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!

Comments

[halfemptyglasses]

Seriously? She got this lost?

The petite girl by the door sighs in frustration through her scarf, digs through the pocket of her pink cardigan, and pulls out a smartphone. She's got GPS or whatever on this thing, right?

..........and there's no service.

"How unpleasant," Kuriyama Mirai mutters as she types a draft for her blog's next rant.

[herr_bookman]

Autor shuts his book, and pulls a folded, professionally printed brochure out of his pocket. She looks like the perfect person to test his new guide on. "Excuse me," he asks, after approaching. "Are you new?"

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai glances up from her phone with a start.

"Ah?! Ah, yes..."

She holds her phone out at arm's length and moves it around.

"Is.... Is there phone service here?"

[herr_bookman]

He shakes his head, peering at the phone. "I'm sorry, there's not," he says. "You're at Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe, and as far as I know there's never been any phone service."

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai pulls her arm in and turns back to the door she just stepped through, still open and indicating that she should be at the train station. How in the world did she get this lost? She turns back.

"How did this even happen?!"

[herr_bookman]

Her reaction is a common one, and Autor almost smiles. He doesn't though, instead adjusting his glasses in preparation for an introduction. "The bar pulled you in. It's magic like that. Over there should be your door, which should lead back to where you came from," he says, and holds up the brochure. "Really, this guide explains most of it."

[halfemptyglasses]

"A guide?" she asks, holding her hands out to accept it.

[herr_bookman]

"Mmhm," Autor says, passing it to her. "Hopefully it answers your questions. I can hang around to answer any you have after reading it."

[halfemptyglasses]

She scans over it.

"Is this a joke?"

[herr_bookman]

"No, no joke," Autor says, logging her reaction away for later. "The Window of Observation is over there, and you can order anything you like from the bar, over there."

[halfemptyglasses]

She flails a little at the sight.

"H-h-how seriously unpleasant!" she cries out, as dismayed as she's ever been.

[herr_bookman]

"You get used to it," Autor says, ignoring the fact that her flailing is somewhat cute. "Or you don't. Would you care for some tea?"

[halfemptyglasses]

She windmills a bit, turning back to the door that has since shut.

"Why would I want to stay?!"

[herr_bookman]

Autor shakes his head at the approaching wait rat, not knowing how this girl will react to the rodents of unusual size. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. But there is magic here, and a great many opportunities if you look," he says. "Time stops, for one, so you can get your homework done at the very least."

[halfemptyglasses]

She quiets down a hair, looking down at the wait rat with uncertainty.

"Time stops?"

...is that useful to her?

[herr_bookman]

"Mmhm," Autor says, waving the rat away. "You can catch up on sleep, or do homework, or any number of things. And the bar... You can order whatever food you like, from all around the many universes."

[halfemptyglasses]

"I- I can't afford to just order whatever food I like!" she protests to cover up her stomach growling.

[herr_bookman]

He tilts his head, hearing it anyway. "But you're hungry now?" the boy says. "Here, how about I order some latkes to share?"

[halfemptyglasses]

"You don't have to do that," she says with a flail. "And- and I should be going or-"

Well, if what he says is right, she won't miss her train, but she shouldn't delay, should she?

[herr_bookman]

Oh, no, she's back to the flailing again. Autor's having trouble ignoring that this girl is adorable.

"Or...?" he says, and then shrugs. "I don't mind. I was about to have lunch anyway."

[halfemptyglasses]

She stops for a moment and sighs, her stomach growling again. She glances over to him.

"....why?"

[herr_bookman]

"Because you're hungry," Autor says, shrugging, "and because I was craving latkes." And because you're cute--no, stop that, self. "Eating seems like a fine introduction to the bar to me."

[halfemptyglasses]

At this point, being hungry certainly wouldn't help anything. She sighs again.

"What did you say they were again?"

[herr_bookman]

"Latkes. Potato pancakes," Autor says, leading her to the bar. He glances back to see if she follows. "They're made with flour, egg, and onion, and fried in oil. Then they're served with apple butter, or sour cream, or apple sauce."

[halfemptyglasses]

She does cautiously follow, curling her arms to her chest and letting the sleeves of her cardigan slip down a little.