tuesday de: alternate party

[inlovewithwords]

Well, I'm on a plane for a while on Tuesday so since it's technically Tuesday where I am, I'm getting this up good and early. Besides, it's time for a party post!

We'll be testing our new actual characters for Milliways soon, with the month rolling over, but how about we do a party post for all those characters we talked about yesterday we can't play and want to? Or other versions of your characters that you can't play in-Bar for whatever reason, be it timelines or alternates or whatever?

Have fun! Do all the RP you can't in Milliways usually without the effort of a sandbox post!

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[ihavewood]

A red headed man appears in the gardens, with skin the colour of new grass, vine-like tattooes and nowhere near enough clothes for the weather. Someone please help him inside.

{ooc; Patrick is Earth-11 version of DC comics Poison Ivy, whose existence was implicated but without enough canon to let me app him. But it's fun to be able to bring him here.}

[childofrebellion]

The door opens and a skinny teen in a too large cargo coat slips in then stares as he realizes this isn't the cantina he was looking for. His hand hovers near his pocket as he makes his way toward the counter, sitting near the bartender is a good way to learn where he is.

(OOC: This Cassian is about sixteen and has been working with Draven for about three to four years.)

[jedi_interrupted]

At the end of the bar, sitting at a good angle to catch most of what happens, is a togruta who might seem familiar from a supply drop of two. She'll nod a greeting if he makes eye contact but won't interrupt what he's up to. She knows there are things she doesn't see, and most often those are things she doesn't want to know about.

[childofrebellion]

He notices her and where she's sitting. She's not someone he's worked with, but he pays attention. Draven seems to respect her but also doesn't talk as much to her. She's also the only face he knows here.

Slowly he makes his way around to her, his hands in his pockets and seeming casual. Sneaking around cantinas is something he's pretty good at doing but since he had some of his height come in, people look at him more. When he's near her, he nods back as if they'd planned to meet, "This is an unexpected cantina."

[jedi_interrupted]

Ahsoka tries her best to keep a mysterious smile from her face. She never much liked them when she was trying to be a jedi, and she wasn't about to start.

"In many more ways than you expect." Then in a low voice, she says, "Imps might be around."

"Good drinks and refreshments though," she adds in a normal tone.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

[Have a middle-aged wizard wandering around the bar, looking at everything with curiosity and delight in his expression.]

((OOC: This is 1920s-era Dumbledore from Harry Potter, who I probably *will* app, but not until the new Fantastic Beasts movie comes out and I actual have solid canon for this time period. :P))

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's also curious but doing his best to keep his face neutral. He doesn't know who's in charge here or what's safe.

At one point he ends up near Dumbledore not far from the Window and stares, that's terrifying, "Are we safe in here?"

Usually that's a safe type of question.

(OOC: Yay Dumbledore! Let me know if you need more.)

[chambermusicandtenpins]

Dumbledore glances at Cassian, immediately recognizing that he must be around the age of his students. He smiles slightly at the question, his expression calm but friendly.

"To be perfectly honest, I'm not quite sure," he says, glancing at the Window, peering out at the spectacular swirls of stars. "I will admit that this place seems very unusual. But I would hope to think that something being very unusual doesn't mean it means to cause any harm."

((Thanks!! :D))

[childofrebellion]

"It might not mean to, but that looks like a battle," And he can't understand why it keeps on going on in front of the window.

[ostro_goth]

Among other things, the bar today is populated by a crop of kids in generic medieval clothes, playing hide and seek under the tables and in booths.

A little girl of about four is looking right up into Dumbledore's face from where she is cowering under a chair, putting a finger to her lips.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

Dumbledore watches the kids playing with a general delight, letting them dodge and weave around the bar without interference. He doesn't know where he was, but he's content to watch the kids running around for the moment.

When the little girl looks right at him, Dumbledore smiles but says nothing, putting a finger to his own lips to show that he'll stay quiet and won't give away her hiding spot.

[ostro_goth]

In fact, she is found last, with all the children calling her name; only then does she jumpt out at her companions, howling an unholy howl of youthful triumph.

[ihavewood]

Patrick has found some warm clothes and is rugged up now. He watches the man with quiet interest, fascinated by the man's delight. "I take it you're new here too?"

Dark green tattoos show at his collar and cuffs. Anyone looking closely enough may notice that they're thorned vines. And that they're moving in a slightly agitated way.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

If Dumbledore is at all alarmed by the sight of a man with moving tattoos, his face doesn't show it, his expression remaining a look of polite friendliness. "That I am, I'm afraid. I don't believe I've ever quite seen a place like this before. Have you just arrived as well?"

[cottoncandypink]

The door opens, and someone pokes his head inside to check that the coast is clear. Seeing a dearth of irritating friends, Billy decides this is a perfect place to sit down and enjoy his lunch, far, far away from people who will want to claim half of it for themselves.

[ooc: Billy holds a nebulous position in Wilford's crew. He's someone who logically exists, but is never shown on screen.]

[ostro_goth]

There is, however, a little girl of about four watching him eat it.

[cottoncandypink]

Billy looks up from a tupperware bowl full of leftover spaghetti. "Hello," he says slowly.

Great. He's still going to have to share, isn't he?

[jedi_interrupted]

The ways of the Force are many and mysterious, but she never would've expected to find a cantina at the end of her trials. Unless, this is yet another conundrum to face. Hmmm.

And the population of the dead within Milliways raises by one.

[forceimbalance]

Oh hey it's a dead guy stretched out on a sofa toying with a piece of electronics.

Specifically, one who actually sits bolt upright when he feels that particular presence enter the room. He hasn't felt her since...

Well.

Since.

Which is a lot why he's also kind of frozen now. There are so many broken things to fix from the ruins of his life; Ahsoka is one of the less scary prospects, honestly, but he would not blame her for not wanting to go anywhere near him ever again. So... have a very Anakin-feeling presence glowing fairly loudly in the Force.

[jedi_interrupted]

As soon as she feels the presence, all else fades in meaning. Part of her remembers how dangerous it is to be this focused, but she is beyond such concerns now. She looks over and straight at him, as if she'd known exactly where he was all along, and who knows? With the Force that could be true.

He is more balanced now, she feels. The cold burning darkness of hate, anger, and pain no longer dominating his spirit; reduced but not gone. No, it's more like the Light that was within him, that had faded, had grown strong again. He also looks much like how she would have expected her Master to have aged, rather than that cold shell...how much time has passed that he's free of that prison? Years perhaps. Time has little meaning within the Force.

She walks his way. It's not as if anything else could happen.

[ostro_goth]

The door opens on a snowy winter landscape, and in swarms a horde of children in warm clothes, throwing snowballs and laughing.

They fall silent when they realise where they are.

"It's the King's own Valhalla!" declares an older girl, about ten or eleven. "He took me along once, when I was really little. There was a little boy here named Fry."

The others look around in wonder, but not too long. Then, they start exploring.

[ihavewood]

There's a man with green skin watching the children with a slightly protective air. He doesn't want to interrupt their game unless any of them seem to be in danger or distress.

[ostro_goth]

A little girl of about four stops in front of him and looks up at him in wonder.

"Oooh!" she says. "You're green!"

[iprotectyou]

Stopping in just after the children is a teenaged girl with a shock of white hair, and bright white skin. She's laughing at a joke someone has told her on her side of the door, but when it shuts behind her automatically, she stares at the bar with wide, red eyes that match her Acolyte's robes.

She slings her staff into its sling on her back, and waves at one of the passing children.

"Excuse me!" she says brightly, with a white-lipped smile.

"I'm Eiko. Eiko Mesoth. Do you know where we are?"

[ostro_goth]

"It's the King's own Valhalla," the older girl informs her, "and he has a forge here somewhere. Hello Eiko, you have lovely hair; like the pelt of a white cat. There's a very magical white cat here, but he has green eyes, and sometimes looks human."