milliways_bar

The fabric of reality feels weak to Sam and he's been spending every day, fully prepared as Wallmaker and walking and exploring. He doesn't know the right spells to understand and see what's changing.

Instead he has to rely on the little he knows as Wallmaker and his own knowledge of the Charter to try and understand. Currently he's standing near one of the walls, trying to find one of the points of wrong to focus on.

When the lady in grey walks through the door, his hand moves to his sword hilt and stays there. This is the kind of thing he's meant to know how to stop, how to mend, and he doesn't know how.

(OOC: All threads are before Nick's.)

[OOM:
Sickness and secrets often go hand in hand.

Some are more dangerous than others.

]

Strike One.

The Bar is a disaster area. Bottles fallen everywhere.
Broken. In pieces. Wait rats still working everywhere.



Strike Two.

There is a green glow hologram floating over her bar.
No. Not kidding. A green glow hologram over her bar.



Strike Three.

"What do you mean we only have these ingredients? We stock several universes."

"No. Of course, I can't predict earthquakes. Last I checked you didn't have 'em."






"It's fine. I'll manage." Jo. Middle of the mess. "Go to sleep."

Glass gets kicked. Specials get written. Then, Jo's busy with the mess.

Sam woke up when he heard a boom and felt things shift in a way he couldn't understand other than it was wrong. He wanted to go and investigate what was out in the forest but could almost hear Mogget's snide voice asking what he would with what he found out there?

So he stayed in his room and made notes of how everything felt and wished he knew more of the underpinnings of Milliways as knowing the Charter at this point didn't help.

When the sun started to shine through the Window, he dressed more formally than he has in a long time with his Wallmaker's surcoat and his sword before going downstairs to see what happened.

Claudia's at a table, examining a rather steampunk-looking pistol of some sort. Thanks to Pete calling movie marathon the other night after the shenanigans in town, she never did get to finish her Tesla examination. (It won't be that hard to make them recharge themselves; the trick is going to be getting the whole set wired up for that.)
And she may or may not be here because her cell phone doesn't get reception in the bar. Todd keeps texting her, and she has no idea what to do with that, so... she'll just hide in the interdimensional space and ignore it for a while.
But just because she's working doesn't mean she'd mind interruptions, either in person or through T-Minus (repositoryBadger).

(OOC: I'm full of plague, so this is subject to slowtime, but it's also open for quite a while.)

Time for a bit of quiet time, away from the base and the war. Sort of. The book Howard is reading is an account of the aerial part of the Battle of France. By a man of some reputation as a flier as well as a writer, a man Howard admires. It's quite a gripping book.

But not so much so that Howard won't say hello.

[ooc: mun needs sleep - will resume in slowtime when awake.]

...So that was an interesting couple of days.
Good news: No one's dead except MacPherson and Claudia wasn't being Manchurian-Candidated after all, so she has her home and job back. That also means registration for the El Camino is in progress, since they picked it up on the way back from Geneva.
Bad news: Leena was impersonating her, and MacPherson impersonated Joshua's boss before he got himself killinated, and Joshua has a broken leg. (And apparently Artie was dead for a while in there but he got better? Or something.) Oh, and MacPherson let H.G. Wells out of the bronze sector.
WTF news: H.G. Wells is a woman.

But none of that's the best news - the best news is that when Claudia comes in the bar, she sits down at a table and opens her own Farnsworth.
"What, you mean this doesn't even get interdimensional reception?" she says to herself (though it's just as well; she wouldn't want Artie calling her while she's here, after all).
For now, she's just admiring the pretty; actually trying to work on the thing's capabilities will have to come another time, when she can sneak the blueprints out of storage. But she's back, and she's not stuck at all, so she's feeling much better about it.

At a table there are two frogs, one is metal and has bronze wings and glows slightly, the other is of chocolate that is oddly not melting.

The frogs act as most frogs do, sitting until a fly or something goes past and then the metal one hops and flies to try and get it as the chocolate one hops.

They don't always stay on the table, the chocolate one has a habit of hopping and getting confused, while the metal one always returns to the table.

Hopefully neither of them have hopped on or at you or your drink, if so Sameth will apologize as he's currently watching them and taking notes. The spell on the chocolate one is fascinating and of a quite different sort of magic.

The White Hot Room doesn't forget.


The same cannot always be said of Jean Grey.
Who is still finding pieces. Of herself. Of everything.




Who stares at the room, momentarily confused.


Her head tilts. Oh. Milliways. She remembers this.
(If not why it, or what, woke her up this time.)


OOC: Open until it scrolls. Maybe even after.

Urquhart is slouched on a couch, peeling and eating oranges. The tangy scent mingles with the warm smell of the fire in a relaxing post-holiday atmosphere.

It seems to Posner like the time between getting his Oxford letter and the beginning of his first term there is going to drag on forever. It doesn't help that he has very little to occupy his time with other than work or that his mum has taken to calling him in to help her with anything she can.

He's rather glad Milliways has shown up today to rescue him from another day spent cleaning out the cupboard under the stairs.

Thus it is that he's a little dusty when he comes into the bar today and carrying a box of quite old books, most of which are not in English or any other language that Posner actually speaks fluently. He takes them to a table nearish the fire and starts sorting through them.

Scorpius, in a brief interlude from his summer holiday, drops in for a brief visit and leaves Yuletide gifts for Parker, Lily, Annabeth, Posner, Orpheus, Mia, Cepheus, Draco, Kate, Alex Rider, William Evans, Sameth, and Albus with Bar.


[ooc: Just gift-dropping. I'll have an EP for him some other time.]

Ellen's out back behind the Bar, taking Dogmeat and Shiphrah and Puah for a run.

Well. Dogmeat is running. Shiphrah and Puah is doing her best to understand why the human on her back has laid a number of logs on the ground in front of her and is making her trot up to them, then go over them. She is not happy with this idea at all, no. Things on the ground are best avoided, not confronted. What. Just what.

However, the human doesn't seem inclined to stop any time soon, so the Brahmin is stuck being prodded through endless loops of trotting and stepping over large objects. It's either that or bucking Ellen off, and that never ends well. Especially not with the dog alongside her, ready to bite or bark if the Brahmin misbehaves.

Feel free to interrupt. The two-headed cow would probably thank you, were she smart enough to realize.

It's been a quietly strange last-year-at-this-time sort of week in Montreal, almost but not quite hold-your-breath-and-wait-to-see-what-happens, overlaid on all the end-of-term, approaching-holidays busyness.

Meg's not exactly sorry when the bar decides to turn up in her apartment on what is for her a Friday night. She has plans for later, but they'll keep, after all.

She picks a chair by the fireplace, asks a waitrat for apple cider, and pulls out her knitting.

Botherable.

Well, if you don't mind waiting till she gets to the end of a row.

[[OOM: Teja and Sameth go to Gotland for a yule-time celebration and a small surprise.]]

Teja is in the bar today, with company -- he's brought little Hilde with him from Gotland because she asked about the midwinter celebrations from the future that are held in the afterlife where the king lives.

At the moment, she is sitting on the bar and looking at a picture book about Father Christmas which Teja is reading the words from to her.

He is quite content to do so, as it is an intelligent and whimsical tale, and has nothing whatsoever to do with Christianity, which he detests.

Sam has been working on Ellen's armor and forgetting to come inside and do other things, but he's almost finished the armor.

That's why when he came in to eat, he ended up falling asleep on one of the couches once he finished eating.

He's stretched out and taking up the entire couch and twitching in his sleep from bad dreams.

At some point he'll remember that it's a bad idea to fall asleep in Milliways though he might need reminding, it's a comfortable couch.

Jack comes in from a quick run outside, his nose and cheeks red from the cold.  The cold is the very reason that the run was a quick one; even as long as he's been in the bar, he still isn't used to colder climates.

After a quick stop in his room to change, he heads down to the bar for a drink.  However instead of a hot cup of coffee, he gets a note.

"Come on, Bar, not again..."

A minute later, there's a grumpy-looking former counter-terrorism agent behind the bar and a new set of specials on the board.

Out of Milliways: Sameth comes to visit the Capital Wasteland, and maybe learn a thing or two about electronics. Also, robots.