W.E.: Test Drive Prompts

[bjornwilde]

 So I got to sleep in but the Weekend Edition still needs to happen!

Since it is app time, how about folks tag in for prompts and fill them with any pup they are thinking of app'ing or wish they could app. If that is too structured, just tag in with the pup and see if anyone wants to try out a thread.

ETA: Tag in with your approved pups for prompts as well or tag new pups. Far be it from me to exclude folks. =]

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[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

Prompts Welcome for Audrey Parker (Syfy's Haven)!


And maybe threads? (Yes, no, maybe?) Definitely post-first entrance if so!

[defiantsheriff]

[Prompt: Fireflies]

"Hello there, what can I get you?" A rugged looking Lawman asks from behind the bar. He's busy polishing glasses but keeping a weather eye out for customers.

[moatswimming]

[OOC: Oops, beaten to it.

Well, have a possible-princess instead?]

[boghadair]

[And another princess.]

[defiantsheriff]

[OOC: Ya, sorry about that. I had tried to offer to take mine down since you always do this but you had already deleted yours.]

Nolan watches the woman curiously as he dries glasses from behind the bar. One thing for sure about this place, it has the most interesting clientele.

[OOC: And in the interest of full disclosure, I'm about to run to a yoga class so slows. Also, I am assuming you wanted a thread?]

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

"A different job?" Audrey throws back, the hook of a smile only on one part of her mouth. It's been an exhausting day, but actually not that bad of one. Just weird. Incredibly weird. Which just seems to be the norm in Haven since she got there, as crazy as that is.

"Or a dirty martini," she says, leaning forward on an elbow, blonde hair rippling against her cheek and shoudlers with each movement. "I'd be gold for one those, too."

[defiantsheriff]

She reminds him so much of Irisa when she was younger that a smile and a tearful eye greet her. (He's also twitching for a brush.)

"What can I get you miss?"

[defiantsheriff]

"How about I start with the martini and we can discuss the job once you're more relaxed?" Nolan says with a smile and sets about to make the drink. He does need to refer to the Big Book (tm) for the distinction of a dirty martini vs a typical martini but he makes it quite well regardless.

Setting it before her he smiles expectantly. "My first one."

[OOC: And I'm about to run to a yoga class. Slows?]

[dont_feel_it]

Prompts welcome for Nathan Wuornos! (Also from Syfy's Haven)




As in, the guy holding up a slightly damp beer coaster advertising the benefits of Ol' Janx Spirit ("It's mind-blowing" cheerfully proclaims the picture of a bipedal humanoid, whose head has been replaced by a smoking crater).



His eyebrows furrow, slightly.

[galactic_prez]

A rumpled flyer lands on the bar in front of her, pressed under the palm of one dubiously-ornamented hand.

The second hand holds a drink. (It is smoking. It is not, actually, a hot drink.)


The third one pushes back wild blonde hair from one forehead, clearing the way for one set of eyes to wink lasciviously.

(The other pair is staring contemplatively off into the middle distance. Or, they would be, were they not covered in pitch-black sunglasses.)

Both smiles are dazzling. The flyer says "Guided tours! Sail the Horsehead Nebula! Consult the gurus of Aberjonian IV? Marvel at the ice-planet of Forthinsia! A once in a lifetime experience! (Third trip half off)."

It's possible Zaphod doesn't precisely understand the subtleties of marketing.

"Hey, hey, hey," he says, sloping onto the bar in a jumble of limbs that someone manages to look casually, thoughtlessly, choreographed. "You like a girl who knows where her towel is."

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

[Of course, my dear! <3 Enjoy your class.]

"We could be discussing whether you get to keep your job, then, instead of me or mine," Audrey said a little more wan, even as she was picking up the drink that he'd set down. Pulling it up to her mouth and taking a fortifying drink. That's what off the clock hours were for, right?

"Not bad." There's a nod. She's had so much better and worse. But it was middle-good. "You know," she shot from the hip without any lead-up. "I didn't know there were bartenders working this thing-" there's a gesture toward the bar with her martini glass and her head. "-for drinks, too."

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

That's.

That's. Uh. Interesting.

Audrey and her martini glass might be staring a little.

Eyebrows pulling toward an obvious crinkle, as she said, "In my bathroom?"

[galactic_prez]

It's possible that Zaphod meant to pay his bar tab.


(At a possibility of 12, 348, 873, 125 to 1 against.)


But things just kept getting in the way. There was that Galactic uprising, and the supernova that wiped out most of the Eratus quadrant, not to mention he's fairly sure three races of sub-cellular beings are waging a violent war in the third-best sink on the Heart of Gold, plus he had that magazine interview, so, you know, he's been busy.

"Hey, baby," he tells the bar, stroking it affectionately, "you knew I'd be back. Right?"

The Bar is silent. The Heart of Gold lurks outside, engines humming in a way that sounds suspiciously like a self-satisfied chuckle.

Which leaves Zaphod behind the bar, searching through the bottles for something he can't remember and wouldn't recognize anyway, if he saw it.

But he'll make a you drink, if you ask.

It just might not be exactly what you asked for.

[galactic_prez]

Four eyebrows lift back at her.

"Not great planning for when you decide to run away to see the ends of the universe on a moment's notice," he informs her, sliding gracefully off a bar stool, before regaining his composure.

"Or is that innuendo? I can never tell with Earth girls. You're all so literal."

[yakalskovich]

I've already apped the character I was thinking of and retired another. And I have sekritly test-driven the charrie in a secret location. I think I can pull him off. I hope. I'm all good.-

**grins**

[defiantsheriff]

I'm glad I have such a good poker face (unless I am actually playing poker) 'cause I am *SO* curious as to this pup.

[defiantsheriff]

"I'm a volunteer barman today," Nolan replies with a friendly pat to Bar. "Old Gal needs a little rest now and then. Name's Nolan, Joshua Nolan if you want the whole story."

[OOC:And Yoga was canceled so I'm off to swim instead.]

[defiantsheriff]

And to make it official, prompts or threads are fine with me and this old man here. I will be slow though as I'm about to run off.

[dont_feel_it]

Someone quietly slides into the next stool, keeping his eyes on the list of specials, without glancing over.

"Abandoning the Gull already, Parker?" Quiet, not exactly angling towards conversational, but he's using more than one word. "Duke not up to the competition?"


He doesn't exactly look too broken up about the idea.

[yakalskovich]

If I do get him, he shall appear in due time.-

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

"Audrey Parker." Simple, to the point, with a nod that works as much for his giving as her own.

Holding her drink for a minute, even when she's still looking over her drink at the bar and the barman. Meticulously curious about this place as she is about her new home away from home. "So, you believe she's some kind of she, too?"

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

And unnerving. Audrey wants to add unnerving. That's what. Unerving and creepy. And she hasn't like missed out on the last hour and had like five of these drinks, right? She's not really one for drinking to excess in public. But one has to question oneself when faced with this kind of thing.


Or just blurt out -- "You have two heads."

And an extra arm. Like somehow he hasn't noticed that before now. Smooth.

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

"Duke's missing out," Audrey says, gesturing with her drink, even as she's looking up with a recognizing smile as her partner slides on to the nearby stool.

"We should tell him he needs to work out how to have The Gull appear in random doorways in all sort of buildings." Because it's still crackerjacks, but crazy has been her bag this last few weeks. People with things you can't call anything less than powers our of tv shows and movies back behind them. And this.

"I was headed for groceries, but who am I to argue with a bar telling me I need a drink now instead?"

[dont_feel_it]

"Not sure Duke's up for the challenge."

Straight-forward, with a brief incline of his head. A glance slides towards her out the corner of his eye, and a faint shadow appears at one corner of his mouth. "Hard enough he's got to try being a legitimate businessman for the first time in his life."

He's aware of the shady dealings surrounding The Grey Gull: the liquor license that was all too easy to acquire, the specials that appear seemingly out of nowhere, featuring shellfish everyone else is paying out the nose for.

Proof is harder to come by, though. And they've got bigger fish to fry than Duke Crocker and his attempt at aiding the community.

"Seems reasonable."

After all, he's not arguing it, either.

[galactic_prez]

"I find it's handy to have an extra around."

The shrug he gives, what with the two heads and three arms, is a complicated sort of affair, but he manages it with aplomb and knocks back the rest of his drink.

The set of ears on that head turn blue and start smoking gently -- coincidentally, much like the drink itself.

"What happens if you run afoul of an assassination plot and you only have one head? Well..." He considers, for a moment. "I guess it does give them an extra target."