Monday DE: Test Drive Meme

[bjornwilde]

Got a character your thinking of playing? Well come on down!

Guidelines are simple:
1-Tag in with the new pup as if they are entering the bar for the first time. 
2-Other muns reply with either new characters or exiting ones. 
3-Carry on the conversation as long as you’d like, just keep in mind this is off the record. 

Also, why don’t we open the door for any retired or deleted pups you might be missing?

(Post open all week.)

Comments

Probably won't happen as I'd have to delete someone, but...

[soldiering_on]

Outside the entrance door, the world is dark and stinks of city rain; a tall, masked figure in black appears in the opening, red cloak billowing around her like something out of urban mythology.

The very quickest of observers might, if at the top of their game, notice the flash of total startlement that flashes across the little that can be seen of the woman's face, before...

BANG.

She drops a smokebomb, totally obscuring the doorway for several feet around... just enough to hide the sight and sound of her grapple-gun sending her zipping straight into the rafters.

Several feet away from her entry point to the shadowy ceiling, the Batwoman stares down at the bar below her, trying to map out her new location. What the fuck has happened to her apartment?

So many pups, so few slots yes?

[neverjokeaboutcalculus]

Below her, a teen-aged girl in a green hijab and school uniform is settling back down to her table after being startled by the smoke bomb. She's pretty common for her kind, khaki slacks, a long sleeve navy blue shirt with a medieval looking crest on the breast pocket (for the King's Academy if one were to look closely).

Of course, the war axe hanging on her belt kind of gives lie to the wholesome look.

Samirah sits back down and picks up the brochure she had been reading. She'll keep a weather eye out for trouble, but she has studying to do.

[ooc: Back in about an hour, but I wanted to get a start going.]

[carpe_deos]

An older woman comes in the Front Door and pauses before holding her hand up in a dismissive gesture towards the floating parchment and quill that has followed her.

"This meeting is over. Think on what I have told you and contact me tomorrow," she says and the parchment and quill float off back the way she came. She steps forward, a look on her face almost registering curiosity, and her lavender suit morphs into one with pinstripes on charcoal gray.

"Now what have we here?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's working on his datapad, projecting and turning a starmap when he looks up and sees her suit shift and blinks, "Milliways."

[carpe_deos]

She turns to face him, seemingly taking in his entirety with a glance. An eye brow might have arched, but you'd have to have been looking for it.

"And what is a 'Milliways'? You answer as if that should have meaning and yet it does not."

[childofrebellion]

At her gaze which is intense, he sits up and taps the datapad to hide his map, all his marks on it were in code but he'd rather be careful. He wants to understand how she changed her clothing, that must be expensive technology,

"Milliways is a place that sits at an odd place in time and space."

[carpe_deos]

"There we go. Now you're making sense. Is this a consultation? I should point out my fees are high and normally I prefer to be contacted through my office before allowing personal intrusions like this. Are you the client or a representative?"

"I also will require I be placed back where and when I was called from."

[childofrebellion]

"No, Milliways appears randomly and you can find your way back to where you are by opening the door. It will open to the same moment,"

He opens his hands and gives one of his don't look too closely at me smiles, he's not trying to get in her way.

[carpe_deos]

She's seen that type of smile from across the negotiation table and offers one of her own, though this one reads, 'I have nothing to lose and you have nothing we really want.'

"And no charge for entry?" She's aware of exclusive clubs that sit between planes, but they always charge in some manner, blood or soul-stuff. This is new and suspicious.

[childofrebellion]

"No, its like most cantinas that way. The first drink's free and it tries to be a neutral ground,"

Its quieter than most places he spends time in though with different dangers and takes a sip of his caf.

[carpe_deos]

She looks around then, half closing her eyes to better gauge the lines and obligations of magic. Were she a lesser craftsperson, she'd be blinking at the brilliance and complications of the ambient mana. As it is, she takes a slow intake of breath to center herself.

"Interesting. I must thank you for your information. May I buy you a drink while I enjoy my free one?"

[childofrebellion]

He watches her and wonders what she's looking for as a rat looks up at them, while he gestures to a seat if she wants one, "Thank you."

[carpe_deos]

She accepts the seat without a glance as to its sightlines or what may be behind her.

"My pleasure," she says to Cassian and then turning to the rat, without batting an eye, she asks, "I'll have a glass of Iskari rum, if you have it?"

The waitrat nods and turns to take Cassian's order.

[childofrebellion]

"Corellian whiskey, one of the nicer ones. What sorts of consultations do you do?"

Nothing probably from his world but he wants to understand as she seems powerful.

I may need to wait for the next Fantastic Beasts movie for this one

[chambermusicandtenpins]

A middle-aged man with glasses perched on his nose wanders through the bar, inspecting it curiously, seeming completely at ease despite the fact that he's never been there before. Instead of seeming nervous or concerned, he actually seems to be somewhat delighted, taking in the odd facets of the bar cheerfully, even grinning ear to ear when the bar top produces a napkin with a smiley face.

Dumbledore doesn't know where he is, but that's quite all right. It wouldn't be the first time he'd managed to find something new and fascinating at Hogwarts castle. The school had always been full of mysteries, and he certainly hoped he would never stop finding new facets of it to explore.

Still, this was quite unusual magic, of a type he'd never experienced before. Which made it all the more charming to be able explore at leisure, especially when the bar top produced for him a rather grand glass of sherry.