Shout outs

Aug. 16th, 2017 10:04 pm
ceitfianna: (Charles/Erik-remake the world)
[personal profile] ceitfianna posting in [community profile] ways_back_room
This AU week is full of great stuff and a returning Milliwaysers too. I'm only listing three here, fill up the comments with what you're loving.

Ibani continues to be heartbreaking.

Star Wars as Star Trek with Hera, Kanan and Thrawn is so cool. I love this.

Succulent AU, I love that this happened.

Housefilk Coming Sept 3!!

Aug. 16th, 2017 08:20 pm
sdelmonte: (Default)
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Hear ye, hear ye!
There will be a housefilk on Sunday, September 3 (the Sunday of Labor Day weekend) in Kew Gardens Hills in Queens, New York, at the home of [personal profile] sdelmonte and [personal profile] batyatoon  . The festivities will run from 1 pm to approximately 5 pm. The address is 144-32 71st Road, accessible from the LIE and GCP, and by subway and bus.
Interested? Reply to this post and let us know. And spread the word!
Need directions? E-mail me at simondelmonte @

AU Week: Older Child Ibani

Aug. 16th, 2017 06:44 pm
last_kallig: Feyne-taken from Hollow-Art (Default)
[personal profile] last_kallig posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
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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[personal profile] grandadmiralartcritic posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
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 05:42 pm
skygiants: the princes from Into the Woods, singing (agony)
[personal profile] skygiants
It's hard for me not to unfavorably compare every Isabelle Hollington Gothic to Trelawny, the one with the identical non-identical constantly-swapping twins, but The Marchington Inheritance runs a reasonable second for batshit plot resolutions.

Our Heroine is a children's book illustrator named Avril, which would be fine if she were not ALSO notable for her family reputation as a Strung-Out Sulky Counter-Culture Fight-The-Power Teen Rebel with constant Rage Against the Preppy machine, which meant that I had "Complicated" and "Sk8er Boi" stuck on rotate in my head for the entire duration of this novel. THANKS, ISABELLE HOLLAND.

spoilers are full of hilariously plausibly annoying children )

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Aug. 16th, 2017 08:21 pm
just_cant_lose: (AU Week - Hands)
[personal profile] just_cant_lose posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
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. 

feminine_menace: (Let Me Be Real With You)
[personal profile] feminine_menace posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
[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.]

Wednesday DE: More AU

Aug. 16th, 2017 12:01 pm
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[personal profile] ostro_goth posting in [community profile] ways_back_room
 As it's AU week anyway -- remember the old Hogwarts AU we had on MM back on LJ? Even if not -- who would your character be, what House, student or teacher or other? Death Eater or Dumbledore's Army?

Current events

Aug. 15th, 2017 10:30 pm
filkerdave: (oh good god)
[personal profile] filkerdave
We used to agree that Nazis were the bad guys.

Me meme? Don't mind if I do!

Aug. 15th, 2017 07:17 pm
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[personal profile] misslucyjane
Blatantly stolen from [profile] musefool, here are the first lines from a few of my current WIPs.

The weather was so fine that day that when my afternoon art class (eighteen first-, second-, and third-graders) begged to have class outside, I agreed.

The boy was maybe three years old, much too young to be on his own in the crowd of Library Square.

The Funeral Blues of Barnaby Sloan
At precisely eleven fifty-five on a Tuesday morning in January, Barnaby Sloan put the papyrus he was poring over into its storage box, packed his laptop in his backpack, tucked the backpack into a cubbyhole in his desk, and left the documents room.

Cosmic Latte
Grad students could not live by study alone, Dylan said, so Jacob went with him to Zebra on Saturday night.

I don't think we're supposed to post anything for [community profile] unconventionalcourtship before our posting date, so I'm going to leave that story (technically, those stories) off the meme this time.

I've got more Scrivener projects that are still just ideas than I realized. And then there are a few that are going to be rewritten from word one, so they're somewhere between idea and WIP. And there are still a lot of ideas on the Big List of Next that aren't even projects yet.

Waugh. So many words, so little time.

AU week - continues

Aug. 16th, 2017 08:40 am
imthepilot: (AU - fly boy)
[personal profile] imthepilot posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
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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Aug. 15th, 2017 08:23 pm
childofrebellion: (Furrowed brow)
[personal profile] childofrebellion posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
OOM: Providing a ride.

Cassian comes through the front door with a wince and a yawn and heads to the counter. As he sits down, Bar provides a first aid kid along with coffee for him, he smiles which makes his lip start bleeding. While he tends it, he tries to find a comfortable way to sit, he hates cracked ribs as the only way to heal them is to wait.

He stares up behind the Bar as there's apparently a plant in the bra behind the counter. Slowly he sets his coffee down and gives it a mist, maybe its a patron, Milliways is always surprising. Then since he's in the back, he takes his coffee and goes into the kitchen to remind himself of what's back there. After a look, he comes out to sit again and on a napkin starts writing possible recipes to cook.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, AU week
OOC: Warning for violence in the OOM, not graphic. Catch him at the door, counter or kitchen.

Testy Tuesday

Aug. 15th, 2017 09:41 am
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[personal profile] inlovewithwords posting in [community profile] ways_back_room
Morning, Milliways, or whatever time of day wheresoever you are!

Thanks to the next two days of my life:

How does your character prepare for tests? This can be literal tests--a school exam or final project, tryouts, contests--or more metaphorical ones, like a life or death mission or preparing to tackle a problem more boldly and publicly and possibly confrontationally than before, or even something others might thing mundane but which is a serious emotional challenge.

Does your character cram heavily right before? Do they just punt studying/preparing altogether no matter the circumstances? Do they work better with other people, or alone? Does it make them panic, or does it give them focus? If different kinds of tests make them react differently, that's interesting too! Why?

Succulents AU

Aug. 15th, 2017 07:11 am
tire_moi_mes_bottes: (Tillandsia neglecta)
[personal profile] tire_moi_mes_bottes posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
A small air plant--spiky, free of any soil, perhaps a bit dry--sits on top of the bar. Now and then as one of the Milliways doors opens with enough force to create a draft, it skids a few inches along the surface.

((Pffft, sorry, sorry, forgive me, I dared myself to do Succulents AU this week, but then Jehan-mun beat me to it. It's all a bunch of nonsense. Bossuet is an air plant, a Tillandsia neglecta, currently homeless. Feel free to interact, but be warned that he's, you know...a plant. Please don't throw him in the fireplace.))

Flail! Flail flail flail!

Aug. 14th, 2017 10:27 pm
chanter_greenie: an older house and surrounding autumn scenery (Wisconsin autumn: smells like fall)
[personal profile] chanter_greenie
Oh my goodness. I've just made a fool of myself in front of a favorite author from childhood. ... Well, left a comment on an unrelated subject on a post of theirs, and had them respond in a manner that did not immediately suggest 'buzz off, ya weirdo', but... eek! Their name's similarity to an author from way back in little Chanter's formative years is not, in fact, a coincidence, and I just realized that eek eek eeeeek! It's them!

Info back here, which devolves into stream of consciousness squee and literary memories pretty quickly. )

I really, really sharding well hope I didn't just creep out that author...

AU Week EP -- with dragon!

Aug. 14th, 2017 09:53 pm
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[personal profile] electro_kinetic posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
The shaking of the ground that happens under an eighteen-ton animal landing is formidable: it's noticeable even to those of us used to it, and the animals that cause it. Noriko, case in point, is very used to feeling incredibly tiny in comparison to her dragon, who is more than capable of carrying her in one taloned hand. Which is what he's doing, until he sets her down quite gently. He lowers his huge draconic head and Noriko leans herself fully against it, stroking the scaly, bone-spurred hide. Noriko might be overlooked against the massive riot of color that is the dragon: he's variegated blue in color, shading to orange along the length of his impressive wings, barred with black and white at the edges.

"Aki, look, this is where I was telling you about. It looks like Laggan, doesn't it? Short of the beach. Not sure how that got there."

Akihiko seems far more interested in protecting the human leaning against him than in exploring the outdoors--or contemplating letting her into the building he's certainly not fitting into--but Noriko will drag him around to it eventually, making him at least look around the place. Already she's considering wading into the lake once she gets out of her boots and stockings.

Feel free to stare! They do make quite a picture.

Hǎo de, shǒuxiàng!

Aug. 14th, 2017 07:39 pm
gramarye1971: Jim Hacker about to receive some illegal alcohol in "The Moral Dimension" (YM: Diplomacy)
[personal profile] gramarye1971
As a small bright spot in an otherwise dismal weekend, I received a AO3 message requesting permission to translate Resource Allocation, the extremely silly Harry Potter/Yes, Minister crossover drabble I wrote ages ago, into Chinese. So with thanks to [ profile] liangdeyu, 【翻译】Resource Allocation资源分配, is now available. I'm very pleased to see it.

(This does remind me that at some point I need to pick up a copy of Yes, Prime Manipulator, a book about the Chinese translation of YPM -- Hǎo de, shǒuxiàng -- written by the translator.)

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Aug. 14th, 2017 04:27 pm
dwellsinthedetails: (what in the world)
[personal profile] dwellsinthedetails posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
When the door opens this time, it's on what looks like a school dormitory, and a teenage boy who's utterly absorbed in the magazine in his hands. The change in scenery doesn't slow his stride at all, nor does he look up until he runs into an obstacle he wasn't expecting.

Unfortunately for Yusuke, that obstacle happens to be running smack into the observation window.

His eyes go wide, and he immediately reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a decent-for-circa-2016 smartphone. Whatever he was looking for on the screen must not have been there, though, as he frowns and puts it away again. "...ah."

This is clearly not the dorm, but neither is it a cognitive landscape... yeah, he's officially flummoxed.

[tiny tag: Yusuke Kitagawa]

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Aug. 14th, 2017 05:23 pm
mnt_mike: (Default)
[personal profile] mnt_mike posting in [community profile] ways_back_room
Greetings Cats and Kittens,

First things first:
All completed apps have been processed.
If you have a sec, drop by the Cast and Contact lists to make sure my data entry remains...just good enough to get by.

Second things second:
Happy Hours this week are...

Today, or what's left of it.
Tomorrow, all day.

I think that's all that's I've got.
Have at!

::slinks back in::

Aug. 14th, 2017 04:22 pm
dwellsinthedetails: (welcome home)
[personal profile] dwellsinthedetails posting in [community profile] ways_back_room
...Hi guys. Long time no see.

This is Jill, a Milliwayser of the old school, saying hello from sunny windy-as-hell North Dakota. Some of you may remember me from such characters as Jane Lane, Angel Dumott Schunard, and Claudia Donovan (she might make a reappearance if I can figure out what she's been up to); since drifting out of the game, I've moved halfway across the country, gotten married (yes, to Quinn), taken up modship at another DWRP, and fallen headlong into Persona Hell, which finally moved me to come back here.

For my triumphant return I'm bringing you one Yusuke Kitagawa from Persona 5, a melodramatic art nerd who occasionally dresses up in funny clothes and summons a thief of legend to fight cognitive monsters. You know, as you do. I'm working on enabling Quinn to a castmate, but that didn't pan out before the end of this past app round. (I also won't be diving into AU week... this time, but someone please tell me Conversations With Dead People is still a thing.)

Good to be back, y'all. And now, THE ENTRANCE POST.
starrydome: (Hugo)
[personal profile] starrydome posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
The door opens and a man enters, wearing a nice if not quite fashionable suit and a shirt with no tie.

He is carrying a leather satchel and a stack of papers in one hand. Papers that slowly start fluttering to the ground as he stops, staring around him in surprise.
And wonder.

{ooc: meet Sophus, a nice and slightly lonely psychologist, widowed, from a reincarnation game from ages ago. Also post and run}

Henrietta McCoy, rule 63 AU

Aug. 14th, 2017 01:22 pm
no_more_hiding: (r63AU: Facinating)
[personal profile] no_more_hiding posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
The front door opens and a woman walks in, talking into a voice recorder typical of the late 70s. She's wearing a loose blouse under a white lab coat, a loose, black skirt that billows about her knees, and shoes somewhere between Birkenstocks and fingerless gloves. Her hand-like feet might have something to do with this last.

"Dale, new student preliminary induction. Subject S.S. Male, early teens. In good health, based on medical records. Mutation has manifested and is currently uncontrolled. Perhaps a matrix like that I made his brother might be of help...."

Catching the scents and sounds of a bar instead of her lab's office, she stops and looks up from the file folder in the hand not holding the voice recorder. For a brief moment, she might has turned a shade blue.

"Stop. Dale, new report. My office seems to have been replaced by a bar. All senses support the visual, although there do seem to be odd echoes. Many patrons are present, and not all appear to be fully human. I am unsure if this is an illusion or if I have moved to a different location. I felt no noticeable transition if this is a different location."

Help a scientist out?

[OOC: Hank is now Henrietta and is coming in from a week or so before XM: Age of Apocalypse. About the only difference, AU-wise, is that Henrietta has embraced her mutant "deformity" as it frees her from having to appeal to the male dominated society and allows her to express her intellect. She does take the formula to allow an easier time in meeting new students and their parents, but only then. Where other people of her reality have swapped gender, I don't know.]

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Aug. 14th, 2017 09:08 pm
is_the_motion: (young Bonnie)
[personal profile] is_the_motion posting in [community profile] milliways_bar
[OOC: AU writeup.]

The door opens, and a young woman pushes a little girl in a wheelchair that appears to have been constructed from parts of a motorbike sidecar. It's a little bit on the heavy side, even with all the bits Bonnie has hacked off it in the process, but on the other hand, it looks pretty cool.

Bonnie skids the wheelchair to a halt at the bar, and the girl laughs. Bonnie moves around the front, and signs rapidly at the girl, before getting drinks from the bar.

"All right, Alice." she says, signing at the same time. "Quick break, and then we're gonna go see the horses, okay?"


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