Weekend Entertainment #2 - April Test Drive Meme

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It's app_this_plz weekend! Belly up to the Bar and come test with us!


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[foxy_woman]

Well, this... isn't her shop. Rosalee pauses, her arms full of cardboard boxes, the contents rattling as she shifts her weight. Considering how... varied her life has been since moving to Portland she can't say this is the most weird thing that's ever happened...

But it's close.

"Monroe?" It's worth a shot.

[herr_bookman]

"No," Autor says, looking up from Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks at his seat on his flying carpet. "It's Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe."

[foxy_woman]

Well. That's... different.

"... Are you aware that you're... hovering?" You know, just in case he hd missed that.

[herr_bookman]

"Yes," Autor says, glancing down to his carpet. "It's one of my favorite states to be in, hovering. Would you like a ride?"

[foxy_woman]

She stares for a long moment. Actually, no, she woges, but since he doesn't echo the gesture, the idea that he might be a Wesen as well is put aside.

This is all very, very strange.

"That sounds like something out of a particularly disturbing fairy-tale."

[herr_bookman]

Autor laughs, short and sharp. "Does it? I can guarantee that I have no interest in your first born," he says, barely able to keep the sardonic tone out of his voice. He shuts his book and floats closer to her so that she can inspect the carpet. "It's perfectly safe. You never know when you'll get another offer to ride on a flying carpet, you know?"

He inclines his head. "But let me introduce myself first, so it's a less seedy deal. I am Autor, a simple music student, not a wizard or any other type of magical person."

[wannab_hokage]

A boy wearing orange clothes drops from the rafters. His fox whiskers twitch with the confused look that he give her, "What is a 'monroe,' dattebayo?"

Of course Naruto is wearing his headband, blue cloth with a metal plate attached to it.

[garde723]

Izana is looking down as she enters the cleansing room and so doesn't quite notice they are not where they thought they were heading. Fortunately, they are still wearing their skin suit and haven't undressed for the examination.

"Wah?!?!"

[cassiefuckingcage]

Corporal Cage is having an awesome day. Well, maybe not awesome, awesome. Cassie Fucking Cage has pretty high standards as far as awesome goes. Fetching an endangered Edenian talisman from a tomb in the middle of a warzone? That's awesome. Shots with Jennifer Lawrence at the Golden Globes afterparty? That's awesome. Fuckin' killing a core workout and hitting the bag like a fuckin' boss? That's just productive.

She's changed her workout gear for a set of green Army fatigues. She carries an olive-drab duffel bag at her side. Next: the firing range. Those chevrons on her shoulder won't be making any new friends if she doesn't keep her battle skills sharp during slow periods like this.

She opens the door. Surprise, surprise, no range. Instead there's this fucking place. Definitely not anywhere on-base - she's always wondered about the officer's lounge, but there's not a chance in hell it's this nice. The nonhumans lounging around the back make it a dead giveaway - yup, it's another realm. (She can't front, though - the fully-stocked bar's a welcome change from the last other realm she visited).

"Okay, which cosmic anus have I been sucked up this time?"

[lt_blade]

Sonya...was in serious need of a shower. Exercising horses for a living may've been fun, but mucking their stalls wasn't. Much as she'd gotten used to the smell and had been through worse messes, it didn't cover the fact that she was mucking stalls.

Dressed in jeans and a long sleeved workshirt, Sonya emerged from the stables into the man bar. Habit (mixed with a combination of hope and hesitation) made her look towards the entrance to see if her door had appeared.

Instead of a wooden door, she almost swore she was looking through a mirror. If the girl's hair was longer instead of cut short, Sonya swore she was looking at herself nearly..fuck, ten years younger. Then the girl's words registered with her: fucking milliways.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain composed. "This is milliways bar..though right now I'd compare it to the Twilight Zone."

Or.well, a bar within the Twilight Zone.

[cassiefuckingcage]

There's a look about Cassie most of the time. It's halfway between smug smirking cockiness and narrow-browed determination. A look that says "No biggie, I've got this." A look that makes people either trust and admire her or hate her fucking guts. Either way, she'll kick your ass or be your best friend before you know what hit you. And sometimes both.

That's not the look on her face right now. Right now, there's nothing but slack-jawed confusion. Maybe a little fear. Because it doesn't make sense. She of all people knows what General Sonya Blade looks like. And this isn't General Blade. Even if it does look just like...

"...Mom?"

Inhale, Cassie.

[lt_blade]

Sonya knew that look. She saw it in herself so many years ago, before Lance, before the Black Dragon...before everything turned the cockiness into a need just to survive and get her men out alive. The ambush with the Black dragon was only several years ago-had she changed that much?

The girl's reaction snapped her to attention, but her response only made her more confused. "I'm..I'm sorry, but..who are you?"

Maybe it was a good thing Cassie wasn't a mind reader, but certainly if there were any telepaths in the room they would've been getting a whole lot of cursing right about now. The girl looked so like her, and called her mom-she couldn't be a mom. Back home she was still trying to escape from Outworld, and here..she'd only had sex once and even if the condom failed-she could see nothing of Athelstan in the girl's looks.

She could..oh lord, she knew those features.

[cassiefuckingcage]

Hopefully Sonya doesn't take a hard look at the name patch on Cassie's front breast pocket.

"It's...it's me, Mom, it's...Cassie. But you...you're..."

Young. Younger than she's been since Cassie was a little girl. Maybe even before that. Even in Beverly Hills, this would be a medical miracle. Is that why she doesn't know her? But how?

Well, sorcery, obviously. Gotta be. The big kind. The kind that's never good. What she wouldn't give for a rifle right now...

"Who's done this?"

[lt_blade]

She's too focused on the over all image to look at her name patch. She called her mom, and the look on her face when she told her otherwise.

Cassie....her grandmother on her father's side was named Cassandra.

"No one..." Without really being aware, her hand set on the table to steady herself. Tsung was the only sorcerer she was aware of, there were rumors he could create clones-but he wouldn't create one of her and still have her in the army.

Deep breath Sonya.

"This place, it likes to mess with timelines." She forced herself to remain calm, her officers demeanor taking over. Freaking out would do neither of them any good. "For me, it's the year '93. I don't know about you."

[metallicmajor]

Jax peeked around the corner cautiously. He didn't see any Shadow Priests around, but he wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse. They seemed to be everywhere since he arrived in outworld. For them to not be guarding a valuable prisoner's cell didn't make much sense. He had seen them drag Sonya in here, barely concious. They had to be around here somewhere. Maybe he would get her out of that cell and back to earthrealm before they noticed. Yeah, and maybe Johnny Cage would finally get a little less ego. He peeked into the cell door, seeing Sonya laying on a cot, back up. After the whipping that he'd seen one of Kahn's guards lay on his partner, he just wanted to get her the hell out of here. Taking another look around, and not seeing anyone, he took a few steps back, and charged the door.

Much to his own surprise, he wasn't in Sonya's cell. In fact, this place looked like a bar. It reminded him a little of Charlie's, a local hangout back home. But the weird humanoid and not so humanoid clientelle told him that he was not on Earthrealm, and this sure as hell wasn't Outworld. Had he walked into a Shang Tsung trap, or something? He eyed his surroundings cautiously, looking for anything he could recognize.

After she's settled in

[cassiefuckingcage]

Cassie is leaning back in her stool when the door opens. This time her face lights up. Now that she's gotten over the first big whopper, another familiar face is a welcome sight. It's one of the perks of having a stool facing the door. She raises her glass.

"Hey, Jax! Welcome to Boozerealm!"

She likes her name better.

That works!

[metallicmajor]

Jax looks at her oddly. She looks strangely familiar, but not really. But he does recognize the uniform, at least the insignia. Special Forces.

"Boozerrealm?" Jax asked, confused, as he walked over, "And how do you know my name?" He would swear this was a Shang Tsung trick, but no one was attacking him. Not yet, anyway.

[cassiefuckingcage]

"They call it Milliways, but, eh. I call it what I want."

Whatever, it's Boozerealm from now on.

"I'm Cassie. Sonya's daughter? Though judging from the, uh...hair color, that hasn't happened yet from where you're sitting."

She sets her drink down and gives that bombshell time to breathe. Mostly because she's still trying to work out how in the wild blue fuck to explain this place.

Well. Might as well start from the top.

"This is the bar at the end of the universe. I haven't been here long, but going from what I've heard this place yanks people from throughout space and time more or less at random. No one knows who's doing it or why, but we do know it's not any of the usual suspects."

[metallicmajor]

"Sonya's daughter?" Jax said, a little stunned. The Sonya he knew wasn't even intrested in dating, that he knew of anyway. He raised an eyebrow at the rest, too, "So this isn't a 'we're going to invade every universe thing?' No Shang Tsung sorcery?" Jax asked, mainly clarifying. He looked her over hard. She did look alot like Sonya. But she also looked like....Oh, no.

"Your dad....A List?" Jax asked, a little scared of the answer. She had Johnny's swagger, and his mouth. Although that could be Sonya too, if you caught her at the right moment. But it was her eyes that were a give away. He lifted his boots, shocked when a rat scurried past, "What's with the vermin around here?" He asked her, confused, his eyes scanning her uniform for the rank, and catching her name tag. Oh shit, Sonya and A List? Jax just shook his head. Of all people, A List?

[cassiefuckingcage]

Cassie smiles. "Twenty years on and all grown up. I'll be sure to tell Dad you called him that. He's always talking about his big comeback."

She credits all those Internet thinkpieces about how Ninja Mime is an underappreciated classic. God bless Buzzfeed.

Cassie raises her palms. "You've given me a lotta questions to answer at once there, Jax. Though I can't say I blame you. Wanna have a seat and talk this over? First drink's on the house."

She skirts around a giant rat. "Oh, and, uh...don't mind the waitstaff. They're sanitary. I think."

[lt_blade]

Sonya didn't see him come in-she wasn't seeing anything. For once, she managed to snag herself an empty sofa by the fire and using it to take a nap. Sleep was still hit or miss with her, and while the bar was noisy (herself being a light sleeper), it was a sort of white noise that allowed her to zone out.

She would've certainly not resembled the woman Jackson saw chained in the arena. Sure, she was still on the thin side, but not nearly as emaciated or sickly as she was last, and her clothing consisted of jeans and long sleeved shirt, not the rags that were once BDUs.

[metallicmajor]

Jax continued to scan the bar, looking for anything familiar. His jaw dropped, as he saw....that looked like Sonya. But Sonya was passed out on her stomach - her back a meat puzzle - a few minutes ago. This woman looked more like Sonya normally, like when she was relaxing between missions. He stepped past the other odd patrons. No one seemed to even notice him, as he approached slowly for a closer look. He breathed a sigh of relief, it looked like Sonya, and she looked as good as the last time he'd seen her - at the breifing before she went to Shang Tsung's island.

"Sonya?" He whispered, his voice still a little stunned. He wasn't convinced this wasn't a Shang Tsung illusion.

[lt_blade]

She didn't hear him, not entirely. In her sleep fogged brain (for once, no nightmares) noises were muffled and didn't entirely reach her, especially not with him whispering like that.

Her only reaction to his calling was to frown in her sleep and turn over so her back faced him.

[metallicmajor]

Jax smirked when she turned over. She must be comfortable, he'd only seen her do that a few times, and it was usually when they were undercover and she was off duty.

"Lieutenant, front and center." Jax barked at her in his major voice. If that didn't get her attention, he didn't know what would. He'd learned a long time ago not to shake her, even if she was having a nightmare.

[lt_blade]

Relief may've been a better word: she never knew the next time she would have a decent night's sleep. Any attempts to shake her would've led to a reactive slap without her even being aware.

His words on the other hand, or rather, the tone his voice brought on-that woke her up from her sleep. That they were called 'drills' for such a reason was often a long time joked-that the orders and voices were drilled into soldiers' heads, they joked that if someone gave the order at a military cemetary, the graves would open and the corpses would quickly fall into formation.

At his barking, Sonya quickly sat up from the sofa, barely even awake. "Sir!.." She frowned, realization settling that she wasn't actually anywhere near on base. "Briggs.....the hell?"

She frowned, turning towards him as it hit her. "Jax?...." Her voice cracked, eyes blinking as though to be sure it was him and not some lucid dream. "Jax..."

In less than a nanosecond, Sonya jumped off the sofa and immediately wrapped him up in a big hug. This was no dream-he really was here.