Weekend Entertainment #1 - June Test Drive Meme

[havetubawilltravel]

It's an app_this_plz weekend! Belly up to the Bar and come test with us!


H O W T O P L A Y:

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--> Have fun! Post is open until Monday's DE and/or until the next Test Drive Meme!

Comments

[thewidewideworld]

A golden haired beauty stumbles through the door, laughing and spilling rich red wine over pale skin. The youth curses softly and puts down the cup to lick the droplets off before they stain the very fine white silk shift that makes up all the youth's garments. A gilded girdle chimes with tiny bells, as do the bracelets and anklets, accentuating long limbs and bare feet.

The youth stops to survey the room with heavily kohl'd eyes. "What magic is this?"

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan glances up - and though he's never met this youth before, there's something familiar about him.

"The magic of Milliways. Welcome."

[thewidewideworld]

"Milliways. Now that has an interesting sound to it." He turns about in a circle, admiring the place and still absently licking wine from his hand.

[athelstanthescribe]

"It's a very interesting place. You already have a drink, I see, but if you want another, the first for every newcomer is on the house."

[thewidewideworld]

"How could one not want another drink?" He smiles gaily, finishing off the last of his wine. " Not when its offered so kindly."

He flashes Athelstan a smile, toying with his cup and making his ankle bells jangle. "Are you one of the Varangians? You don't have the look of one but you speak their tongue."

[herr_bookman]

Autor perks up at the youth's entrance, tilting his head. "This is Milliways. I assume that means you're new? It's a bar at the end of the universe."

[thewidewideworld]

"The universe is ending?" The youth looks perplexed. "What a terrible pity. I'm rather fond of it."

[herr_bookman]

"Well, technically it's in a state of suspended animation, I guess," Autor says, shrugging. "It never actually ends? But we're at the end of it. You can see it through the Observation Window over there."

[thewidewideworld]

As directed, the youth looks, swaying slender hips and shapely rear the thin shift does nothing to hide. Or rather is cut to show off.

After a monent of staring into the maelstrom, the youth comes back to the cup and drains it in a single swallow, looking pale.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Just magic," says the Viking sitting by the fire, long legs stretched out.

The youth looks vaguely familiar, like the son of a dead friend, or the memory of a long-ago drunken night.

[thewidewideworld]

"Hmm." He turns in slowly circles, taking it all in before coming over stretch out on the couch opposite him, stretching out his long bare legs and sipping his wine. "You seem very at home with this magic. Are you magic too?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Everybody gets used to it very soon," the Vikings says.

Even that pose the youth strikes is oddly familiar!

"It's not a kind of illicit magic, but the last I checked, I wasn't magic. What I achieve on the battlefield or in bed is done entirely by my own strength and skill."

[thewidewideworld]

"Strength in battle and skill in bed are their own kinds of magic." The youth raises smoky eyes as he dips a finger in his wine and licks it clean. "When used well."

[nothinglikeanybody]

There is a baby Robin in the bar! Awwww. So cute!

Which is to say that Tim Drake (age 13) is sitting cross-legged on a table that has a set of what looks like fortune cookie fortunes spread out on it. He's considering them carefully and ignoring the way the waitrats are starting to look at him oddly.

The Riddler might be in town.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin is yawning with cat scratches on his face when he goes by Tim, his human disguise isn't up so he has pointed ears and blond and copper hair.

The collection of fortune cookies are odd and he stops to look, "What are those?"

[nothinglikeanybody]

Pointed ears. All right. That's not even the weirdest thing in his life right now.

"Fortunes. They're usually mass-produced and stuffed in cookies, but these were delivered separately."

Beat.

"It's part of a school project."

Yes good secret identity keeping.

[heatherandsteel]

"I know what they are but what kind of school project makes you look at them?"

He remembers school being boring and sometimes odd but not this way.

[nothinglikeanybody]

"It's just an extra-credit thing. We're supposed to figure out all the possible links between them."

[runningred]

Jay notices him working and comes over to have a look at what Tim has spread out. "What ya working on?" He gives them a quick look over. "The Riddler?"

[nothinglikeanybody]

"Yeah. B told me to see what I could figure out."

Mostly that he wishes the cookies were still attached, so far.

[runningred]

"What have you got so far?" He shifts to perch on the edge of the table.

[nothinglikeanybody]

He points to the relevant piles while he speaks. "Similar subject matter, similar sources, stuff that might be about current events, and stuff that should never have gotten out of the drafting stage."

[daringyoungman]

"Whatcha doin'?"

Dick Grayson (age 12) bounces onto a chair opposite, where he perches with his hands on the edge of the seat and his feet either side of his hands.

He gives Tim a passing glance, but is too busy peering at the papers.

[nothinglikeanybody]

"Looking for patterns."

Hey, he's not going to object to his predecessor helping him out. He might even get a little bit starry-eyed.

[daringyoungman]

"Patterns, huh?"

He reaches out and turns a few pieces around so he can read them right way up, then moves them slightly within their groups, trying out new visual layouts.

"This Eddie?"