Long weekend and no Weekend DE? This will not do!

[bjornwilde]

So let's test drive pups as we've got a new App cycle coming! Also, it's been a couple of weeks since we've had one.

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

[tobenormal]

The coffee's gone cold as has the grilled cheese and chicken soup but Hank hasn't noticed as he's got a particularly tricky equation that just won't accept his solutions.

He should eat or take a break but what's the use of frozen time if you can't work on you thesis right?

[makesthings]

Sam's muttering as he enters the Bar, not even aware that he's not in his workshop. This spell isn't working how it should and he needs to figure out how to fix it.

He walks into Hank's table and almost drops the parchment he's holding, "Charter, didn't see you there."

[tobenormal]

Hank would be cool with this except his coffee mug has been knocked over, the grilled cheese has jumped from the plate and the bowl of chicken soup is heading for the floor. Hank's reaction is instinctual and occurs before he can even think about it. He snatchs the mug with his right hand (catching most of the coffee from spilling), grabs the notes the sandwich is threatening with his left and his right foot shoots out from under the table to grab the bowl of soup before it hits the ground.

His mind catches up with his body and he blushes, all awkward as he puts everything back down and replies, "It's okay. It's crowded tonight." Beneath the table he slips his feet back into his shoes.

[heartofthedream]

She has to think about it for far too long. It's not as uncontrollable as the first one will always be. It's warring with wanting to be. She'd had time to work on that one.




In the end, what's simply is easiest sometimes. On both sides.
From one table over. "It looks like coffee has gone cold."

[tobenormal]

His lips move as he looks up at the voice, echoing equations and logarhythms which short circuit when he sees the speaker.

"Pardon?" he says blinking. Woman, talking to me....

[monkeys_arecool]

There are rafters in the multidimensional bar at the end of the universe. Can anything be cooler? Obviously the 13 year old monkey boy who's running and swinging around them doesn't think so.

[sparkinsam]

There's a redhead lying in the grass outside staring intensely at the sky. The very idea that the weather here is being controlled by magic completely baffles her.

[monkeys_arecool]

Beast Boy stood watching the woman wondering what she was up too. He looks at the sky and back at her. Maybe she's cloud bursting?

[sparkinsam]

Oh man, she totally wishes she could do that. It'd be awesome. And probably make getting a meteorology job easier. Alas, no. Just a plain normal human who can't quite understand the bar's magic.

If she feels like she's being watched, she shows no signs of it. Or she's just super oblivious.

[itrunsinthefamily]

"--don't know why I even got the stupid thing if it doesn't - oh. Never mind."
That was the sound of Ruby trying to get her T-Minus thing to cooperate and walking into Milliways halfway through. For such a multi-dimensional IM client, it sure as hell doesn't seem to get much signal in Storybrooke.
But whatever; she's in a place where she doesn't have to serve anyone a goddamn thing and she is going to enjoy that. And so redactedLibertine - though Ruby frankly has no idea who or what's been redacted and why that matters so much - grabs some pad thai from the Bar and sets up shop at a table.

(Font color's cc0000, if anyone wants to troll her.)

[tokenhotgirl]

Penny's pretty sure that even after a double shift slinging cheesecake and burgers her apartment isn't supposed to look like a bar. Like a very large bar with some really freaky looking people. Given that she's still in uniform and reeking of the restaurant, it takes a minute of consideration before she shakes her head and mutters under her breath, "I need a drink."

Without further pause, she approaches the bar and plops down her purse; "Bartender!" she shouts. "What's a girl gotta do to get a cheap glass of wine here?"

[claudiometer]

"Asking usually works."
There's a redhead (with a bright green streak - this week - dyed in) sitting a few stools down. Her boss has not-so-charitably described her style as 'dressed like a thrift store fell on her,' which does about cover it, and she's in the middle of reassembling...
Well. It kind of looks like a gun of some kind and kind of looks like something that might be a prop from something Penny's neighbors would watch.

[tokenhotgirl]

"Yeah, well... waiting on a bartender. Guessing this place isn't known for snap-to-it customer service..." She pounded on the bar, peering toward the empty back; "Hello? Tired girl needs booze to make a little more sense of the bar in her living room."

She's pretty sure the explanation involves a massive blood clot killing her halfway up the stairs, and maybe hell's a place where they don't serve liquor.

With a frustrated sigh, she looks at the woman and then at the... thing that looks vaguely weapony. "Are you allowed to have that in here?"

[gavin62truck]

"Not much. Just stand there and look cute or hot or desperate, and eventually a guy who wants to get your phone number, or just plain ol' get into your pants, will shoot you a line that'll either endear him to you or make you kick 'im in the nuts, but you'll refrain from kicking him in the nuts 'cause you still want your wine, which the guy is willing enough to get for you because of the above stated reasons." Within the same breath and beat, he taps the bar. "Wine for the lady."

A glass of wine magically appears.

"Happy?"

[tokenhotgirl]

The blonde draws her lips together, regarding the older man with a look halfway between amused and 'you gotta be kidding me'.

He's got the same smug attitude her neighbors' creepy friend does about hitting on her, but with a lot more confidence and less aura of creepy desperate dweeb. It works for him.

"Sure," she eyes the glass of unidentified red, "but one question. How'd you do the party trick?"

For the new pups to play with.

[basic_powers]

Everyone has to start somewhere with their training. After that it's a long line of practicing and warm ups to try and constantly improve.

Today isn't any exception, for Tyler. He's got to warm up for practice with Splinter later. So for the moment, he's seeing how many origami decorations he can sneak onto the tables before someone catches him or notices. Or it's time for him to go upstairs and train, whichever comes first.

[gryphon_leaper]

There are boys and girls alike among the bull-dancers in Crete, and during they day they mix and mingle freely. At night, the young men have the run of the Labyrinth if they can creep out of the Bull Court undetected- and they usually do. The girls aren't so lucky; they're herded off into their own place, under the watchful eye of a priestess, to ensure no enterprising soul takes liberties with them.

Thalestris has been wanting to see the rest of the House of the Ax for some time, though, and so has been very carefully working at trying to get a bit of wall worked free without the priestess noticing. Today she finally got enough.


.... this is not what the dark-haired girl of perhaps fifteen, dressed in her quilted jacket and deerskin trousers (they're darker than her skin, the better for creeping away at night without being seen) expected to find on the other side of the wall.

[haole_cop]

The door open to the crash of surf and the cheerful sound of laughing children; it blows in a warm gust of salt-scented air. Danny knocks sand off his shoes as he heads in, stumping slightly with the unfamiliar cane while making his way to the bar, where he sits with a sigh, leaning the cane against his hip.

"If you love me," he tells the bartop, earnest, "you'll get me a slice of Mack and Manco's, and I'll pretend this is the boardwalk and not just another day in paradise. Deal?"

It doesn't take long, it never does, and he sighs when the pizza arrives, on a thin paper plate that looks like it has distinctly less structural integrity than the slice, and he presses his hands together, shakes them in gratitude.

"Thank you. This is beautiful, look at this. I'm back in Ocean City and everything is right with the world."

[tobeclosetohim]

"If you start leavin' kiss marks on the maplebaby, Mike'll have to have words with you."
Jo's got a bright flippant smirk, while tying on a small, low apron at her hips.

[singsometimes]

... that soft sound, using the words 'right with the world'? in a kind of unfamiliar tune?

That would be coming from one slightly wistful-looking, and attractive young woman. Her dark hair is tied into a ponytail, and she's wearing an adorable vintage-flavoured dress, likely something bought off ModCloth.

(Because it is.)

She has a glass of lemonade and a plate of fries in front of her, but the smell of Danny's pizza is pretty tempting to make her change her order.

[attilathesub]

There's a distinguished-looking teacher ensconced in the corner of the bar, sipping her tea and people-watching.

Anything's better than grading fourteen senior term papers, one of which includes the phrase 'The Graet Gatszby is gud'.

[gavin62truck]

Tommy's on-duty at the firehouse when he comes into the bar, geared up in his bunker pants and suspenders and boots, and an FDNY work shirt that also has his last name stitched over the right-hand chest pocket.

The clothes may have changed since high school, but some things stay the same -- the floppy blond hair, the irrepressible twist of his mouth, the attitude in every step. And when he orders a cup of coffee, his voice may have been roughened from cigarettes and whiskey but you can't outgrow a New York accent.

And of course you never forget an English teacher.

"Holy shit."

That...probably comes out louder than he intends when he turns and sees the stern-faced, silver-haired woman, and he gets that sinking feeling as if he'd just been sent to the principal's office again.

He wonders if anybody ever proved who'd written Mrs. Whorenak has a dick on the boys' room wall.

[nosuchpromise]

There's a brown-haired girl in orange and yellow robes standing near the entryway of the bar, looking around with wide eyes.

The last time Jinora checked, there was nothing on Air Temple Island that looked like this.

[common_sellsword]

Bronn opens the door, a thin smirk on his face.

"You'll see, Chiggen, they make one hell of a roast chicken..." The words die in his lips as he sees the inside of Milliways, though, one hand moving swiftly to the hilt of the sword sheathed at his side.

"Well what the..." His voice is a low, dangerous purr, eyes narrowed to slits as he surveys the strange place he's found himself in.

[the_huntsman]

The Huntsman had much the same reaction, only a few minutes previous. There's an aura around him, likely similar to the new man's. The aura that practically screams danger.

Of course, that's never stopped anyone starting a fight. Or him finishing one. He sits, tankard of ale in one hand, and watches as the stranger looks around.