Another Viv:

What was your character's favorite childhood toy? If your character is a child, describe the current favorite.

And shoroko, if work dies down, I'll tag this morning.

Hey guys.

I won't be on tomorrow or, very likely, the day after. I have surgery tomorrow to remove an endometrioma from my left ovary, and probably won't feel up to threading for a few days. I'm currently stressed out about the surgery, particularly the anesthesia, since I've been told by the nurse who did my pre-op work that I have an irregular heartbeat. (Great timing on springing that one, nurse.)

Hopefully it won't affect anything, though of course I worry about it reacting badly with the anesthesia. I haaate anesthesia with a passion, because, apart from being terrifying, I always wake up crying. The chemicals make my eyes water, quite literally. And they're still terrifying.

Anyway. This is just me saying that I'll likely not be around tomorrow and the night after, due to my surgery. I'll miss y'all, of course; just make sure to let me know what awesome threads I might miss. <33

Wish me luck.

G'night!

-Saph

[OOM: Trowa and Havelock meet, and converse.

You know. In a way.]

Simon's offer to help Kaylee in the kitchen has been politely but firmly turned down, and his offer to stay and keep her company turned down just as firmly.

Accordingly, he's removed himself from underfoot and come to the bar, where he's sitting at a table with a glass of iced green tea and working on convincing himself that he is not having an attack of nerves.

Not really an OOM:

Tom seeks out Havelock Vetinari, since Ingress is so keen on asking yet another stranger to teach her about sharp weaponry. The conversation goes quite well.

Ingress has a new teacher! Yay!

Caprica stills for a moment when the door opens onto the Bar. This hadn't happened since her time on New Caprica, and –

I'm a Cylon, Gaius. I lost sight of that.

As out of place as she may have felt before, apart from her siblings and among mostly humans (even if they aren't from her world), it could only be worse now.

On the other hand, it hasn't changed that she could use a break from the others. There was already talk of what would be done with Gaius, and she's grown tired of the way the Sixes are looking to her. She knows they won't vote without her consent, not on this. But the truth is, she's not sure what her vote should be.

Admit that you need me.

The door closes behind her after she steps through – Caprica slips into a chair at a table near the wall. A few moments later, she's sipping from a cup of coffee, and thinking that maybe she should have ordered something stronger.

I would like to propose a plot (which has already been mod approved). A wacky, open-ended body swap plot, to be more specific!

On Thursday, April 1, there will be an April Fool’s Day post to facilitate body swapping galore. Currently, I can offer Mojo Jojo who will, after one too many piña coladas, accidentally leave his Evil Genius Body Swapping Ray Gun™ on a table. OOPS! It can then be used by whoever picks it up and points and shoots to do a switch-a-roo with a friend/enemy/frenemy/innocent bystanders/whatevs. At the end of the day, the Loompahs will place the ray gun into Lost and Found.

(And why wouldn't people just use the ray gun to switch back right away? Because it gets hot and you drop it, or you’re too stunned, or, oh, I don't know. Make something up! Logic is all well and good until it gets in the way of hilarity!)

Mojo will put up a sign on Sunday that says "Missing - Evil Genius Body Swapping Ray Gun™" on the bulletin board to prompt characters to look in Lost and Found. Then they can retrieve the ray gun and return themselves to normal.

What would be even funnier is to have more body-swapping devices in the initial April Fool's Day post. Exploding curry, technology, potions, or whatever devices in your canons that make body switches - if your character could leave it behind/drop it/hide it in plain sight, post here and let's see if we could add it into the mix! (For ideas, please see http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FreakyFridayFlip). All of these devices would disappear into Lost and Found over the weekend, through whatever contrived means we need to concoct, and be reclaimed on Sunday. Or left in Lost and Found - your call.

This is purely optional and purely for fun. You and your partner in crime determine length of time of swap (people can certainly think to check Lost and Found before Mojo posts his sign) and levels of angst and/or crack to which you aspire. In the past, body swaps have been signified by using an icon to represent what your character currently looks like, and I’d recommend that for both the convenience and the hilarity.

Please feel free to use this entry for planning silliness. Even if no one else has a body-swapping device to offer, we have Mojo’s ray gun to make this happen. *cackles*

So here I am, still ac adapter-less, and I just got a notice from my school housing people. Turns out their lease with my apartment complex expires next Tuesday and I have to be completely moved out by Monday. Meaning I'll likely be away for some time while I'm choking down this plate of bullshit and chips since it means moving my internet connection again and possibly getting a new address to my ac adapter.

Just affects people threading with Mia and I plan to be around as much as possible before the move is complete.

[A little pie goes a long way.]

Half an hour after this eventful day, Ramon has never been so glad to see this place in his entire life.

OK, so he's only known about it for about six weeks, his time, but that's not the point. Anywhere that isn't home is welcome and Maria doesn't know about any magical bars, so he's safe here. As soon as he walks in he heads straight for the bar, still dressed in his stupid tuxedo that has blood on it if you catch it at the right angle, still hot and very obviously not his usual self.

There must and will be alcohol. Vats and vats and vats of alcohol.

There's a cheerful pink-haired goddess behind the bar.

The specials board only says 'Riesling'.

Then, there is a long battery of slender brown bottles with scrolly labels put up on the bar, and several stacks of small wine-tasting glasses.

And pretzels.

It has been quite a while since last time, so The Devil once more has a sign on her table in a 'central' booth, where it will be the most visible. To pass the time until someone approaches, she is playing the violin.

Free Advice

Relationships, lifestyle changes, legal choices, business goals, personal goals, career goals, education goals, religious beliefs, personal growth, motivation, inspiration, no matter what, let a Celestial Entity offer you guidance on what has you worried.

No compensation of any kind is expected, no responsibility for any unfortunate consequences is accepted.

Under it all, there is a line in smaller print: Help Wanted, inquire here.

There is a girl with a cybernetic left forearm at a booth, working on her laptop, wearing her beloved university babydoll.

...

There is also a sign on the table.


GENIUS FOR HIRE

Computers and electronics in general, particle and kinetic weapons, advanced vehicles, cybernetic limb replacements, HE suits, robots and androids, inventions.

Inquires welcome.

Looking for Astronaut with EVA experience.


Hopefully there will be business this time.

From Viv:

When did you hear about Milliways? Why did you decide to app and play here? How did you decide which character to debut?

The ball seems to be closer and yet farther every day. Jane has not gone looking for the Bar but she's found it today as she's considering something she wrote a while ago.

Her thoughts keep straying to Mister Lefroy but he has returned to London and may not come back for the ball.

It is best to move on and do as her mother would wish even though she doesn't wish to. In the end, it takes her rather longer to find a seat as her thoughts are not truly in Milliways.

Parker still has no idea how Kiseki managed to escape his paddock. All she knows is that he is in no mood to go back in anytime soon. She’s been stalking him around the open area by the lake, armed with a lead line and a can of grain, jacket zipped against the evening chill, for the last forty minutes.

A couple of times she’d almost gotten close enough to snap the line onto his halter. At which point the bay gelding had tossed his head, kicked up his heels, and taken off again.

Standard horse-speak for Hahaha! Faked you out!

Parker plops down onto the ground with an exhausted huff. Kiseki is several yards away, happily cropping grass. Parker shakes the can of grain.

“C’mon, Kiseki. I realize it’s spring, but you’re a gelding. You have no wild oats to sow, remember?”

Until he decides to turn himself in, company is welcome.

Ah, the eating of the green. Believe it or not, they still make green beer and green corned beef hash in his era, in places that are not actually Ireland. Jim would rather have have Aldebaran whiskey, which is green without any help, but that would be far too strong for him to get back to duty today.

Still, Jim doesn't mind being served such delicacies, seeing as he might be of Irish and not Scottish stock. At least according to the inhabitants of one of his favorite getaway spots. And it's pretty good hash.

Come say hi to the captain and his emerald food.

[ooc: There will be much in the way of slowtime but mun will take as he can, as always]

Jo Harvelle bartending at the Bar on schedule. Who woulda thunk it?





Jo's tying on her apron, low on her hips, but her hair's staying down.

"Happy Hour. Come and get it."


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