Shout outs

Sep. 20th, 2017 11:18 pm
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The rain and Fall weather has arrived here. I hope the weather's being gentle on everyone as there's a lot of it out there.

Barry gets sick, even his metahuman metabolism doesn't help him.

Sunshine goes forward. I hope it all turns out in a positive way.

Bonnie cleans up after the mess of the glittersnot plot.

What have you been finishing and enjoying reading?

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Sep. 20th, 2017 04:40 pm
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OOM: In the garage, Sabine and Cassian discuss rebelling against the Empire, the hope and the costs.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, Sabine Wren
OOC: Discussion of torture, no specifics.

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Sep. 20th, 2017 09:21 am
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The comfiest of the couches near the fireplace is taken up by a human-shaped Yrael, lounging in dark green pajama-pants and soft grey t-shirt, reading the New Orleans autumn festival calendar of events.

There is no glitter - there has never been any glitter. Yrael doesn't know what you're talking about.

Were you wanting the couch? Too bad.

Wednesday DE: Rain

Sep. 20th, 2017 12:29 pm
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 What is your character's favourite activity when it's wet and cold and icky outside?
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 [Today, the man who refuses to take off his mask with reddish eyes and complete with a gas mask is wiping the bar's counter]

Not sure who talked him into it, but he was providing today's happy hour.

The Helghast Colonel stood in the bar writing down specials for the day. 

"Welcome to my day"

Today's specials:

Fireball Whisky
Helghast Special- My own mix
Ludds Blood

The tables seemed to have some sort of theme today, they were covered with a blood red along with black line going through it.

Tuesday DE

Sep. 19th, 2017 11:22 am
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This is going up rather late, for which I apologize; just got off a flight. I almost did a travel question, this one occurred to me instead.

Does your character visit their family--whether genetic, formally adopted, informally adopted/just chosen and assembled like half our large-cast-protagonist stories are--often? (If they live with their family, assume holidays/important celebrations at or with visiting family.) How do those visits go, what are they like? Does your character enjoy them?

And for those characters who don't have family, do they wish they did or are they relieved to be spared the... let's call them 'complications' that can go with it?

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Sep. 18th, 2017 11:31 pm
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[oom: Fry's teacher receives some advice, and passes on some of his own to Fry.]

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Sep. 18th, 2017 04:58 pm
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How are you?
I'm Bing.
I'll be your Happy Hour Shift Facilitator for this evening...or afternoon. Maybe potentially morning?

Happy Hours available for this week include!

Today, or what's left of it.
And finally Sunday.

These shifts are free to a good home!
Please provide Time Zone, Start Time, and Character looking to 'Tend.


Also, on account of school having just started, I've fallen a bit behind on email correspondence.
SO! If you're waiting for a message from me, please to feel free to ping again.

If you have any questions or concerns or comments, there'll be a thread inside here for those too.

Have at!

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Sep. 18th, 2017 08:50 pm
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After Fry's little escapade onto the roof to escape the classroom noise, Mr Magnesium-Fitzgerald went first to grovel to the head, and then consulted Mr Irons for some more guidance.

"I understand what you're trying to do." Mr Irons said. "You want the kids to learn to make their own rules, so that they think and challenge why we do things a certain way. But you can't let them go all Lord of the Flies when you have special needs kids involved. Kids like Fry, and Bethany, they need rules and stability, and they need you to be the adult."

"Bethany's loving it." Mr Mags said.

"She might be loving it now, but if you don't keep her in line she'll struggle to adjust to Mrs Patel's class next year." Mr Irons said. "She might not have a formal diagnosis of ADHD but I can tell you, that little girl needs teaching correctly first time."

"I've got a plan." Mr Mags said. "I'll let you know if it doesn't work."


The next day he calls Fry into the classroom before the start of classes. Fry comes in, a little wary, wondering if he's going to get told off.

"Right." Mr Mags says. "Firstly. You don't go climbing any more ladders or buildings in this school, unless we tell you to, okay?"

Fry nods.

"Secondly, sit in your seat for a moment." Mr Mags says.

Fry sits in his seat. He's moved away so that he's out of reach of Ben, but he doesn't want to change tables, so Ben is still pretty close. To his surprise, Mr Mags measures a distance from him, gets out his phone and plays what seems to be some sort of background noise.

"Tell me when this gets too loud." he says, gradually turning it up.

"Now." Fry says.

Mr Mags walks around the other side of the table, measures again, and repeats it. Then he goes over to where Ben sits and repeats it again.

"What is that?" Fry asks, as Mr Mags goes over to the smart board. A collection of little speedometer-like things has appeared at the right hand side.

"Make a noise for me." Mr Mags says.

Fry hesitates, then starts singing a song they're doing in music. He notices the needles on the little dials go up.

"You know how we have attention points?" Mr Mags says. "Which I award to you lot for various things? Every table that keeps the dial under the red line for five minutes gets a point."

Attention points are a bit like credits. Fry doesn't like them as much, because the rules for getting them seem to be more random. But you do get prizes, like sparkly pencils, and this could certainly be useful to him. And he likes the way that your points flash up next to your mini-me on the class screen.

"How does it know which table is making the noise?" he asks.

"Because the detectors are on the ceiling, the same distance from the centre of each table." Mr Mags says. "It doesn't record what you're saying, just the volume. In fact, the software can even tell if the noise is coming from a different table, so you won't lose your points if the next table made the noise over the line."

"That's clever." Fry says.

"Thanks." Mr Mags says. "Now, let's see how long it takes your classmates to figure out how it works."

"You're not going to tell them?" Fry asks.

"Nah. Be patient. By the end of the morning, they'll be quiet as mice." Mr Mags says. "Including Ben."

Fry is doubtful about this. But to his surprise, his classmates spot the dials pretty quickly, and set about trying to work out what they are.

"Hey, table two just got attention points for not doing anything!"

"Our needle went over the line when you yelled that!"

"Say something again, see what happens..."

By the end of the morning, sure enough, everyone is being really quiet.


It doesn't last quite as Fry hoped. Within a couple of days, Ben quickly realises that if his table do go over the meter, that this is the perfect opportunity to make another loud noise, which he decides to do by dropping his desk lid with a BANG. After the third time he does this, seeing not just Fry jump but Joram also, Mr Mags intervenes.

"Whoever's doing that, knock it off."

"Sorry sir, my hand slipped." Ben says.

At the end of the class, Mr Mags calls Fry over again when the others go out for break.

"Mr Mags?" Fry asks, when the others have gone out. "Why do you pretend you keep forgetting everyone's name? I know you know who Ben is."

Mr Mags grins at him.

"You ever pick your nose when nobody is looking?"

Fry blinks. "Yes."

"People don't act the same when they think they're invisible. It shows you who they truly are." Mr Mags says. "Well, most people anyway, you're an exception."

He puts his feet on the table. Fry moves slightly away from them. He doesn't like Mr Mags' horrible hairy feet. Why can't the man wear shoes like everyone else?

"Fry, did Mr Irons ever tell you that whole 'Everyone has a story' thing?"

"Yes." Fry says.

"Want to know the next line?"

Fry nods.

"Everyone has a story." Mr Mags says. "But that doesn't give them the right to pick on you." He puts his feet down and leans forward. "Let me tell you something, Fry. In this world, some people are going to be mean to you. When you hit secondary school, you'll probably have a dozen Bens in your life. They will pick on you for being different. And that's NOT okay. And you are going to have to learn how to handle it."

Fry isn't sure what to say to that. Mr Mags continues.

"Some people have problems and act like jerks. Some people just are jerks. You need to learn how to handle either because Fry, in a few years time, you will not be able to run to a teacher without getting a rep as a tattle tale. Now that said, if you want an adult to step in here, now, you just say the word. You can come talk to me about anything. But I also want to arm you with skills to deal with things that are unreasonable and unexpected. Do you understand?"

Fry nods.

"So tell me." Mr Mags says. "Ben calls you a baby. What could you do?"

Fry considers this.

"I could ask him to stop."

"Good. What if that doesn't work?"

"I could ignore him." Fry says.

"Right. You could go off to find a friend."

"I could say something back."

"Yes. Though that might make things worse." Mr Mags says. "Because then it becomes an argument. So if you're going to do that, at least try and make it clever and amusing. And if anyone asks, you didn't get that advice from me. If you let Ben get under your skin, he'll see and keep doing it." He picks up his bag of marking. "I don't think Ben is going to do anything really foul to you, so why don't you have a go at fixing it yourself first, and then give me a shout if it doesn't work?"

Fry considers this advice over the course of the rest of the day. Ben lets his desk lid drop another couple of times. Hm. How does he reply to that? Asking him to stop and ignoring him hasn't worked, but what do you say back to that? It's not a word, it's just a noise.

Just at the end of school, as he's packing up his things to go, he suddenly gets an idea. He pretends to need the bathroom, and when he gets back to the classroom everyone else has gone. He goes to the craft drawer and pulls out a big tub of PVA glue, opens Ben's desk, and thoroughly coats the underside of the lid with the glue around where it sits on the bottom half of the desk. Then he carefully puts the lid down, making a rather satisfying 'squish' noise, grabs a paintbrush, and seals any gaps with glue.

He washes the brush, quickly replaces the glue, and runs out to the playground before anyone can catch him.

Monday DE

Sep. 18th, 2017 06:29 am
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What makes your pup nervous? 

exit post

Sep. 17th, 2017 09:02 pm
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After the glitter plague has passed, and after Emcee is no longer feeling its effects, he prepares for a little vacation of sorts.

So today, he comes downstairs, dressed in his black leather coat, and carrying an overnight bag. He only stops at the Bar to borrow a smartphone and to leave a note for Jay which reads:


I have gone to your Berlin to stay for a few days. I know we've talked about going back, so I've decided that it was time. I'll be all right -- I hope to see Alice and Jared again; I'm sure they'll keep me company just fine.

If anyone happens to ask about me, feel free to tell them where I've gone.

See you soon,

Emcee then pauses at the door just long enough to use a special key for the first time, trusting it to lead to the penthouse, and not a hail of bullets.

He turns the knob. Opens the door.

...It works.

With a breath of relief, Emcee hangs the key around his neck by its chain and slips through, closing the door behind him.

[OOC: Just an exit post! No tags please, only reactions if you feel so inclined.]

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Sep. 17th, 2017 04:14 pm
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Swamp Thing enters the Bar from outside, from his conduit through the Green. And he enters rather pissed. No smoothed down walking tree man today. No, he's ten feet all, body dripping with the waters of the Amazon, a distinct smell of mold, a distinct air of power about him. Slowly, he reduces his size, alters his look to something more benign (and something less aromatic). But his face remains a scowl.

Bother him at your own risk.

[ooc: spoilers for Dark Nights: Metal 2 possible]

Sunday Indulgences

Sep. 17th, 2017 09:37 am
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It's Sunday again, Milliways, and you know what that means...

it means you can never have too many hugs )

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Sep. 17th, 2017 03:55 pm
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Sinric comes in from his door, looking tired and annoyed, and not in the moods. He heads for the couches by the fire, curling up around the pillows. He's not crying, it's just a trick of the light.

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Sep. 16th, 2017 07:13 pm
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And the glittersnot plot has come to a close! Thanks to everyone who participated; I had a ball and I hope you all did, too.

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Sep. 16th, 2017 09:39 pm
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Bonnie has been laid up for a few days in her room, not infecting anyone with the glittersnot.

Now that she's finally stopped sneezing the rotten stuff, she's downstairs with a broom and a vacuum cleaner trying to hoover up as much of it as possible.

[ weekend entertainment ]

Sep. 16th, 2017 04:30 pm
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Happy Saturday, y'all! I've been listening to the Avett Brothers a ridiculous amount the past few days, so this comes courtesy of "The Weight of Lies":
→ Name one thing your characters have lied to themselves about, and explain why.

Friday DE:

Sep. 15th, 2017 08:39 am
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Oh shit, it's Friday isn't it? Well, I have no ideas so I'm pulling from the Suggestion Box. Today I'm using one from a comment of [personal profile] childofrebellion 's, which has a whole bunch of great ideas:

How physical in their everyday life is your character. Are they a hugger, do they like to lean on people?

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Sep. 15th, 2017 08:49 am
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Barry is dying.

Or rather, he feels like he's dying.

Actually, he feels like he'd rather be dead than whatever this is.

After a week of coming and going in Milliways and encountering friends who were sick and all the people who were down with it while he felt fine, Barry had figured he was safe.

But, as it turns out, his metahuman metabolism only managed to combat the bug long enough to lull Barry into a false sense of security, then quit the fight abruptly. Now, Barry is that guy, the one who never gets sick, but when he does get sick he gets it the worst of all.

On a couch near the fireplace, in a nest made up of ALL the blankets and wrapped up to his head, Barry suffers. He had every intention of quarantining himself in a room upstairs, but the trek was too much. So now he's huddled on the couch with his knees tucked up to his chest and just the top of his head sticking out of the blankets, with rats bringing him soup and more tissues to replace those covered in glittering day-glo orange snot overfilling a nearby small trash can.

His tablet is propped on a nearby coffee table, and Barry is watching old episodes of Bill Nye the Science Guy.

Don't judge him, just pity him and his miserable state.

[ooc: open forever although tags will get slow going into the weekend.]
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