milliways_bar

OOM: Everyone's meeting in the Great Hall. We're fighting.

Millitimed to four hours and change before the Allpocalypse. Warning for Brave Little Toaster lyrics.

[OOM: Milli-timed to earlier this week

"We daresay we find Their Majesties to be quite dull,
but we admit they have their uses."

[OOM: Tyler is only nine, he can't really be trusted to watch his thoughts all the time. Especially around bathrooms.]

To say the ways people have been going to and from Milliways have been buggy for the past two weeks is like saying the killer ant swarm is just a tiny pest problem. Now there's all sorts of ways to ENTER through the back area of Milliways. The caves (rockslide), the Lake (ahahahano, boiling blood is not conductive to boating OR swimming) or the sky.

...most people usually enter that one under their own power. About forty feet up into the air above the back area, a little boy appears out of nowhere and immediately becomes transparent. Ofcourse he's screaming all the way down, he can't fly! However ten feet above the ground he disappears again...and five seconds later emerges falling and screaming from the first portal.

Seriously. Fucking Milliways. Or he'd be saying that once he gets his wind back to start swearing a blue streak.

[Open for the rest of the Allpocalypse folks! HIT ME]

[[After this. And this. And meanwhile, in Gotland in the 560s, this happened.]]

All the signs are truly dire now, and Teja has decided that now is the time to send the cats, and his wealth, to his people in Gotland. He will not step out of the door, in case it would not let him back in, and he would have to fade on Adalgoth the way he once faded on his Charlie. Instead, he will put a message and a few things on Ferdinand's harness, and leave the rest hidden in the snow on his barrow-hill.

So, he brings his three living cats in cat carriers today (the cats are irritated, as they are not used to having their movement restricted), with Ferdinand wearing the harness already, and a large leather bag that is quietly clinking.

With a heavy heart, Teja carries them through the bar-room, puts down the carriers down, clutches the silver snake bracelet that goddess gave him, and opens his door to Gotland for what well may be the last time ever.



[[OOC: Catch Teja at some stage while he is taking the cat carriers through the bar or after he has deposited them -- while the door is open, the linked OOM is in progress. Thanks!]]

OOM: The family usages, the language, the company, the
furniture—the yearning and swelling heart,
Affection that will not be gainsayed—the sense
of what is real—the thought if, after all, it
should prove unreal

25 — Poem of The Child That Went Forth, and Always Goes Forth, Forever and Forever by Walt Whitman or in which William finds himself in Gotland

[OOM: Back on Serenity -

"Did you miss me while I was out?"]

[OOC: OOM: Where's This Douchebag?]

[OOM: "So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."
Franklin D. Roosevelt, Inaugural Address, March 4, 1933]

[[OOC: Spoilers for Fear Itself 03 and Fear Itself: The Worthy, The Thing]]

[OOM-but-not: On the same day as this, Galadan and Mary have a heart-to-heart. They weren't expecting it, either.]

[OOM in Ambergeldar:

"What're you ponderin'?"

"The Order of the Butter Knife."]

[ooc: the management would like to thank Georgia for being awesome. That is all.]

(OOM:

it's nature's way of telling you
something's wrong)

[The following OOM is located at an obscure point in millitime that meets the following critera:

After this.
Before this.
Just in time for this.]

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free

('cause I'm a free bitch, baby)

[OOM:

Deep grave
in the names
we call,
deep halt
in the laughter
that got us here.

Speaking of good endings.]

[Out of Milliways: And Back Again. Maybe things would be better once Ellen got back to Megaton and her house there.]

... or maybe she and Dogmeat would wind up at Milliways instead. "Oh," she says, and rubs at her face with both hands. "Well, whatever."

There's no sense in arguing, and at least she won't have to cook her own dinner. She'll just go to the Bar and ask for Cram for herself and mirelurk for Dogmeat.

(What she'll get is a pair of push-up pops made entirely of macaroni and cheese in chili sauce with beef. She'll still eat it, you understand. Dogmeat probably won't, but.)

[Out of Milliways:

"The fights are real damn boring when the new meat dies in the first thirty seconds."
"And the newest volunteer for death in the Hole, the woman known only as 101!"
"So that begs the question. Who are you, and what are you doing in my city?"

Spoilers for Fallout 3: The Pitt.]

It's only after she has talked to her sister that Meg Ford takes the time to properly look around the bar.

She walks around slowly, fingers straying more than once to the emerald-cut aquamarines that dangle from her ears to make sure they're still there.

And then she sits down at an empty table.

Well.

Apparently, she's having an even more memorable birthday than she realized.

Outside, an object rockets across the blood red sky before disappearing in a flash of light. For those sensitive to such things, it was an item of immense divine power, perhaps on a par with Mjolnir. For those who might have quick enough sight, it was a hammer of a wholly unique design*. For any who noticed it, it's pretty obvious it definitely does not bode well for what ever reality it lands in.

[OOM: While back in the MU, Ben has tea and gets something off his chest. It should have been comforting but it wasn't.]
[[OOC: * There is just the hammer not the monster holding it in the link.]]

[OOM: A discussion is had.
No decision is reached.]

Felix is sighing as he comes into the bar. Then he begins noticing things - the general worry, the unusual cold, the glimpses of red out the window, the lack of people around the Bar itself - and his face hardens. There's something wrong here, and even if this isn't his world he's going to find out what and how to fix it.

It's about then that a slightly confused waitrat shows up and offers him a tray containing four crystal spheres, about the size of softballs. One yellow, one blue, one purple, and one red.

Felix stiffens in shock. Are those...? He gingerly takes the tray. "Could you get me some kind of mithril glove or something?" he asks the rat. As it scurries off, he carefully makes his way over to a table and sets the tray down. Then he falls into a chair, now both frustrated and bewildered.

(OOM:

I hear the clockwork in your core
Time strips the gears till you forget what they were for

Spoilers for "13.1"; also, there's a .gif in context, because why not?)