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rotwood_reaper ([personal profile] rotwood_reaper) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2009-05-31 08:26 pm
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0.hidden track: the rotator slips

[OOM, arguably pre-canon: If fate is a millstone, we are the ones that make it turn.]

The door opens to admit a dark-haired slip of a girl in black. From the look of her, this may not be where she was expecting to find herself. Somebody may want to clear that up.

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
As is wont to happen to people who stand in the doorway, someone comes in directly behind her--a certain football-headed boy, in fact, with a baseball bat (with glove dangling off the end) propped over his shoulder.

"Sorry, 'scuse me," Arnold says as he tries to maneuver around her.

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Arnold takes pause at her wording.

"I've never heard anybody call it that before."

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh," says Arnold, "it's the bar at the end of the universe. Welcome to Milliways?"

Excuse him for being a little startled; even leveling down from the icon, this is the most radical reaction he's gotten to far to the shape of his head.

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm pretty sure you don't get to walk out of...well, you know." Arnold tries not to stare at the sword. "This is just a sort of meeting place. Lots of different worlds meet. Most people find it hard to believe at first."

He did, at least.

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," Arnold admits. "There must be a lot, since there's so many people here."

Kid logic get!

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"It's permitted because the landlord permits it, and I can see you with my eyes." He points at them for emphasis.

See, these are easy questions!

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"The rules are different in Milliways sometimes," Arnold says. "Weird stuff goes down."

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Arnold looks totally lost. But then a proverbial (not literal, sadly) lightbulb goes off.

"Nothing," he says with a smile. "It's a figure of speech. It means that weird stuff happens around here."

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Aw, ruin a good joke, why don't you," he laughs. "There are rules here, though. Just three."

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Arnold holds up three (of his four) fingers and ticks them off as he speaks.

"No violence, no sex, and no outside business."

Beat.

"Oh, and the first drink is free."

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-03 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I think dead people live here," Arnold says with a shrug. "It's just a thing, I guess. But if you bring outside business in you get thrown in the cells!"

Which sounds exciting to a nine-year-old, but isn't nearly so much so in practice.

[identity profile] heyfootballhead.livejournal.com 2009-06-03 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I've never been in danger here," Arnold says innocently. "It's a pretty calm place."

'Pretty calm' might be a little bit of an exaggeration.

[identity profile] onceareaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
(OOC: Bwahahaha Awesome. I'll have to send my boy along after I get back from my run. :D)

[identity profile] onceareaper.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
The door opens again, to admit someone who is not a dark slip of a girl. For one, he is not, most assuredly, a girl. As well, he is rather much taller.

Thirdly, you would have to know him much better than to just look at him to discover how he is dark.

"I'm afraid I must get back to my cataloging! It was very nice seeing you, please come back soon! ♥!" He calls, backing through the door on his wooden sandals, half-bowed to someone in the other room.

Once he slides the door closed, the false cheer slides off his face for a moment as quickly as paint. Some people just will not take a hint.