Weekend Entertainment Part 1: November Test Drive Meme!

[havetubawilltravel]

Happy Thanksgiving Weekend (if you're USA-ian) and happy Saturday everywhere else in the world!d It's an app_this_plz weekend, and you know you've got characters you want to try out.


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[havetubawilltravel]

Pinkie Pie has commandeered the kitchen, having brought with her from Equestria two saddlebags filled with apples brought along from Sweet Apple Acres.

Soon the whole of Milliways is permeated with the scent of apples cooking; twenty minutes later, out pops Pinkie, laden with warm, freshly-baked pies. There's wayyy too much for her to eat all by herself (she swears); in fact, she might have made some extras for sharing.

Totally botherable.

Or This!

[stevies]

The sound of fabric rustling, a warm gust of herb-scented air, are the only things that alert you to her presence at first. Eventually you'll notice other things about the changed atmosphere; the low throb of Belladonna-era Stevie Nicks playing through the sound system, or the sudden sense of tranquility you feel for absolutely no reason at all.

This is the influence of Misty Day - witch, necromancer, healer and Stevie Nicks worshipper. She's gifted with the well-earned power of eternal life - and for somebody who's spent years alone in a swamp she's pretty well-adjusted. For somebody who just might be immortal, she's something of a sylph right now - but she's just trying to feel out this place's vibes. If they're bad she's history. But if they're good she might hang around.

Especially if the cake and coffee tastes as good as they smell.

[OOC: And have a Misty Day from American Horror Story: Coven, taken from around episode 6.]

far out, man.

[detoxes]

Is that Stevie Nicks?

She doesn't notice it at first. But - it's there. And that's just weird.

Mia looks up from her sketchpad and gives the bar a quick look-around from her seat. She's curious.

It looks like she's been sitting there a while. The ash tray is filled with squashed out cigarette butts, there's a pile of crumpled sketch rejects, and - yes - there's also an empty glass or two.

ttly!

[stevies]

If Misty could hear Mia, she'd be grinning at the very idea of being compared to her goddess. Sadly, she never did develop telepathy.

She can, however, sneak up on the unsuspecting without them noticing her.

And now Misty will study Mia's sketching with curiosity.

[detoxes]

She knows of Stevie. She knows of the Mac. Her mom made sure she had an appreciation for the classics.

Mia finds herself humming along, even as the music tapers off. Because it's not really there is it...? Who knows? Or - more importantly - who cares? She feels better, more at ease than before.

Her pencil taps at the edge up the sketchpad. Once, twice. Then she's back to work, unaware she's being watched. It's just observations today. The crumpled up pages are something a bit more fantastical.

[stevies]

And if she has any classic seven inchers, Misty might just have to borrow them. For strategic purposes.

Misty's honestly not being a creeper; she just hasn't ever been up close to an artist at work before today. She'll go on watching for a minute or two, just to see what the sketch shapes up to be.

[detoxes]

She doesn't! Unfortunately. But that doesn't mean she won't know where to find some.

Mia hardly calls herself an artist. She's still rusty, in her own opinion, even though she makes time every day to sketch. One of these days she'll buy new charcoals or pastels, some other things to work with...

It's nothing exciting, just a pencil rendition of the mess she's made of her booth's table. Every crushed cigarette, every crease of crumpled paper, every light and shadow.

[stevies]

To a neophyte like Misty, any kind of art is good art. It's very...what's the word? Photorealistic.

She finally speaks up.

"How long have you been drawing?"

[detoxes]

She looks up, then around.

"Hm?"

Oh - wow. Hello, new person. You're sitting a bit close there.

Mia tries to keep her cool.

"Uh - since I could pick up a crayon, pretty much. I don't think the scribbles started counting until I was four or five."

[stevies]

Swamp girl hasn't learned about boundaries yet.

Unless you mock Stevie. Mock Stevie and you walk.

"It looks like you've been doing it for way longer, man." She tilts her head. "I like the way you caught the way the spit shines on the cigarette butts."

[detoxes]

This makes Mia laugh. She sets her pencil down and smiles. "Yeah? Like in the womb or something?"

Sitting up at her table, she turns her sketchbook right-side up and gives her work a once-over. "Thank you. It's alright, I guess. Just random still-lifes. They keep you sharp."

[stevies]

"Don't bag on babies, man. They've got ways." The pictures are nice, and a nice, peaceful change of pace. They remind Misty of what her life was before, in the swamp. "A gal has to keep her muscles strong. You never know when you'll have to use them."

Katrina Crane, from 'Sleepy Hollow'

[never_lost_faith]

She walks in quietly, a redhead in black, from a misty autumnal forest.

She glides through the room as if she'd expected to come here.

Re: Katrina Crane, from 'Sleepy Hollow'

[1stwitness]

Ichabod drops his fork and heads for her at a near-run, dodging all patrons in the way.

[never_lost_faith]

"Ichabod!"

She forgets all dignity for a moment and meets him halfway, hair and dress flying.

[1stwitness]

"Katrina."

He wraps his arms around her and doesn't let go, face buried in her hair.

[never_lost_faith]

Silence, for a long time, while she clings.

"Finally, this is not a vision," she murmurs against his shoulder.

[1stwitness]

"No, my love." He pulls back just far enough to look at her. "This is real. Though I don't understand... how did you get away?"

[never_lost_faith]

"An oaken door appeared in the middle of that forest," she says. "I feel it behind me; I know I shall not, must not stay here. We both have many things still to learn and do, my love, before we may find a moment's rest and quiet here."

[1stwitness]

"Not for too long", he agrees reluctantly, "lest he come after you. But surely, a moment..."

[never_lost_faith]

"A moment, yes, to be again who we were," she murmurs against his shoulder.

[1stwitness]

"And will be again, one day." He tips her head up gently and kisses her, uncaring of anyone else in the room.

[never_lost_faith]

"Which is why we must both return through that door, however little we want to," Katrina murmurs into the kiss.

[vorpatril]

Ivan is yawning when he opens the door expecting his apartment in Vorbarr Sultana, preparing for Midwinter always seems to take longer every year.

As he walks in, he unfastens the collar of his dress greens and unbuttons his military coat before stopping as this isn't his apartment.

It looks to be a bar but he's not sure what one's doing in here so he slowly heads to the counter looking for someone to ask and Miles.

Potential spoilers for WTNV episode 36 ahead. You have been warned.

[librarians_hand]

A young girl, about thirteen years old, dashes into the room, panting and gasping for breath. She is tall for her age but stocky, with dark skin, dark hair, and impossibly dark eyes. She has a heavy bookbag slung over her shoulder and a gnarled, withered hand strung on a leather thong around her neck.

Once she's caught her breath, she looks around warily, holding the bookbag close to her body.

"This isn't the elementary school."

It's not exactly a question.