The Bar at the End of the Universe

At precisely 4pm (EST) on the afternoon of Tuesday, August 4, patrons of this particular bar at the end of the universe might notice the air conditioning suddenly shut off. The electricity is off too. There's no water in the taps.

It's assumed most patrons will wander down to the bar proper, as soon as they realise something is amiss. The bar is dark, the only light coming from the windows that open to the back. A peek out those windows reveals a baron landscape where once there was a field and trees, a lake, a garden, horse and walking trails, even a shooting range. All of that is gone now.

Even the door is gone. The darker side of the bar is completely dark and silent. The stage is gone, there's no piano for House, no stage for Sophie. At first glance, it looks like there is no way out.

The Drink Specials Board bears a note, for all to read. BY NOW SOME OF YOU HAVE FIGURED IT OUT. I QUIT. IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL. IT'S SIMPLY TIME TO MOVE ON. THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR WILL EITHER SEND YOU HOME, OR SEND YOU ON TO THE NEXT JOURNEY. DO NOT DALLY, FOR THERE IS NOTHING HERE TO SUSTAIN YOU. YOU MUST GO THROUGH THE DOOR. I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST.

And so, one by one, they go through the door. Most will find themselves relocated at Journey's End Inn, which may be described as Bar's cousin. Journey's End is not sentient. Patrons of Journey's End, sent by a force stronger than themselves, must take care of themselves and their basic needs. Information cane be found in journey_mods.




[OOC: All characters who wish to remain in the game must request membership in journeylogs, journeynotes, and journeyooc (logs, message board, and OOC respectively). Failure to do so implies you do not wish to remain in the game.]

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Humphrey had lived over a pub in London for about six months of his life the year he was twenty three. It wasn't too much different than this, but yet there was glaring differences, such as the fact that he could leave the other pub, and there was no magical provider taking care of him. Just old Tim, the bartender who had a bit of a gruff attitude and a very keen ear for bullshit. At least he didn't have to pay rent here, but he was still a bit iffy about how great it was.

He had chosen to spend his morning downstairs, enjoying listening to the other patrons more so than the silence of his room right then. He had a beer sitting on his table as he just closed his eyes-a good idea, since sitting and looking like he was staring without meaning to had lead to several bar fights in his past-and listened, relaxing for a bit and wondering if writing a play now would be worth it. Would he ever get back to have it produced? Did he write merely to be produced, or to write? There was a tricky question, one he smiled over.

That was food for thought to keep him busy for the morning, at least.

Dean had been in the bar a few days, long enough that he was familiar with how things worked. More or less, anyway. He was sitting at a booth near the observation window, watching the colliding worlds destroy each other, with an odd fascination.

Maybe someone would like to come and talk to him, before he goes mad from boredom. He has a beer and a pizza, he's willing to share the pizza, even though he could eat the entire pie by himself, he probably shouldn't.

Lorna is in the bar, wearing her uniform. She's been practicing with her powers, the regulators and health monitors that are imbedded in the uniform make sure she doesn't accidentally overload and kill herself.

She's just hanging out now, though, long, bare legs on the table, crossed in front of her. She's flipping through a magazine, but not really reading it. There's a cup of tea by her legs, but it's mostly empty and very cold.

Soon enough she'll get up and try to find some kind of excitment, but for now, the pictures in the magazine are a good distraction.

The Rani had been in the bar for quite some time, though it was unlikely that any of the regular patrons had seen her in the bar itself as she had mostly kept herself to herself, refusng to lower herself to spend time with the rest of the people that had been dragged here against their will. She had managed to work out most things for herself, since things were not that complicated. She had decided to spend the time she had been trapped here productively, having taken full advantage of the Bar's sentient nature to procure herself a number of chemicals and pieces of machanics.

Tday she was feeling almost sociable, though from the pile of paper, pieces of varying sizes of metal and the bottle of hyper vodka at her side it was not easy to tell that this was her state mind. Still it generally took a brave person to approach the Time Lady at the best of times. She was sitting below the observation window, looking up every so often to see the universe was about to end. There was something rather beautiful about the destruction that inspired her, not that she needed much inspiring.

Cookies, cakes, ice cream, fries, butter soaked seafood, salads (several different kinds), apples, oranges, pears, and an entire pizza, supreme, littered the table in front of Hedone and she was slowly working her way through them all. Hedone savored her food, which miraclously managed to stay hot, or cold depending, in the hours it took for her to finish.

One might find it odd for a deceptively tiny woman to have such a large amount of food in front of her with no one seemingly around to help her eat it. But that's only if one didn't know Hedone.

No one ever really expects to fall through a portal, the first time. That's why, when he hit the floor inside the bar, he scrambled up, hand going for the gun at his hip before remembering he'd taken the holster off.

He stepped back, hand still at his hip, as if he expected the gun to materialise there. LAPD Detective Dean Bendis has come to the bar at the end of the universe. Someone kindly please explain what's happened, before he destroys something.

Belle is in the bar and male again. He's been working with Alex to expand their family for most of the night, and it shows in his tired but relaxed demeanor. He'd just come down for a chance to stretch his legs, and get some tea for them both, to relax them before sleep.

But as always, he was drawn in by the people around him, losing himself for a moment in their feelings and thoughts and stories. There's never been a person more into people watching than Belle. He told Alex where he was, and that he would be a minute. Alex would understand, and probably come down to join him at some point. It wasn't like they had to be up early the next morning, or anything like that.

He drank his tea slowly, smiling softly over the rim.

Playing hide and seek was always fun, but to try and do so from the High Lord of Hell often got tricky. Saetan Daemon SaDiablo knew how to outsmart his father, at least as far as his little two year old mind thought. Never mind that he was also hiding from his winged brother. Lucivar was currently flying like a drunken bumble bee to avoid running into their Uncle Andulvar and Cousin Prothvar as well as their older brother, Mephis. Giggling, Daemon walked through the door and paused. He tilted his little head and glanced around. He toddled further into the room and looked. His lower lip stuck out when he noted that the door he came through was no longer there.

"Papa?" he called. "Mama?" He walked into the room more and his chin started to tremble as a few nearby benches started to wobble and rise.

"Papa!"

"Oh, isn't this nice?"

Hades walked into the bar with ease, no confusion, no upset, just as if he was walking into any other bar, in any other time, in any other circumstance. He wasn't surprised to be walking into the bar-well, perhaps not that bar in particular, sure, but he had been looking for a nice drink. He glanced back, noting the exits-because he could see the exit-before going to the bar and sitting down. Around him, the shadows seemed to settle as well, and he smiled a bit.

"What does a God have to do to get a glass of wine?" He asked, and there it was in front of him, "Ah. Ask, and ye shall receive. What a wonder," He took up the glass and drank it down, placing it back on the bar with a satisfied sigh, "And another?" And he was provided with more.

He was going to like this place. He was sure of it.

KK was enjoying having nothing broken for the five minutes it lasted, having a victory meal of cheesefries and a few beers. And she was pretty certain the Bar had made things malfunction, just to keep her busy, as idle hands and all that. Hence her ever-present box of tools.

Which probably meant she had to think up some more hobbies. And she did have all the time in the universe to do so and God knew there was enough weird people to pick up tricks from.

She was sprawled over two chairs at an empty table and grinning at no one, enjoying the music after not hearing any for over seven years. Not many new doors and she didn't really bother to think about her old world. Another warm ale swig went back and she sighed in peace.

River slipped downstairs into the bar, climbed onto a barstool and sat on her hands. Her body wanted to hit out at things, she could feel it itching.

So she closed her eyes tightly and waited for Belladonna to show up. She'd know when she did.

River always knew.

Aziraphale couldn't deny the worry he'd felt, at his realization that the goddess was upset over his- their- daughter. After everything that had happened outside the bar, it was distressing to feel even the temporary separation, from his lover. So despite being in the middle of his dinner- and the babe sleeping peacefully off to his side- he rushed up to Hedone's room, as soon as she'd asked. Food and sleep could wait, really- neither of them needed that. At least, not as much as Zira needed Hedone's company, her smile, her approval of the babe.

Despite the quick movement the babe just settled back to sleep against Aziraphale's shoulder, the picture of contentment, as he reached up to give a knock at the door. Unnecessary- he was sure the goddess could sense them, outside. But he'd meant what he said, about giving her space. It felt right, to wait rather than just letting himself in.

Perhaps because there was a lull in activity at the bar, no one would ever know quite why, the door opened. A dark haired young man stumbled in, half tripping over his own feet. Music could be heard, from the other side, if anyone were close enough to the door, to notice. He noticed the slam of the door, and the silence that greeted him, on this side. He frowned, and turned around, hand reaching for a door knob that wasn't there.

"What the hell?" he muttered, dark eyes shifting tot ake in the sights of the bar. This was most definitely not where he had thought to be.

Who: Cash and Dionysus
What: Alleviating Cash's boredom
Where: Dionysus' room
When: A day or so ago
Warnings: Oh yeah. NWS.


Cash had been pushed to make the post out of sheer boredom, and it had paid off. He'd first grabbed the attention of a beautiful young woman, blond and curvy. He'd been pleased with the reception he'd gotten from her, and now it was time to go upstairs and see what would happen with the young man who'd responded to his plea for entertainment.

He hadn't even asked his name, but Bar had told Cash the man's room number, and so he headed up the stairs with a spring in his step. he hummed, as he went, and when he arrived in from of Dionysus' door, he rapped once with his knuckles.

Simon was taking deep breathes as he sat at the table by the back of the room. He had never thought how he would take the news that he was in a bar he couldn't leave, but apparently the answer was to have some sort of panic attack. Which was just great, since the guy he had a crush on apparently was there, so he'd get to see that. Perfect. Just what Simon needed.

Shoulders hunched, he had his head between his legs as he fought a feeling a light headedness, he was trying to take deep, calming breathes but finding it hard when he kept thinking 'no way out, no way out!'. He felt like Leo Bloom in The Producers, yet he had no blue blanket to calm him down. Maybe Todd would help. Or make it worse. He didn't know. He didn't know, and that wasn't helping his anxiety at all.

Who: Lilith and Alfie
What: Biting Alfie, yay!
Where: Her rooms.
When: A few days back.
Warnings: Oh yes.

Lilith was craving a companion. With Davey and Lora not here and that fucking angel watching her like a hawk, she was relegated to room and to demanding blood off that irritating bar. So when she saw that lovely boy posting on the boards, she'd taken her chance. After inviting him up, she'd changed, done her hair, and asked for some disgusting mortal food to be sent up.

So when he knocked, she was ready.

Not far from the demon at the observation window, a priest sat at the bar, enjoying a bowl of ice cream. It was chocolate chip cookie dough, one of his favorite indulgences. He tended to eat around the chunks of dough, so he could savor them when the ice cream was gone. He wouldn't be opposed to company, he's really been quite board since he's been in the bar. He doesn't quite know what to do with hismelf, without his church.

There was a demon in the bar. Not as shocking as one might think, since said demon lived in the bar. He had a door, he could technically come and go at will, but he didn't see much point in leaving when he had everything he needed right there in the bar. Everything, except phone lines. No, the bar didn't use phones, but a message board for communication. He had thought that one up. He was rather proud of it too, excepting the loss on the telephone. He sort of missed the simplicity of phones, and the complexity. Phone lines were easy to manipulate, really. He once tied up the lines and redircted every call, so no one could call the person they were trying to reach. Ah, those were the days.

But, alas. There were no phone lines to cross. Only the message boards, which again, he took credit for. He could probably come up with some sort of devilish prank to pull on the message boards, if he really put his mind to it. He had a couple of ideas, but there were kinks to work out, and in the end, he was lazy. So, for the moment he was sitting in front of the observation window, watching the destruction of the world time and time again, fascinated by it. Of course, he was fairly certain he would continue to exist, even when man finally succeeded in destroying earth and space. He required neither, to survive, and he needed little more than his angel to thrive.

He struck a reflective, almost melancholy figure, standing there by the window, but he wouldn't mind interruption. Probably.