A Christmassy Test Drive Meme

[boghadair]

Y'know what to do:

1: Post a character you're thinking of applying as if they're entering the bar for the first time.

2: Others will reply!

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[superantiheroine]

[ HI, can I hope that this is open to OOC-comm stalking not-current-players? :D? ]

It wasn't -- it wasn't that Jessica wasn't trying to walk into a bar. She was. A bar was her definite trajectory (for all that anyone considered the Tryon Public House a bar, but at 1am it was definitely more a casual bar than anything else it ever purported to be), but it wasn't the bar she was looking at.

She'd been awake so long she knew it had to be sleep dep getting to her, and let out a soft groaning sound before trying to pivot around on one foot and walk back out the door.

The door that wasn't there anymore.

"Spec-fucking-tacular," came out out loud.

[forgottenmotley]

"Tsk. Language," the Fool said from his bar stool perch. His walking stick lays across his knees and top hat tipped back enough that his eyes aren't covered in shadow, leaving them a honey brown and dancing with amusement.

A smile quirked on his face as if he didn't really care about the language, he just said it for the fun of it.

[superantiheroine]

[sorry this reply took Many Days!]

Never say that Jessica Jones doesn't take bait. She's easier to bait than she should be, and easier to bait than she'd like to be, but --

"Yep," she says with a little grin. "Sure is."

[forgottenmotley]

[It happens!]

Slipping the stick around so he can rest his chin upon it, catching the bottom of it on the side of his foot. That rested on the foot rest of the bar seat.

"You know, I've never quite understood why certain words are unacceptable in conversation with others," he said idly.

[snarky_spider]

Another Jessica turns from her burger to look over at the newcomers and snorts at her half-hearted exclamation; which nearly causes an accident with some ketchup and sinuses, but fate is with Jessica Drew this night.

She reached for her overpriced coffee to wash down the near mishap and waits to see what the newcomer will do next.

[ooc: Likely slow with the holiday, but I couldn't resist.]

[superantiheroine]

[ NOT AS SLOW AS ME, I got sick, so many apologies! ]

Notice, is the answer to that.

Notice the snort, at least, which turns into noticing the way nasal passages try to make friends with ketchup, which means she has to comment: "Not as effective as wasabi, but tomato will definitely clear a cold."

Why try to cope with the weirdness? Just roll with it. That's always been the way.

[brasswroughtgirl]

A trim little boat skims lightly over the surface of the Lake, sail billowing to catch the breeze. The single occupant of the tiny wooden skiff glances around, taking in her new surroundings with avid curiosity. Occasionally, she takes up the notebook in her lap and jots down a line or two of observations in crabbed shorthand.

Dulcinea carefully guides the Eagle toward the shore until the craft's flat bottom scrapes the ground, and steps out, fastidiously avoiding the water. What a fascinating place! She could almost believe it was real.

[dreamingofelectricsheep]

Viv, who is walking Sparky outback, notes the ship out on the lake and studies it for a few moments before returning to throwing a ball for Sparky to catch.

It might be worth noting Sparky is green and perhaps a type of Terrier, while Viv has green hair and magenta skin. Also, the dog tends to catch the ball in the air and stay floating from time to time.

[brasswroughtgirl]

...Alright, so there may be a few glitches in the local reality. She's seen worse.

Dulcinea tucks her notebook under one arm and strides confidently up to the oddly-colored girl and dog. "Excuse me." The brief expression of politeness is flat and perfunctory. "What can you tell me about this place?"

[dreamingofelectricsheep]

Once Dulcinea is close enough it is quite obvious the girl, and likely the dog, are not organic at all. Besides the coloring, her skin is way too smooth and has very definite seams. And both the gem on her forehead and her eyes glow a soft yellow.

"Certainly," the girl says in a voice calm, polite, and completely emotionless voice. "You are in a pocket dimension that is commonly called Milliways. It is not closed, by my experience, and is open to many different dimensions and times. There is bar if you require refreshment."

"Was this information helpful or shall I go into more detail?"