http://killer-bride.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] killer-bride.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-01-25 12:34 pm

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A tall blonde woman in blue scrubs walks stiffly into the bar. A rather pink and retro key chain dangles from her hand.

Like all newbies, she's confused.

[ ooc: also, please not to be confusing her with Angua. They Look Nothing Alike™ ]

[identity profile] sto-helit.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Mun goes woot!

Susan, on the other hand, just nods. "Welcome to the Milliways Bar. I'm Susan Sto Helit, granddaughter of Death, the universe is ending over that way, and the Bar can order you a drink if you like."

[identity profile] sto-helit.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Covers the basics, I think." Susan grins slightly. "Where did you come from?"

[identity profile] sto-helit.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"From Earth?" Susan guesses, having picked up a bit of chatter in the past few days. "I'm from a planet called the Discworld..."

[identity profile] sto-helit.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"This might seem a bit strange to you, then." Susan raises an eyebrow. "Everyone does get used to it soon..."

[identity profile] sto-helit.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"A hotel?" The word's unfamiliar to Susan; she wrinkles her nose slightly, frowning.

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[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Because the Mun cannot resist.

Because she clamors for Preston to tag Kiddo.

There's a John Preston, with a Bokken, heading past the door on his way to the outside.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Preston blinked, "This?"

He twirled the bokken with the air of an expert, "A Practice sword. I was thinking of going out to spar. Bar doesn't take too kindly to weaponry, so I leave my Katana at home."


[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Preston's just a little thrown off, Especially by her clothing.

"You must be new." His voice is gentle.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ho-tel: Pre-librian establishement for individuals travelling.

"...no." Preston's thinking he might not be getting any practice in today, "It's-" He twitches, "This is a bar. so to speak."

Beat.

"And not a hotel bar either-although there-um-well-"
Flail preston flail.

[identity profile] fathers-cleric.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Composed.

"Cats cannot get tongues unless the tongue is a part of the Cat's Prey."

Librian logic.

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
There's an attractive black woman with no legs eating her lunch at a table, in a floating wheelless wheelchair.

Yeah, it's weird.

She's not the most social being in the bar, but she does have a streak of pity for the newly-arrived, so she leaves her fettucini and glides towards the blonde. "New here, sugar?"

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2006-01-25 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc:...and, hell, I totally forgot I have to go to the store before my wife comes home. Another time?]