dividing her attention between a bully stick and a squeaky Lambchop toy.

space_puffin

It's a lovely day at Milliways and Puffy is a horrible porg.

Aka, Puffy is getting into everything with a determined 'Grrrbit'! which is translated as "MINE".

princeinexile

Patrons may be bewildered when they arrive in the bar today, and immediately have to wade through a ballpit. Zuko was, that's for damn sure. He's never even experienced a ball pit. It's hip deep, full of hollow, plastic balls in a variety of bright colors made to entertain children (and adults.) It's going to be one of THOSE days in the bar, he can feel it.

The wait rats are doing their best, scurrying along the top with drinks and dishes, but you know, if you really want to eat drink and be merry, outside is the place to be, and that's where Zuko was going anyway.

On the way to the forge, Zuko passes:

Food stalls selling everything from turkey legs to fried Snickers bars.
A barn with country music playing for an old fashioned barn dance. (Square Dancing is not required, thank you.)
A petting zoo with goats and other farm animals who are remarkably chill about everything and want to be fed and given love. Does that goat have pool noodles on his horns? He does. He's very fiesty. There's also very chill ponies waiting to be brushed and maybe even give a ride to a small child.
A pavilion kept cold with butter sculpture from a buttery Elvis to the near-ubiquitous presence of a State Fair Butter Cow. (The cow may moo at you. Elvis will not.)
Carnival games with prizes like stuffed bears, funny hats, and other toys. Toss some rings! Shoot a target! Throw darts!
A Ferris wheel and merry go round have been set up closer to the beach, where there's plenty of places to relax away from the noise and bustle with fruity drinks if that's one desire.

Zuko goes to one of the food stalls, finding red-hot fireflakes, and happily goes to sit on one of the benches and people watch, content with his insanely spicy treat and the autumn sunshine. Maybe he'll go pet a goat. He's never seen a goat that's... just a goat before.

Welcome to your Anti-Doomscrolling Milliways All-Skate!

All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates.
5. Please don't be a dick.

As always, no need to stick to the fair locations.

magic_by_accident

Blimey.

This place has magic seeping out of its pores -- and despite the doors and windows, the furniture and walls, John Constantine would be hard-pressed to say this place isn't alive.

Only one thing to do when you find yourself in a new pub, yeah? John sits himself at the bar and lights a cigarette.

[OOC: A note about this incarnation of John.]

feminine_menace

The back door opens, and in bolts a large dog that seems to be part pitbull, part Great Dane, and maybe part wolf. The dog barks and wags its tail happily. Behind the dog is a young woman in a weathered gray letter carrier's jacket and peaked cap, both bearing emblems of the United States Postal Service. The jacket is a little too big, and the name patch over the left breast pocket reads "Matheson." A utility belt, a pair of well-worn jeans, and trusty boots complete the young woman's non-regulation uniform.

"Yeah yeah, Fido, I'm coming. Gimme a minute. It's a lot of stuff, you know?" The 'lot of stuff' is a set of bulging saddlebags and a satchel. The young woman goes to the Bar and gives her the saddlebags to keep safe. "Please gimme one of those bowls of fancy dog food for Fido, before he barks his head off," she says. Fido's making quite a racket.

The Bar produces a big dog bowl of premium wet dog food, which the young woman puts on the floor for her canine companion. Fido digs in with gusto. The young woman gets herself a turkey club sandwich with avocado and a bottle of Coca-Cola.

(Come talk to her, she has interesting stamps.)

feminine_menace

It’s Cubefall, again.

Which means YT is a high-speed Pegasus pony, again.

If you’re outside she’ll either buzz you or race you, depending on how fast you are.

mane_event

Didya know that there's a cat flap in the main door?

Well you do now, cause a little ball of golden fuzz and energy has just barrelled through it, accompanied by his own soundtrack of uncontrolled laughter, in a flurry of hornbill feathers, (not his.)

The ball unfurls into a small lion cub (toldya the feathers weren't his) who definitely was not expecting a...

um...

What is this place anyway?

angry_friendship_wolf

[tri OOM: Turns out nearly drowning in icy water has at least one (1) consequence.]

Yamato has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and a sleeping Tsunomon under one arm, as he slopes into the bar today, looking like -- well, like what he is, someone who's ended up with a rather unpleasant cold that he'd rather not have.

"Where's Yamato? I've devised more agonies for him," a cheerful voice says from beyond the door, just before it shuts.

Yamato gives the door a baleful glance, then meanders over to the Bar, flopping down onto a bar stool.

"Give me some shoga-yu with radish and extra ginger," he mumbles, and Bar happily provides, along with a bowl of chicken soup.

feminine_menace

YT comes in with a big freakin’ casserole dish of maple bacon Brussels sprouts, plunks it on a table, and puts up a little sign that says NEW RECIPE - TASTE TESTERS WANTED.

She wants to make sure it’s good, or at least edible, before she tries making it for Thanksgiving.

feminine_menace

YT comes in wearing a blood-spattered T-shirt and jeans.

Chill out, it’s not really that much blood, and none of it is hers.

She stops at the Bar and asks for some kind of spot cleaner that’s good at getting out bloodstains. Gets a small bottle of something-or-other. Heads to the bathroom.

When she comes back her clothes have wet spots on them, but no blood. She goes back to the Bar and orders a grilled cheese sandwich and a Coke.

Botherable for a while.

space_puffin

Puffy is a very smart porg. He has learned, thanks to Quentin, how to summon food from the bar.

This is very important for him to have learned.

Because now he can get food.

Today's food?

Blue puff cubes.

Lots and lots of blue puff cubes (which look rather like marshmallows).

Lots and lots and lots and lots of blue puff cubes.

There's stacks of them taking a part of the bar.

And in the middle of them all? A very happy porg.

feminine_menace

If you’re an entrepreneurial young woman in the delivery service industry, one of the advantages of access to Milliways is having a safe, accessible, clean place to pee. Like, you really can’t take that for granted. Package recipients don’t always let the plebs use the facilities and even with the ones that do, sometimes it’s the kind of place or people where you don’t want to hang around long enough for that, you know?

Anyway, that’s what YT came in for, just so you know. That and refilling her water bottle at the Bar. But after she got done with that stuff she decided to stay and enjoy a Coke at the Bar and post dog-related content on Trollian, which she is currently doing.

rapidRadish (Yours Truly) signed on.

rapidRadish (Yours Truly) signed on.

CURRENT rapidRadish [CRR] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board DOGS I MET TODAY

CURRENT rapidRadish [CRR] sent file "Spaniel.jpg"

CRR: I don’t know about you but I love spaniel ears
CRR: anyway Cocker Spaniels were bred to hunt a specific type of bird, woodcocks
CRR: that’s where “cocker” comes from
CRR: but mostly these days the spaniels don’t hunt
CRR: they just look pretty

feminine_menace

According to the board, tonight’s Happy Hour special is Breakfast for Dinner. The menu includes all the items one might expect - coffee, eggs, pancakes, toast, etc. It also includes an assurance that the coffee is REAL COFFEE NOT COFFIUM, and a note at the bottom that says NO CHARGE FOR ANYTHING.

The barkeep tonight is a young woman with short blond hair, heavily-made-up blue eyes, and a punk-appropriate wardrobe. She wears a black T-shirt that says EAT THE ZOTTAS in huge sparkly pink block letters. She is enjoying a cup of coffee (not coffium).

[OOC: Presenting, once again, AU Week YT from the universe of Cory Doctorow’s Walkaway.

Gonna be slowtimey but I will to my best to tag up with everyone.]

i_am_your_host

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas,
Everybody's looking for something

The door opens on an underground dance club, flashing pink and blue neon lights in time to the synthetic New Wave beat. The atmosphere is charged with electricity, the people on edge, brimming with a mix of excitement and fear.

These are strange days and stranger nights, here in East Berlin. A change is on the wind.

Long leather coat fluttering around his legs, the Master of Ceremonies enters. Wearing tight black jeans (black market Jordache) ripped at the knees, pointy boots with silver tips, and a tank top with the bold lettering BAD GIRL, he lowers his Ray Bans down the bridge of his nose.

And his scarlet lips part in a Cheshire cat smile. Milliways.

He goes to the bar to order a glass of decent gin and to light up a cigarette. Marlboros, of course. Nothing more American than that.

[OOC: Cold War era Emcee. Think Atomic Blonde-'verse.]

irish_vagabond

Cassidy has made up his mind to finally go back home to do the thing that he has to do and get it over with.

So he's got his blanket and rice paddy hat that he came in with, all tucked under his arm and ready to go, when he gets a note from the Bar along with his usual breakfast whiskey.

"Seriously, though? Now?"

It's kind of a big tab. So.

"Alright, fine..."

Cassidy sighs and makes his way 'round to the back of the bar. It takes a few moments for him to scrawl something on the board (he's not very creative in this aspect), before he leans against the rear counter and lights up a cigarette.

specials
whiskey
beer
shots of anything

cocktails cost extra

feminine_menace

YT's been messing around with the jukebox and figured out how it works, so tonight's dinner soundtrack is classic punk rock pieces like this one, played at high volume. YT is enjoying her musical selections by dancing around energetically and playing air guitar, 'cause she can't ride her plank in here.

feminine_menace

rapidRadish (Yours Truly) signed on.

CURRENT rapidRadish [CRR] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board DOGS I MET TODAY

CURRENT rapidRadish [CRR] sent file "corgireindeer.jpg"

CRR: hey everyone, it's that time of year
CRR: so here's a Christmas corgi

YT is on the couch by the fireplace with Stella the poodle at her feet. Stella refuses to wear doggie antlers, much to YT's disappointment. She does have a festive collar on, though.

YT herself is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of jeans. She's trying to finish knitting a green cabled scarf that she's giving to someone later in the season.

Botherable.

feminine_menace

[OOC: Any interactions on this EP that aren't with Cassidy are Millitimed to, well, before Cassidy. WRT Cassidy, here's some context.]

YT's at the Bar, drinking a Coke and eating fried paradoxes dipped in a sauce of her own invention while she reads Thrasher magazine. There's an interesting long-form article about chick thrashers, who are relatively few and far between (as YT knows from experience). A lot of it is about the unbelievable shit that people say to said thrasher chicks. Before this article, YT thought she'd heard it all. Now she realizes that there are levels of sexist douchbaggery that she has not yet plumbed.

"What the fuck? Really?" she says to herself as she re-reads a paragraph.

feminine_menace

[Sorta-OOM: No matter what universe she comes from, YT makes questionable romantic choices. very questionable.]

[Tinytag: Cassidy]

feminine_menace

[OOC: Millitimed to the morning after this and a lot of strongly implied naughty stuff. Plotlocked.]

YT and Cassidy are having breakfast. Well, more like brunch by now. See, neither of them are really morning people to begin with, and then they (ahem) got kind of distracted.

They have quite a spread: pancakes, sausages, fried eggs, fruit, roasted tomatoes. One might notice that there are two coffeepots on the table. One contains actual coffee, and the other a synthetic substitute called coffium.

"See? It's like I said," YT asserts. "You can tell the difference between coffium and the real stuff even if you aren't, like, a total snob."

feminine_menace

Here's what the board says this evening:

HAPPY HOUR WITH YT

Drinks
Coffee (NOT coffium, real coffee)
Tea (various)
Beer
Blackberry Wine
WV Walkaway Moonshine

Food
Bread, toasted on request (White, wheat, challah, cinnamon-raisin)
Scones (plain or cranberry)
Spreads (Butter, Nutella, lemon curd, clotted cream, various jams)
Cookies and tea pastries (various)

Discounts
100% off on everything. Fuck capitalism.

Behind the counter is a girl in her late teens, with short blonde hair, heavily made-up eyes, and prolifically pierced ears. A small diamond stud sparkles in her nose. Her wardrobe consists of combat boots, black-and-white camo patterned cargo pants, and a black babydoll T-shirt emblazoned with "PWN THE MEANS OF PRODUCTION" in white block lettering. This, presumably, is YT.

She seems to be enjoying a mug of coffee. Like, really enjoying it, as if it were the nectar of the gods.

[OOC: Open all AU Week!]

stridersgonnastride

Dave wanders through the front door. He's got headphones on, and is bopping along to something with a catchy beat. He does a double take when he spots the new decor. "whoa what the shit is this"

He prowls around for a while, clearly more than a little cautious about sudden and widespread changes to the general Milliways environment. He dismisses the vid screens entirely. Nope. No thank you. Not gonna happen.

A little while later he can be found at a table with snacks, idly hooking Legos together. Maybe he's building something specific. Maybe he isn't. Maybe it's a genius piece of abstract artwork.

run_barry

When Barry walks into Milliways and sees the transformation of the place his face splits into a wide grin.

"Sweet."

After checking himself over and finding no apparent changes, costume or otherwise, he heads for the counter.

"Hey Bar, what's going on?"

The screen that appears makes his grin widen further.

"For real? Awesome."

After reading over the explanations and rules very carefully he swipes over to the first offered reconfiguration. When he sees what it is there's no need to go any further.

"A robot cheetah? Are you serious?"

The change happens in an eye-blink and Barry is soon marveling at his new sleek and metallic form.

Perhaps a wiser, or less enthusiastic, person would wait until they were outside to give their new form a test run, but Barry refrains from such and immediately punches it.

The result is a spotted form streaking across the bar and slamming into a setup of Lego table and chairs with a loud, "MROW--AUGH!" followed thereafter by an, "Ow."

feminine_menace

YT is sitting at one of the tables in Milliways eating a salad. Which, normally would not be a big deal. But there seems to be something kind of off about her today. She's not slouching or putting an elbow on the table like she normally would. And she is unusually careful and deliberate about how she holds and wields her fork.

This is not like her at all. Has YT been replaced with a (very refined) pod person? Maybe someone should check.

boghadair

[OOM: I will ride, I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky]

...and then, suddenly, through one of the doors bursts a red-haired girl astride a rather enormous horse.

Merida is fortunately experienced enough to stop Angus as they slide to a stop a few inches from the bar.She pushes back a handful of curls and huffs out a relieved sigh, then gives a somewhat sheepish glance over her shoulder before standing up taller in the saddle. Dignity is not precisely an ingrained quality for her, but that's no reason not to be proud of herself.

She did stick the landing after all.

[OOC: Merida's first entrance! Open til her next EP. Also I have a Discord ID, please DM me for it!]