(Long) Weekend entertainment, part 1: Test Drive Meme

[havetubawilltravel]

It's an app_this_plz weekend, so it's time to break down the walls and let in the new, the departed, and the already here with a Test Drive Meme!

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[dreamed_a_dream]

Fantine looks around. "So, what is this place, then?"

[claudiometer]

"Bar at the end of the universe. And the swankiest interdimensional space you'll ever see."
This from a girl with some kind of mechanical project going on the table in front of her. And short hair, but not viciously cut. and a blue streak (today) in said hair. And trousers.

[dreamed_a_dream]

"Interdimensional space?" Fantine blinks a few times. "What does that mean?" She pulls a threadbare shawl closer around her shoulders, shivering a bit. She's not sure what to do with this girl, but there's some... life about her that Fantine is drawn to.

Her own hair is roughly cut short, her dress was once nice, but dirty and threadbare, and she is almost painfully thin.

[claudiometer]

...oof. Claudia's thinking this looks like a job for spaghetti, but she'll wait until they're actually having a conversation for that one.
"It's... in between places. Not where you came from, not where anyone else here came from, but a few people do call it home now."

[never_shall_yield]

Javert glances over, away, looks back. And rolls his eyes.

'Of course,' he mutters, to himself.

A little louder; 'a place for strays, it would seem.'

[dreamed_a_dream]

"Strays, Inspector?" She straightens a bit tightening her shawl around her shoulders. "I am no stray cat."

[never_shall_yield]

'How not so? You scratch like one.'

The evidence is conclusive.

'Be warned; here, there is little chance of your saviour running to your rescue.'

[electro_kinetic]

"Milliways," says a plainly asian girl with a brightly dyed blue head of hair, wearing scandalously short denim cutoffs and folding dozens of sheets of rainbow-colored paper.

"...You okay?"

[dreamed_a_dream]

Fantine is taken aback for a moment at the woman's clothing, but does not comment. "I... will be alright, Mademoiselle." She clings to the threadbare shawl around her shoulders. "What is this Milliways?"

[rudderless]

Something about the woman's voice makes Eponine stand a little straighter against the nearby wall, that familiar note of exhaustion doubling and echoing in her own body. "It's a cafe," she explains, tone neutral, still trying to feel her out.

[dreamed_a_dream]

"I was not intending to be in a cafe." Fantine is thin, too think, and the threadbare shawl that she is clutching around her shoulders has certainly seen better days.

[x_coriare]

Halfway through the door, we have a young woman in a checked purple hijab scarf edged in tiny beads and wafer thin metal coins, folded over her mouth and cheeks to the bridge of her nose, listening to music through smallish earbuds. Though it's not the most conventional choice of music, it's putting a smile on her face. The expression can be read through the veil of fabric if you pay attention to the way the crest of her cheekbones rises with the music. (She may also have it turned up loud enough to hear, depending on how close you are.)

When she looks up at the bar, she switches to a little lost. "I think I lost my roommate."

[scots_wolf]

There's a tall blond man nearby, reading a book.

"Where were you going?" he asks, looking up at her.

His smile changes to something of an Oh, hello! type of expression.

[x_coriare]

"I was going to class," she says, indicating the bookbag slung over her shoulder; she's just wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. "I know I was right behind her."

[no_more_hiding]

A furred face and form that may seem familiar, but truly is not, looks up from reading a book written by Malcom X. "Who is your roommate?" He asks, thinking perhaps she followed her roommate here.

[x_coriare]

The face and glasses do make her smile, this is true--anyone she recognizes in the mass of people she really, truly doesn't is helpful--and Sooraya cocks her head at Hank.

"Surge," she says, with no real amount of unhappiness, though she and the other girl do not exactly get along. "Did you forget, doctor?"

[right_the_wrong]

So an alien walks into a bar and says, "Alright, who slipped me the Micky?"

[antediluvian_bookwyrm]

"Who has stolen my library?" Asks a very confused old woman. She is dressed in very fine, yet comfortable, couture and has a very strong gravitas to her. Taking a few steps forward with the help of a cane (ebony with carved flames), she lets the door close behind her and stands to wait for an answer.

[rudderless]

A small, chill gust of wind follows the opening of Eponine's door. Immediately afterward, a soaking-wet urchin in a peasant outfit stoops her way into the crowded barroom. She has been stricken silent by her confusion, by the sudden stroke of good luck that has befallen her in the form of this tavern.

But she is canny enough to know how to present herself, to seem worthy of charity, and if not that, seem innocent as an angel. She is proud, but not above picking pockets.

And it looks as if she's found a plump one.

Quite deliberately, she bumps into her target, sending both of them sprawling. She immediately begins to apologize for her clumsiness, her French gutter-rough but liltingly voiced.

Her fingers are light, sneaky.

She will not tarry long.

Her errand for Marius awaits, and she will not fail him.

[OOC: observer or possible robbery victim? The choice is all yours!]

[street_sparrow]

Someone, across the room, just in from a swim in the lake, has looked up and seen her.

Gavroche stops in his tracks, staring.

This is not like Grantaire's arrival. This is... different. And, approaching cautiously, waiting for her mark to move on before he closes the distance, her no-longer-as-little brother says almost in disbelief:

"Eponine?"

[rudderless]

It certainly is different from anything Eponine has ever experienced - she actually manages to get money from her little trick. She's happily counting out the bills she's swiped as she heads toward the bar when she walks directly into the man who's been staring so intently at her.

And she look slowly, slowly upward, into strangely familiar eyes. But that face...

...No, she doesn't remember that face.

That face, in her mind, is six years old and sleeps inside of an elephant and worships Enjolras. Still, he's clever enough to know her name, so she tries to appear most innocent. "Don't think we've met," she says, tipping down her head, the bills almost burning against her palm, guilt over her victory growing sharp and painful in her breast.

[moatswimming]

A very loud thud traces Winifred's footfall as she prances across the floor in a marching, playful cadance. This, observer, is the Spanish Panic, and you are bearing witness to its prancing intricacy.

Winnifred launches herself at the nearest person and hisses. "Quick, dip me!"

She's not going to lose this contest!

[moltease]

Click. Bang. Dink.

Click. Bang. Dink.

Mol's dealing with the fact that she has to share space with Brock Samson the only way she can.

By shooting things at the range.

Pity none of the targets look like Brock's head.

Click. Bang. Dink.

Interrupt if you dare.

[is_great]

"I'm just a poor ol' robot
in a galactic bar
I'm just a poor ol' robot
and..."

Abruptly, Bender stops strumming upon his large, golden and il-gotten guitar and cries out "oh, nothing rhymes with bar!"

PLENTY of things rhyme with bar, of course. You might wanna come and tell him that.

[boghadair]

There's a redhead.

She has arrows.

They're pointy.

Beware.