Long Weekend Entertainment: Test Drive Meme!

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A special event for the holiday weekend! Belly up to the Bar and come test with us!


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Comments

[000056]

There is a shadow by the paddock, even in the brightest sun; a chance collision of posts and trees and outbuildings coming together to create a patch of dimness, a hint of shade.

If someone were here at just the right time; as the sun sets and the shadows lengthen, perhaps, there might be something more, wistfully watching the horses.

Sometimes, he likes to just stand here. And watch.

She's retired from the game now but I kind of had to.

[always_the_moon]

Not all of the equines are in the paddock. A slim, dark-furred alicorn is walking through the grass by the lake, scarcely more than a shadow herself in the fading light of evening.

Re: She's retired from the game now but I kind of had to.

[000056]

Equius watches the majestic creature from a distance, in frozen silence. Finally, a quiet word escapes his black lips.

".....magnificent."

[always_the_moon]

Her ear twitches and she raises her head, looking toward the source of the sound. "Is someone there? Show thyself."

[000056]

Equius's reaction to an imperious, authoritative command remains automatic. He straightens up, and the darkness seems to creep away from him with the same alacrity.

".....I appalo--apologize," he rumbles. "I was merely..." Say something harmless, say something harmless. "100rking."

Nailed it.

[always_the_moon]

"'100rking'?" she echoes, puzzled.

[nepetaleijon]

The sun's just barely touching the horizon, but these summer nights are so short that it's impawssible impossible to stay asleep until full dark.

Someone might be hunting nearby, in the tall grass.

[000056]

No Alternian can ignore a beast hunting nearby, even someone as indestructible as Equius. Besides, whatever it is might hurt the ponies. He monitors the rippling grass carefully from behind his broken shades until it goes still.

Hmmmm.

[nepetaleijon]

If he's paying close attention, he'll probably see that there are multiple sources of rippling, none of them currently active.

Until one starts up again, making for the edge of the grassy cover.

It emerges, and sits up blinking red eyes in the dim light and combing its ears with its paws. A lagomorph of some sort, seeming relatively harmless, except it's looking at the ponies with what doesn't quite look like a prey animal's gaze.

[000056]

There are predatory lagomorphs on Alternia; most things on Alternia are predatory, depending on your perspective. Equius's position is that all beasts should be 100ked up with adoration, and so he confines himself to admiring the little lop-eared monster while he waits to see what happens next.

[nepetaleijon]

The little lop-eared monster takes a few slow, rocking hops toward the paddock, eyeing it ... speculatively.

And then there's another sharp rustle from the grass as a dark-green streak hurtles out of it, with a metallic flash of sharp bright blue somewhere involved. The bunny doesn't have time to move, or even scream.

[irish_vagabond]

A tall, skinny guy wearing a leather jacket and Doc Martens stumbles through the door. Righting himself, though a bit wobbly, he casts a bug-eyed, bleary gaze this way and that.

He hadn't expected to exit one bar and enter another, but that's fine with him! He wasn't done drinking anyway.

Flopping down onto the nearest barstool, he calls out in a thick Irish brogue, "What's a guy gotta do to get a bit o' whisky 'round here?"

A shot glass appears in front of him. Magically.

He stares at it.

[000056]

His obvious inebriation, slovenly appearance and clear lack of comprehension of how the bar works results in a disdainful glance from a muscular alien teenager sitting down the bar. Only briefly, though. He quickly turns his scowl back to a glass of milk sitting on the bar. It is clearly ice cold and perfect, with condensation forming on the side of the glass. The young troll stares at it as if locked in a battle of wills.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy gets down almost to eye level with the shot glass. He pokes it with a cautious finger. It seems to be real, and the whisky smells real, too.

"Oh, nonononono, darlin', no," he mutters to no one in particular. "This's way too small. If yer gonna be impressing me with magic whisky, I'd need to see the whole bottle."

Then the whole bottle appears.

Cassidy jerks back in surprise.

"Oho! Aye, now that's more like it!"

And then he starts chugging the liquor, clearly oblivious to the teenager sitting down the bar until he's not.

"Holy shite, what the fuck're you?" he exclaims with a near spit-take.

[000056]

Equius turns his head slowly, taking in Cassidy and his whole... gestalt with surprise and palpable disdain, which crumples a little at the end. He turns back to the milk.

".....from your perspective, I would be the shade of an e%traterrestrial from a nearly e%tinguished race," he rumbles in his deep, low voice. "Few of your kind ever 100k twice in my direction."

[irish_vagabond]

Wow. Wow, that is... That is kind of creepy, what he does there.

"Oh."

Cassidy stares, an eyebrow sharply raised.

"Well, aren't you a little ball of sunshine, then. What makes you say my kind rarely look twice at you?"

Because he's noticing now. And he's curious as to what the guy means by his kind.

[darksister]

"Well, how about that?" muses a tall pale blonde over his shoulder.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy startles a bit, and turns around to look at the woman, his bloodshot eyes quickly flicking up and down to properly take her in.

"Oh, aye, how 'bout that, then, eh?" he says with a toothy leer.

[darksister]

She rolls her eyes at his leer, clearly not impressed.

"I missed how you made it appear."

There might be a question there. The narration isn't sure.

[irish_vagabond]

He withers a little.

"Uh. Right. Well. Uh, I kinda missed how I made it appear, too. I think it just did, like magic or somesuch." He peers closely at the shot glass. "Seems real to me, though."

[darksister]

Asajj has not been having a good time of it lately, but she has survived, and will continue to survive, no matter what the universe throws at her. A cantina in her ships cargo hold is a new thing however.

She scowls and reaches out with the Force to sense if this is some illusion or such.

Nope.

Well, what now?

[000056]

A muscular teenager of an alien species most likely unfamiliar to her is sitting at the bar. He is scowling heavily, shaded vision locked on to a glass of milk sitting on the bar. It is clearly ice cold and perfect, with condensation forming on the side of the glass. The young troll stares at it as if locked in a battle of wills.

His presence in the Force is... very, very strange, a phantom clinging to existence just tenuously, more spirit than matter, yet its nature completely invisible beyond that; cloaked in Void. Not the Dark Side, but a shroud of dim nothingness. It would be easy to ignore him and let him cease to Be entirely within her frame of reference.

[darksister]

Curious.

She steps forward and approaches him. The drink is strange to her (perhaps some animal by product?) but she really doesn't care. Questions come and go in her mind but she remains silent for now, drumming her fingers on the bar as if waiting for someone to order from. Buying time to decide on a coarse of action as well as giving herself a chance to study him.

[000056]

Seen in profile, it's clear what a mess the kid is; the nose that has clearly been broken and healed repeatedly, the cauliflower ears, the fangs broken off or missing, the darker slashes of grey crisscrossing his bare arms. And that angry dark-blue weal that goes all the way around his thick neck.

His hand creeps towards the glass cautiously, as if trying to sneak up on it, but hovers just molecules away from closing around it. He groans quietly to himself.

[darksister]

"If the liquid is so dangerous to you, don't drink it," she offers helpfully.