au week -- Fereldan mage Simon

Aug. 19th, 2017 10:02 pm
simon_doctor: (pensive)
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The front door opens onto a sunlit, dusty street. The robed young man coming in is distracted with an armful of items -- books and scrolls mostly, but also a few miscellaneous wrapped packages -- and only looks up after the door has closed behind him.

And stares.

... This is not the Gnawed Noble tavern.

[Character writeup here! Currently a stub; will be expanding.]

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Aug. 19th, 2017 09:16 pm
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At the bar, Vivian Dratsab is working hard on an assignment.

It's hard to keep up, but he's doing his best. He has to make Mum proud, being the first from his family to go to university. And Oxford, no less, judging by the hoodie he's wearing.

He leafs through a heavy text book for inspiration, before continuing his essay.

'The specimen showed intact musculature from the point of severance at the proximal thigh.'

He begins to sketch a complex muscle diagram.

[tinytag: AU week]

AU week - university student Sin

Aug. 19th, 2017 06:11 pm
thewidewideworld: (AU - Sin suit)
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Sin comes storming in, slamming the door behind him. He looks oddly conservative in a suit jacket, his hair brushed back neatly. He puts his violin case down, with exaggerated care. As much as he wants to slam things around, his violin is worth more than anything else he has right now.

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Aug. 19th, 2017 02:33 am
dwellsinthedetails: (I'll slice you to PIECES)
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(Three months ago, in Tokyo:

looking back from here, I have to wonder
just how much did I think that I could take?

CWs: neglect and exploitation of a minor, brief and very oblique mention of suicide, blood (P5 Persona awakenings are brutal, yo). There may be one or two more installments of How We Got Here before I start moving Yusuke forward.)

[tiny tag: Yusuke Kitagawa]

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Aug. 18th, 2017 07:15 pm
i_am_your_host: (AU Emcee 2)
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Emcee, in his usual jeans, Converse, and sleeveless t-shirt, is sitting at a table going through a small stack of letters he'd just received. With each letter he reads, his displeasure grows more and more, but he only expresses it through eye-rolls, irritated sighs, and bitter sips of red wine.

He would take up smoking again, except that is not a road he wants to go down.

Tossing one letter aside, he opens the next, expecting more of the same.

Entirely botherable.

[OOC: AU Emcee continues.].

AU Week: Glam Rock AU

Aug. 18th, 2017 04:10 pm
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Sherlock is dressed down today -- for him -- in silver jeans, a snakeskin jacket, a mesh tanktop embroidered with flowers, and several scarves wrapped around his neck.

He sits at one of the tables, cross-legged in a chair, with a guitar, a notebook, and a pot of tea.

He writes more than he plays. He doesn't really need to hear the music yet. It's loud enough in his head.

[ooc: Adult content downthread.]

Hogwarts AU

Aug. 18th, 2017 05:58 pm
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Outside there's a person flying above the garden, edge of the forest, sparring ground and just over the beach. They're wearing a red jersey with Scarlett on the back that clashes with their red hair and a ball is darting around. Will Scarlett, Gryffindor 7th year, Quidditch chaser and captain this year is practicing as he gets to go back to school soon.

When the wind picks up and the rain starts, he heads inside to order dinner and try and convince Bar to give him a firewhiskey. His broom and a quaffle are beside him.

OOC: Will is from an AU set about fifteen or so years after the end of the series, Nottingham is dealing with some dark wizard troubles.

FFXV Hunter-AU Sunshine

Aug. 18th, 2017 09:17 am
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Outside at the picnic table, in the blazing summer sunlight, Sunshine has settled in to maintain her gear. She has done what little laundry she has, and taken an inventory of her curatives so she knows what she'll need to stock up on at the Bar. Her daggers - each nearly the length of a short-sword - have been cleaned and will be taken by the forge later to be sharpened before she heads back. She has just cleaned the lingering mud and grime from her light leather armor, and now she has settled in to oil the leather.

The repetitive motions, the feel of the strong, smooth leather under her hands, and the reassuring heat and light of the sun on her back make it very easy for even a hunter to relax.

AU week

Aug. 18th, 2017 06:38 am
foolyoutwice: surely some day I will use this (Cat Thor)
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.....well, oops.

This is totally not where Loki is supposed to be right now, because he is Literally Supposed to be Saving the World (!), but whatever, they'll get along fine without him for a little while, because look it's a magic multiversal bar.

Is he going to continue his Cat Thor cosplay while he checks out Milliways? Damn right he is. So he shoulders himself up to the bar and calls out, "MEAD! MEAD, FOR CAT THOR OF CATSGARD!"

((Loki is here from Squirrel Girl. So he looks like a fairly ordinary Marvel Loki with an adorable white cat head and a little Thor helmet. Because he's being Cat Thor today.

Hasty confession: I am lamentably new to Squirrel Girl, so I...don't...actually know anything beyond this one issue. *hangs head in shame*))
so_many_crystals: The head, neck, and wing/arm of a feathered velociraptor, accurate according to 2017ish current knowledge. (AU - PALEONTOLOGICALLY ACCURATE)
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The door opens, and a form scuttles in.

...Oh. It's that guy again.

Yep, it's Doctor Dinosaur. As usual, he has lots of pointy teeth, several sharp claws, and two beady yellow eyes filled with megalomaniacal cunning. Also as usual, he has several miscellaneous containers and implements strapped to his back. Today they're a little harder to see, because he's also wearing a white lab coat, which he's thrown over the lot.

Unlike usual (except, for this week, it is the usual), he's roughly the size of a large turkey. And covered in red and brown feathers.

(That lab coat might have been stolen from a Little Junior Scientist Halloween costume or something.)

That's right: Doctor Dinosaur currently is, in fact, a paleontologically accurate Velociraptor mongoliensis.
last_kallig: (SWTOR)
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Sooner or later, everyone gets sick.

"Chirrut doesn't often ask things of the Force, but as the fall edges its way into winter, he has been asking for one thing daily. He prays that this year, the winds don't come." (Warning for mention of past child harm.)

Baze and Chirrut have their first birthday after becoming Dads!

Ibani is finally, FINALLY, cleared for sparring much to the delight of her and her Dads!

How do you keep your Force sensitive daughter from being snatched up by visiting Jedi as a Padawan? You arrange for her to be somewhere else while the Temple has 'visitors'! Ibani embarks on her first ever field trip. Unfortunately, even in another time she's a magnet for trouble and weirdness. (Warning in the second link for a very vague spoiler for Ibani's future canon.)
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Shortly after Lord Amuscat had arrived in Milliways, a non-stop feast began in her honor, although no one really arranged for it to happen besides herself. The afternoon blended into evening and the waitrats brought out the finest foods of the multiverse. Evening faded into night and she ate and ate and ate, and she drank the finest and most tastiest and most stupor inducing liqours and the most knurd inducing coffee, after which she spent three hours standing on a barstool with her face pressed up against the Observation Window. And the feast continued, even though her hot food had grown cool and her cold food became distressingly warm. There was always fresh food and drink being brought out along with the fluffiest pillows for her to sit on. The night gave way to morning and noon was creeping on in when Lord Amuscat bellied up to Bar (although somehow she still didn't have much of a belly) to find out what other delights Bar could offer.

Bar offers a bill instead.

"You cannot seriously expect me to pay!" she protests. "Every second that I refrain from destroying this place is more than enough pay that bill a hundred times over.

A napkin with writing appears on Bar's surface.

"So if I destroy the bar I get to meet the Landlord? Sounds like a net positive to me." Lord Amuscat begins gathering hakai energy to give Bar a chance to clarify.

Which Bar does with another napkin.

"Well, yes, that would be unpleasant," Lord Amuscat concedes, letting the hakai energy dissipate. Another napkin appears, and Amuscat grumbles "fine, I'll do that."

After a while, the Happy Hour sign goes up.

Happy Hour half price drinks
Rice Beer - Whiskey
Champagne - Calvados
Araq - BLT Cocktail
Malt Liqour - Kornbranntwein
Hard Cider - Mojito
Tequila - Cognac
Moscow Mule - Campari
Rum - Cusqueña
Vermouth - Margaritas
Sherry - Gin Sour
Gin - Martinis
Amber Wine - Awamori
Muscat - Pisco Sour

[ooc: feel free to catch her during her feasting (she'll share as long as she gets her first bite) or during Happy Hour. Or both, why not?]

1920s Sorcerous Gotham AU Selina

Aug. 17th, 2017 08:29 am
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[OOM: Weeks ago, Selina had a fortunate accident while on a job.]

Selina has set herself up at a booth, a variety of half-eaten snacks about her. Perches in her lap is a large book, a tome really, and she is doing her best to wrestle its secrets into understanding. In the shadows of the booth, one might detect the form of a cat, although since it is comprised of smoke and shadow, this may be hard.

"Ugggg, I need a break," she says, slamming the book closed and throwing it aside with no care.

"Perhaps greater care of the book might be prudent?" the shadowy voice of the cat says.

Selina scoffs. "This book has survived us stealing it and all that went wrong. I doubt I could hurt it if I tried."

[OOC: Finally bringing in my Roaring 20s, Sorcerers of Gotham AU Selina. More here.]

AU Week: Older Child Ibani

Aug. 16th, 2017 06:44 pm
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In one version of events, the young child Ibani stood in Milliways with a group of heroes ready to go back to her world and help free them all when something went wrong. Somehow, someway, she ended up on the other side of the Door with the door to Milliways shut and refusing to open again.

In another version of events, she grew to miss her mother so much she went back through the Door of her own free will, and was also unable to come back.

Either way, the years passed, her mother was murdered, and Ibani was taken for training as a Sith. For her, it's been 6 years since the last time she was in Milliways.

Which is why she's not expecting Milliways when she enters this time, dressed in the black robes of a Sith acolyte. She has a pyramidal holocron in her left hand and a Sith warblade in her right, blood still on the blade.

For a moment, just a moment, her eyes turn yellow with the Dark side as her anger boils. How dare this place turn up NOW, after she's already lost so much? After she's been forged into a weapon, after there's so much blood on her hands!

But she has better control now at 14 than she had at 8, so she takes a deep breath and puts the anger aside for a time when it will be useful.

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Aug. 16th, 2017 07:26 pm
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A Captain must know every inch of his ship, from the waste disposal units to the warp nacelles and back again. Thrawn has also learned that a captain had best keep track of which doors on the Cerberus are most likely to lead to a little place called Milliways, just so one is less likely to be taken unawares.

Which means his arrival in the bar today is most likely not an accident. A space at a corner booth to consider what went wrong -- and what didn't -- on today's away mission is not unwelcome.

And having a lunch full of the tastes of his homeworld without the slightly 'off' texture that the Replicator still provides is a very nice side benefit.

He takes pains to keep his red command uniform clean, despite the thick sauce on his noodles, because to do otherwise would shame his mother.

[ooc: Thrawn's Star Trek AU write-up is here!]

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Aug. 16th, 2017 08:21 pm
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Jim looks far more chilled than the last time he was downstairs. Okay, black leather still makes up the majority of his appearance - because it always does - but he looks far less sharp, far less strung out, and perhaps on the verge of relaxed. He's commandeered a sofa by the fire this time, lying over it and strumming an acoustic guitar, quietly singing some old blues tunes. 

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[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."

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Aug. 16th, 2017 08:37 am
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[OOM: Aboard the USS Ceberus…]

It has been a long, long 'day,' so to speak, but the case of the mysteriously distressed starship had finally been sorted out. Unfortunately, those in distress turned out to be smugglers, who weren't so welcoming toward a Starfleet boarding party, even one that had come to rescue them. That combined with their attitude toward the Twi'lek head of the boarding party, and Hera's more than a little ready for break.

And she might be in luck, as she walks through the door of the Bar, ahead of Kanan. She's looking back at him as she steps though the threshold, and so notices their surroundings a second after he does. They're both still in uniform, Hera in officer red, Kanan in security gold, both with their small Federation badges pinned to their chests.

Hera surveys the bar once, then turns her eyes again to Kanan. She reaches her hand back to him, with a small smile. "Shall we?"

Kanan smiles back, taking her hand. Together, they walk toward the Bar.

[ooc: Hera and Kanan are from a Star Trek!AU, writeup can be found here.]

AU week - continues

Aug. 16th, 2017 08:40 am
imthepilot: (AU - fly boy)
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There are, on occasion, advantages to rank. One of them being no-one can tell you off for commandeering an X-wing.

Bodhi was a pilot before he was a general. And he was damned if he was going to sit out the sky-funeral for the fallen pilots of the Endor assault on the ground.

He comes into the bar in the distinct orange jumpsuit, marked today with a black armband. He shakes his braided hair out of the helmet. It's times like this he wishes he still drank.

Caf would have to do.

[tiny tag: Bodhi Rook]


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