Bring Your OC/NPC To Bar Day!

[bjornwilde]

A great idea from yakalskovich :
We all tend to have them -- NPCs back in our pups' worlds that we play in OOMs, either characters from canon or OCs for backstory or post-canon plot. For example, there is the Sandhu family for Guppy, the Gotlanders for Teja, the personnel of the coffee house and the SOFs for Sunshine -- you get the idea?

Imagine that, for one day only, your character can bring their friend(s) to the bar; tag in your pup entering with their plus-however-many, then tag out with either your bar pups or their companions to the other one-day visitor.

This works like a fourth wall breakdown or party post -- the more, the merrier. Have fun!

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[1stwitness]

"I told you it was real", Ichabod says triumphantly to a small African-American woman in a police uniform, as they step through the door.

...you'll have to forgive Abbie for the staring.

[onceholyknight]

Michael is at the centre of a mass of children today, all of them his - the smallest, Harry, is sitting on his shoulders, and the other very young ones are trying to climb up to join him.

Daniel and Alicia, the second and third oldest, promptly intervene to pull them off.

[iamhismummy]

Nancy is surrounded by children too, but these are thinner and more ragged than Michael's.

"You can eat", she warns them as food floods forth from Bar, "but if you make yourselves sick, you're cleaning it up. We're guests."

[damncompass]

Joshua walks into the bar wearing a suit, tie, and Eye-of-Horus pin. With him is an imposing-looking bald Middle Eastern man with the same pin.

"Oh, well, I guess we're not going to the meeting. Welcome to Milliways, boss?"

The man laughs for a moment, looking around. "It hasn't changed a bit."

"... of course you've been here."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"... uh."

Ellen's just going to be right here snickering at the completely discombobulated look on her red-robed companion's face, thanks.

[hecu_marine]

"Okay, I got the door workin', Momma," says Shephard as a stocky gray-haired woman comes through. "You stay here'n I'll go see if I can't git Jan or Mari or somebody else to come'n see."

"Well, it's about time," Kate Shephard mutters. "With the way I've been hearin' about this place I'd've thought it would've invited me in itself by now."

[ostro_goth]

Teja comes hurrying in through the door, carrying an orange kitten that is badly bleeding from a torn ear, and walks straight to the infirmary with the little creature.

He didn't slam the door hard enough.

"It didn't close!" declares a youthful voice from outside, and then the door pushes open, and a brown-haired teenage boy walks in.

"That's where he took me before!" declares somebody much younger, and a little blonde girl of about six years follows.

And then, there is an avalanche of children, oohing and aahing; the oldest is a girl who's almost a young woman, the youngest are twin girls, and a tiny boy of not even two. In-between, there are...

Many.

Milliways has been invaded by tiny Goths.

[ostro_goth]

"My pa always says parents aren't tree-trunks!" giggles a little boy of about seven, in medieval clothes, but with an anachronistic cowboy hat that has definitely seen better day.

He's one of quite a large group of medieval children who have wandered in.

[onceholyknight]

"That's what we say, too", Michael says with a smile, as Amanda and Hope abandon him to go and meet these new friends. Harry, not to be left out, starts wriggling to get down before simply taking a dive into Daniel's waiting arms. Even Maggie lets go of Alicia's hand, timid though she is.

[ostro_goth]

"We're Goths!" the little blonde girl declares. "From Gotland! We have a farm with cats and horses, and our dead king lives here!"

[onceholyknight]

"We're from America", Amanda says boldly, and then Hope says, "Is your king a vampire?"

"...Hobbit", Alicia says chidingly, "you can't ask that." "Why not? Is he a ghost?"

[witchfinder_general]

Father Harman enters, as usual, with a stack of papers; but unlike other times, he's followed by a small blonde woman in a lab coat.

"... You know, Pearse, I was wondering what you were doing in that supply closet you tend to pop into for a few seconds," she says, conversationally.

Father Harman turns around.

"Hello, Angie," he says. "Didn't I just leave your office before I came here? What are you doing here?"

"More importantly," Angie says, "where is here?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Two figures burst through the front door without warning, from the middle of a fight. They are covered in blood and gore, the original shades of dark grey and black of their clothing shaded a wet, dark red-brown. The taller of the two is able to catch the other, strong and swift, just in time before her momentum barrels her into the nearest table.

Even as the door slams shut behind them and the smaller of the two figures regains her balance, Con is still on his guard, looking around the strange place, whereas Sunshine, seeing where they are, lets out an audible sigh of relief.

"It's okay. I know where we are," Sunshine says.

[witchfinder_general]

Father Harman is there with a small blonde woman.

"Seems the door is making exceptions today," he says to Ellen while his companion is looking around with an expression only slightly less discombobulated than the Scribe's.

[peerless_thayet]

The Queen of Tortall realizes that should word of what she's about to do get back to either the Lioness or Raphael, she might expect some trouble.

Thayet doesn't care.

The Queen of Tortall, in this case, does what she wants.

"Abigail, Grace, Jamie... Welcome back to Milliways." She meets Abigail's stony gaze. "Or welcome for the very first time in your case, Abigail. I'm sure Bar will recognize you regardless, since she shares memories with Mike."

Beat.

"Poor thing."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Seems like it," Ellen says. "Jerald?"

"Everything's new here," Jerald mutters, and then shakes himself off. "Um. Hi. I just- don't mind me, I'm going to be goggling for a bit, okay?"

"He's usually better than this-"

"No I'm not."

"Okay, fine," says Ellen. "Jerald, this is Father Pearse Harman, and I don't know who the woman with him is or I'd introduce you. Father Harman, this is my husband, Scribe Jerald Cancio of the Brotherhood of Steel's Order of the Sword."

[witchfinder_general]

"You need help," declares a small blonde woman in a lab coat and with a no-nonsense attitude "Have you been in an accident?"

[witchfinder_general]

"It's nice to meet you, Scribe Cancio," Father Harman says. "This is my colleague, Dr. Angela Marsh. It seems she saw me walk into the supply closet that sometimes leads here."

"Surveillance records show that Pearse pops in there," Dr. Marsh says, drily, "with files, and pops out seconds later with completely different files."

[ostro_goth]

"He died in battle before I was born," says the oldest girl, "and this is his afterlife, it seems. He's neither ghost nor uncouth revenant!"

[onceholyknight]

"Oh." The children consider this, but seem to accept it as easily as children will - although Daniel is still frowning slightly. "Teja and the other dead here are just like they're alive", Michael puts in.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Hi, Dr. Marsh," says Jerald, visibly wrenching his attention back to the humans in front of him. "You keep surveillance bots pointed at your closet?"

[firstprotector]

"It is Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe." A bald, Middle Eastern man in a suit raises a glass to the pair. "Fascinating place, as I have heard."

[the_force_abides]

An older, scoundrel of a smuggler comes in and chuckles as he holds open the door for his wife and kids.

"Looks like your faith in me is proven once again," he says as a human female of medium height and purple hair enters and looks around. To the kids, a boy of ten and a girl of six, he says, "Stay inside the cantina, do not go outside, and do not eat or drink anything that isn't given to you by your mother, me, the waitrats, or the Bar."

[OOC: I'm going to be running to a two hour meeting her in about half an hour, so I'll get back to any tags later.]

[sunbaked_baker]

"No, no accident," says the smaller figure, whose hair might have been red under all that mess coating it. The other figure stands with silent, possibly surprised, stillness, his green gaze scanning the well-lit bar room. "We're fine."

Just... a collective mess.

[ostro_goth]

"Teja -- that's our king!" the blonde little girl declares.

"Teja!" echoes one of the tiny twin. That's a word she knows. "Kitty!"

"Yes, he has our kitten so it can become better," the oldest boy says.