Weekend Entertainment!

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THE Milliways Test Drive MEME

HOW TO PLAY:

* Tag into this post with a pup you're thinking of apping to the bar with a brief EP set within Milliways and/or its universe. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup.

* If you already play at Milliways, feel free to tag in with your own characters and interact with the new pups. You can also post your own EPs for these new characters to thread with.

* Mingle, post, and have fun!

Comments

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah is in full costume when she comes into the bar.

By the time she gets halfway across the space, she's pulls her gloves off and stashed them in her jacket pockets. In a few more yards she pulls her wig off. Before she sits on a barstool, she pulls her jacket off and drapes it on the stool. When she sits, she kicks off her boots and they collapse together on the floor beneath her.

"I will have a margarita. And all the fried paradoxes I can eat."

Which is a lot.

[presspasskey]

Lois has never seen a superhero in costume before.

It may explain the slightly skeptical look from the girl sitting on the next stool over. Both her still-damp dirty-blonde hair and the way her shirt clings indicate she's had a shower--or else a dunking--recently. At least she found jeans; even a plaid shirt a few sizes too large just doesn't do the trick.

"Just get off work?"

[thenewblack]

What does Artemis have to do to get away from the League? Seriously!

Maybe she can just slouch her way outside inconspicuously.

Without any cover.

Or real distractions available.

[to_serve]

"If you make it a pitcher I'll buy the first one," offers a pale redhead in a smart suit. She leans against the bar but quickly stands, wincing from the pressure on a forgotten cracked rib.

[always_the_moon]

"What is the meaning of this?!" bellows the indigo-furred alicorn who just walked into Milliways. "How came this tavern to be in Our royal apartments?! Thy Princess demands an explanation!"

[presspasskey]

What the hell?!

For a moment, it occurs to Lois that saying the first thing to come to mind, to an irate... unicorn... winged... thing might be a bad idea.

"What the hell?!"

[fantastictrix]

Why is Trixie hiding under a table?

Because she can totally handle this.

[half_grendel]

Cal stares at the bellowing, purplish-blue winged unicorn--"alicorn" not being a word that he knows--and blinks several times. This doesn't feel like a dream, but still...unicorns with wings?

Still suspecting that this is a silly dream and watching her with a wary eye because she's bellowing, (seriously, it would be just his luck to get half-killed by a angry flying uni-pony, which would make his brother laugh for-fucking-EVER), he answers her.

"Sometimes good hotels have mini-bars in the rooms. Maybe this is the royal version. You don't get a small piece of furniture with booze in it--you get an entire tavern."

No, he doesn't believe it. On the other hand, he's seen weirder stuff than that turn out to be real.

[equalofheaven]

Sun Wukong had been enjoying a nice peach when the imperious voice ruined it. Looking down from the rafters, he realizes he doesn't mind as the horse thing that has come in looks like fun.

"I'm certain there can be many explanations; which would you prefer?"

[balancingminds]

Charles wants dinner and a pint and to not have to think about his current chapter for one night.

When he opens the door of what should be his local, he stares, puts his hand to his forehead to start listening as he heads towards the counter. At least this place looks like a pub.

(OOC: Charles is actively listening as he tries to figure out where he is.)

[thenewblack]

A pub during Halloween maybe. A lot of the outfits aren't generally found in Oxford.

The girl in green, for instance. The one with the quiver.

And a mind full of reviewed trick shots taken in the middle of street fights.

[heartofthedream]

There might be someone watching him, too.





Rather without looking at him.

[katyafeline]

After a moment, he gets a very clear, very Russian:

You know, that's rather rude.

[equalofheaven]

Such a lovely peach, a thought says from over there but, assuming Charles looks, the boy it seems to have come from isn't eating a peach. In fact, again assuming Charles focuses more, the boy is thinking of math and not peaches at all.

[the_less_perfect]

Oh. A bar.

Er.

That's new, Leo's got to admit.

Chirpily: "Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time until someone set one up."

[fantastictrix]

"S-set what up?"

No, no. Look down. Down at the little blue pony in the purple wizard hat and cape who is trying to act confident.

...trying. She may jump if he moves too suddenly.

[abetter_shot]

The door opens, and a young woman - red hair, expertly done up; impeccably dressed, if your standard is 1957 or so - peers around it, then steps in, rather cautiously.
"Jack," she says, after looking around for a few moments, "if this is your idea of a joke, so help me, I will Tesla you sterile."
(She didn't say it was Jack's fault. She just said she was going to blame him.)

[half_grendel]

"I don't know how you Tesla someone," says a pale, black-haired young man all dressed in black, "but it sounds painful. Does Jack often drop you in strange bars that contain purple flying unicorns?" And he jerks a thumb in the direction of said alicorn.

Yes, he's being a smart ass.

Yes, that question was more than half-serious. He has that kind of a life.

[orchidkaboom]

A woman dives in like something terrifying is behind her!

She looks around disbelievingly. After a moment she feels the back of her head.

She wasn't expecting heaven but she's got to say, this doesn't look like hell. And it smells too good to be purgatory.

[uptoeleven]

A confused-looking man with long, feathery 80s hair shuffles into the bar. He has a Gibson SG strapped to his back.

"No, no...this isn' it..." He turns around to go back where he came and runs into a bare wall.

He scratches his head. "Wandered into the...backstage pub..."

He's presently turning around in circles looking for a way onstage. Say hi to Nigel Tufnel, won't we?

I squeed very loudly when I saw this post

[hey35andholding]

Oh, we will.

Clementine is fluctuating between 'oh my Gods' and trying desperately to look cool. "It's not backstage. But I wish I was." Have an eager-looking groupie type. Who's also a cop.

[lunarwolf]

It reminded him of Willie's Roadhouse, and for a long moment, it was all he could do to stare forward, his mind racing back to the years before when he'd been living in Turtle Cove, taking care of grounds and building in exchange for room and board - all while trying to save the world.

This wasn't what he was expecting. He'd not been to a bar in a long time because he couldn't find a bar in this area that served mead or mulled wine. That was considered "specialty" alcohol, and he had absolutely no stomach for much else.

He'd expected the door to his rented room. This...

At least it didn't feel like Org magic. Still, he couldn't keep his eyes from narrowing suspiciously.

[balancingminds]

Charles is looking confused nearby and asks, "You don't know where it is either?"

The thoughts he's picking up on aren't actually helping as much as they normally do.

[to_serve]

Now what is this?" thinks a lady in black and red leathers who's just entered for the first time. She reaches behind her to catch the door before it closes to be sure of her exit as she decides if that mugger really came through here.

[equalofheaven]

Someone is in the rafters eating a peach with much enthusiasm but little decorum.

[no_spelled_y_e_s]

Eddie does not take well to things changing on him without his okay. Especially when "things" are his apartment. So it is an annoyed and armed (always) Comedian who walks into the bar and quickly pronounces, "Aw, fuck no."

[raptorcanaria]

The brunette at the bar looks over, and offers a smile that's nearly apologetic.

"Not looking for the bar?"

[likeaneedle]

This isn't Arya's first time into the Bar.

But she isn't quite a regular patron, either.

This is made obvious by the quick look of panic on her face before she recognizes her surroundings.

And then it's a matter of blending in, acting like this is a normal occurrence.

... and possibly looking for familiar faces.

[onabirdswing]

Rue may not be a familiar face, but she's friendly at least.

"Hello."

[havetubawilltravel]

Hear that vague sound, Milliways?

The sound of hooves landing on a wooden floor with a light, springy 'boing'?

It belongs to a bright pink pony who's literally bounding over the threshold of her door, wearing a multicolored Hawaiian lei, chewing a big wad of bubblegum, with a little green alligator tucked into her mane, and humming this song through her snout. When she realizes she's not where she was, she takes a very long pause to wonder just how the doorway to the library turned into a bar.

And then she grins. "Wow! Twilight Sparkle SURE has changed the library a lot!" she says, to no one in particular - possibly to the glassy-eyed alligator sitting atop her head like a hood ornament, and blows the biggest bubble she can manage. After it pops, she adds, thoughtfully, "I wonder where she put the books!"

Welcome to Milliways, Pinkie Pie.

[boomsticking]

Ash has been here before.

He doesn't REMEMBER being here, exactly, but he's been told he has.

Which is why he's hanging out at the back of the room, sinking darts into a target and taking random slugs of his beer. Some nights it just isn't worth trying to fight with someone else's old memories.