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[hey35andholding]

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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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Multipup Test

[hey35andholding]

Pick your poison:

Pinkie Pie is in the kitchen, and there's a pink pony peeking out talking to her customer. "Did you want cupcakes or cookies?" *

Pam Poovey has stumbled on food heaven and isn't gonna stop eating until they roll her out of here on a stretcher. She might share her bearclaw with you if you're not an ass. Maybe.

Dorothy Zbornak has coffee, the morning paper and hot toast. Rose was singing showtunes on her side of the door. Pity her.

And Bender is...Bender. Which means he's trying to rig the Karaoke machine to spit out money instead of tunes.

(*Anyone who makes a "Cupcakes" joke will be poked with a stick)

Re: Multipup Test

[woman_of_valor]

"What flavor are the cupcakes or cookies?" Pinkie's customer (a seven foot tall woman in blue and gold armor) replies stoically.

[pickledtribute]

A lanky man with two days of stubble, bloodshot eyes, and a bottle of liquor that might be better for cleaning surgical instruments than drinking dangling from his fingers pauses in the doorway and blinks.


Just for good measure, since this bar in the middle of his house hasn't gone away, he blinks some more.

Nope.

"Well, hell." Clearly we've moved to the 'hallucination' part of tonight's entertainment.

[not_his_pa]

William looks up from his book at the curse and sighs, the man could have wandered in from the worse parts of Bisbee,

"You lost, sir?"

[pickledtribute]

A kid.

Well of course there's a kid. It wouldn't be his hallucination without a kid somewhere. Looks like someone from one of the poorer districts - Ten, perhaps. He wonders when the Careers will show up.

(The Careers always show up)

"Nope. Can't be lost in my own house."

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, but you ain't in your house, sir. This is Milliways. Though with how you've been drinkin' maybe you can't tell that,"

At least he doesn't seem like a fighting drunk which is a small mercy.

[itrunsinthefamily]

Red won't be going home for a while, yet. When she does, she's going to have to have a very long conversation with her grandmother about... certain information, and she needs to be sure she can get through that without losing her temper. Preferably without losing her composure, too, but... well. That may be a losing battle no matter what.

Besides, if Mary - Snow - is going to survive on her own, she'll need to know a thing or several more than she does right now about how to live off the land. The next people she tries to steal eggs from may not be so forgiving, after all.

Red is expecting to follow a set of rabbit tracks around a tree; she's not expecting the woods to change as she does so, but she smells it before she realises the tracks - and the light dusting of snow they were in - have completely disappeared.

"What in the names of the gods...?"

[pickledtribute]

He eyes the kid, fairly sure he wasn't quite so opinionated at that age.

(He was - that and more, but memory is kinder when under the influence of drink.)

"God, Effie would love this."

[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."

[onabirdswing]

There's something familiar about this man; Rue can feel it. She's sure she's seen him somewhere before...


Oh. That's right. Every year, on television, during the Reapings. District 12's only living Victor (well, before Katniss and Peeta came along, anyway). The man that Seeder said was Chaff's friend.



"Mr. Haymitch?"

[clovenpine]

It's late, the night before the Reaping, and this year, just like every year, she can't sleep.

Tonight's a new moon, so her chances of being nabbed for excursions after curfew by an overzealous Peacekeeper are slim to nonexistent. She slowly, quietly makes her way through the forestry apprentices' dormitory, headed for the exit door.

--and opens it to bright lights and a crowd of unfamiliar faces.

"Aw, hell," Johanna Mason mutters, and puts her hands into the air.

Re: Multipup Test

[sbpd_papabear]

Henry Spencer senses donuts and finds himself migrating toward the smell of cinnamon and applies and sugar.

"Hey... I'm pretty sure I smell a bearclaw in there somewhere..."

[orchidkaboom]

Amanda glances around to be sure nobody actually is threatening the kid, then aims a finger-gun at her.

"Pow," she says.

You know, friendly-like.

[clovenpine]

Johanna lowers her hands, and rubs her eyes once, twice, then slowly turns towards the voice.

"Oh no," she deadpans. "Now I'm dead?"

[orchidkaboom]

"Doesn't sound like it. Must have missed. I should've gotten the finger-gun with the sights."

[clovenpine]

"Should've," Johanna agrees.

She doesn't look like a Peacekeeper-- and Peacekeepers aren't exactly known for their senses of humor, either. And entirely ignoring the way "outside of the dormitory" seems to have turned into "interior of bar I probably can't afford to drink at"...

Still, can't hurt to check. "Are we getting on with 'arrest of delinquent apprentice,' or should I just march myself down to the Justice Building?"

[operates_cobra]

The boy who enters the Bar isn't originally looking where he's going, mostly because of the over-large illustrated book in his arms. Attention completely absorbed, it isn't until he bumps into a chair that he looks up.

After a startled look around him, and then behind him to where the door is very much not the one he was expecting, Henry starts furiously flipping through the book.

Maybe this is in here, somewhere--maybe the spell is breaking?

But he doesn't remember seeing a picture like this one in his book...

[orchidkaboom]

"Are you sure you're not an apprentice delinquent? You sound pretty new at this."

[clovenpine]

Johanna frowns. "New at what, exactly?"

[orchidkaboom]

"Not getting into trouble," Amanda suggests, "or maybe bluffing."

[clovenpine]

"I avoid trouble, as a rule," Johanna says, primly.

This may, or may not, be a complete and utter lie.

"Since it looks like a trip to the Justice Building isn't in my near future, do I get to know what the hell's going on here, at some point?"