Weekend Entertainment #1 - September Test Drive Meme

[havetubawilltravel]

It's way too hot to be September right now where I am, but we're verging on October right now, and that means it's an app_this_plz weekend, and you know you've got characters you want to try out.


H O W T O P L A Y:

-->Reply to this post with any character, new or old, you wish to app into Milliways.
-->Scan the post and respond to any characters you'd like to interact with.
-->Milliways members: feel free to respond with your applied characters or post them
--> Have fun! Post is open until Monday's DE and/or until the next Test Drive Meme!

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[a_rare_benedictine]

An old man in monk's robes, carrying a bundle of herbs, steps through the door and stops, blue eyes wide and wary.

"...well, I'm quite sure Brother Jerome would not approve of this."

[intoaman]

Diaval is hiding in the rafters, watching people come and go. There a very tasty looking grub on the monks herbs so he leans down to pluck it off. "Hello."

[a_rare_benedictine]

Cadfael blinks up at him.

"Hello, there."

[intoaman]

He turns the grub between his fingers. "Did you want this? May I have it?"

[a_rare_benedictine]

"...if you want it, certainly. It must have come from the plants."

What a strange young man.

[intoaman]

"Thank you." He smiles again and pops it on his mouth, crunching it happily. "These are my favourite."

[a_rare_benedictine]

"I'm sure they're... very nutritious", he agrees, studying Diaval. "What is your name, my son?"

[witchfinder_general]

"I'm afraid he wouldn't even believe about this," says a man sitting near the fireplace. He's wearing black clothes of a cut that will be unfamiliar to Cadfael, but there is something definitely clerical about his demeanour. On his table, there are books, and a cup of a hot drink.

[a_rare_benedictine]

"Probably not." He turns towards the man, studying him with shrewd eyes. "Can you explain what it is... Father?"

[witchfinder_general]

"Yes, I can, Brother," the priest-like man says. "It's the bar at the end of the universe. The inn at the end of the known cosmos, you might say. When you came through that door, you left the world and time you live in."

[a_rare_benedictine]

"1139", he supplies, "and the abbey at Shrewsbury. I would ask why and how, but I suspect that will remain a mystery."

[witchfinder_general]

"Yes," the priest says. "People step through the door seemingly at random, but all of us tend to have something of an unusual story. Here, you'll meet people from very different times and worlds. I'm from London in 1998."

[a_rare_benedictine]

"Unusual?" He tilts his head in something like a shrug. "Well, I did come late to the cowl, but there's been nothing so exceptional in my life."

He understates.

[halfemptyglasses]

The young lady nearby agrees completely, still trying to find a phone signal. She would voice this in another declaration of how unpleasant the situation is, but the bundle of herbs gets her attention.

"Those... Those aren't unpleasant," she comments about them. "Not unpleasant at all."

[a_rare_benedictine]

"I would hope not", he says, bemused. "They're meant for healing."

[halfemptyglasses]

"Healing?" she asks, her right hand subconsciously twitching. "Ah, that... That's even nicer."

She would have the same reaction for most plants, though, but herbs always look so pretty. And then she realizes she's still holding her phone.

"Oh! Oh, do you... Do you mind if I take a picture? Of the herbs?"

[a_rare_benedictine]

"A picture?" He blinks at the strange device she's holding. "Well, you're welcome to, of course, but... how?"

[halfemptyglasses]

She blinks. Well, he is an older man. Maybe he's not used to smartphones? She clicks out of the current app and holds the device up to him.

"I can take pictures with my phone? It has a camera built in."

[a_rare_benedictine]

"...I'm sorry, my dear, I'm going to sound very stupid. I know neither - phones nor cameras."

He's studying the screen with great interest, though.

[change_my_story]

He probably wouldn't approve of a small girl there either, but Matilda's sitting at a table by herself nontheless, with a bunch of colored paper and an open book.

She's been able to go up several grades for school, but learning origami past the 'crane' is still a work in progress. The frog she's trying to work on looks like he's had one too many drinks.

[a_rare_benedictine]

Brother Jerome doesn't approve of women in general, really.

Cadfael pauses in passing, looking curiously at her work.

"Good afternoon, daughter."

[change_my_story]

She'd never really been addressed as such, so there's a moment's pause before Matilda lifts her head in recognition. The momk's robe explains his calling her daughter, she could tell.

"Afternoon." She accent's british and her attention's diverted from her work to observe him. "Are those from your garden, or Bar's garden?"

[a_rare_benedictine]

"My own", he tells her. "...well, the abbey's, but I tend and work with the plants."

[change_my_story]

"Bar here has a nice garden outside. Especially now, there are pumpkins nearly as big as I am." Pumpkins weren't really a big deal in England as they were in America, but she knew of them and knew their significance, and besides it was just exciting to see something that large in the garden.

Though admittedly, Matilda was a mite short for her age (not as short as Lavender though) so comparing her size to a pumpkin may've not been such a feat.

[a_rare_benedictine]

"I'm not sure what a pumpkin may be", he admits, "but any plant your size would be quite a feat."