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* 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!

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[not_his_pa]

William eyes him right back, "You want to know more or just keep drinkin'?"

[pickledtribute]

"Well go on and tell me, since you're so all-fired ready." Haymitch replies, sharp sarcasm in his voice, "Though I don't see what's keeping me from doing both."

He then proceeds to illustrate this. The burn of the white alcohol still isn't enough. Never enough.

[not_his_pa]

"Nothin' is. You're at the End of the Universe, there's even a Window,"

He gestures to the Window, normally he wouldn't but he's not feeling that hospitable.

[pickledtribute]

Haymitch looks, but rather fails to look impressed. They don't bother to teach much science or advanced history to kids from Twelve - he knows that once upon a time, before Panem, the country that stood there sent a few men to the moon, a few satellites up amongst the stars... but it all seems so much less important than other, more immediate concerns these days. So he really doesn't much know what a supernova is, or really much care. A supernova would actually sound like a pretty good idea to him.

"Yup. There's a window. Pretty sharp, there."

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, it is. Your first drink's free not that you'll be needed it. Ask the rats or Miss Bar up at the counter. There are three rules here; no outside business, no violence and no lewd stuff down here. You can get a room upstairs, fight outside and if your worst enemy comes in don't get started fightin' in here else you'll be in the cells."

[pickledtribute]

"... I'd say that was the most idiotic pack of rules I've ever heard of, but I'd be lying." Haymitch decides, after another swig of his drink. After all, nothing beats the rules of the Second Quarter Quell. Especially the unannounced ones. "You got a particular problem with me drinking, boy?"

[not_his_pa]

"No, sir, don't care if you do or not long as you don't cause any trouble for me,"

Drunks have a way of bringing trouble along after them.

[pickledtribute]

"You sure got a funny way of saying you don't care, kid." He points out - he might be three sheets to the wind, but unfortunately that can seem to stop him thinking.

Doesn't stop him from trying to get it to work, though.

[not_his_pa]

"I spend a good bit of time here and you're new, that means I'm tellin' you what you need to know. Don't mean I give a damn what you do with it,"

He just has a feeling Miss Barlow or Mary would give him a look if he didn't give some kind of introduction even to this man.

[pickledtribute]

Haymitch helps himself to the chair opposite William, spinning it around before making himself comfortable, his arms crossed over the back.

"Don't you, now? Pretty opinionated, for a little scrap of a kid."

[not_his_pa]

"I ain't that little and I'm the man of my family,"

Tonight he's even been in town making sure they're all paid up where they need to be. Horus is back home with Mark getting spoiled.

[pickledtribute]

"How old are you then - fifteen... sixteen?" Young enough to be reaped. Young enough to die for your viewing pleasure. "That's pretty damn young to be judging someone else, don't you think?"

[not_his_pa]

"Just seventeen and I ain't judgin', just said what I know of others I've seen that take to drink. I've seen it wreck a few families. I'm sorry for presumin' on your character, sir,"

Thankfully his father wasn't one but they're common enough in Bisbee.

[pickledtribute]

"Hmph." He eyes the kid blearily - he still doesn't remember who this kid's supposed to be - the most obvious choice, one of the two male tributes in his Games, isn't the right one. "Suppose that's better."

[not_his_pa]

"I'm William Evans and this is Milliways. Where'd you come in from?"

[pickledtribute]

"My bedroom." He answers - there's no one in the whole neighborhood to hear him talk to figments of his imagination, and he supposes it will help pass the time.

[not_his_pa]

"It's still there through the door you came through, time ain't movin' there. So if anyone's waitin' for you, they won't miss you,"

Though he's not sure if anyone will be waiting for this man, they might be.

[pickledtribute]

His expression hardens, and for a moment the killer that survived the Games peers through drink-deadened eyes.

"It's going to be one of those nights, is it?"

[not_his_pa]

That look makes William think of Charlie Prince and Wade and he rests his hand on his hip but there's no gun there,

"What do you mean?"

[pickledtribute]

He waves a hand, visibly attempting to ignore what he's taken as a very familiar, very painful taunt.

"You have to have something more original than that, surely."

[not_his_pa]

"I do, sir?"

William would really like to know what this man thinks he's saying and possibly a weapon.

[pickledtribute]

"Great. Now my brain's playing stupid. Surely I get enough of that up in the Capitol." Or in town, from people who have forgotten that 'Victor' means 'condemned'.

[not_his_pa]

"You're from back East, sir?"

Maybe if he just keeps asking questions, some sense will get through to this man.

[pickledtribute]

He rolls his eyes - he's almost feeling nostalgic now, for the hallucinations that come in and stick to rehashing the past without odd deviations.

"I suppose District Twelve is one of the more Eastern-most Districts." He allows. "Don't see what that has to do with anything."

[not_his_pa]

William sighed as right, another world, that would make sense,

"Nothin', never mind, different worlds."