http://path-that-rocks.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] path-that-rocks.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-03-12 10:02 pm

First Entrance

A tiny poof of ... smoke? mist? ... appears on the bartop. It resolves into a perfect three-inch-tall replica of one of the Milliways tables, with two chairs to scale.

In one of said chairs comes an even smaller poof of white cloud, dissipating to reveal a tiny white-robed figure with little feathery white wings, a halo, and a golden harp roughly the size of a Sacajawea dollar (circa early 21st century America).

In the other, almost simultaneously, comes a poof of flame, dissipating to reveal ... a tiny red-jumpsuited figure with little spiky red wings, horns, and a pitchfork that an ordinary human-sized patron might easily mistake for a salad fork if it weren't barbed.

Both of them are looking around in startlement. The red-clad one gives a short, dry laugh.

"What are the odds?"

[identity profile] transgenic-max.livejournal.com 2006-03-13 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
She almost feels sorry for them. Almost.

"Nope. Sorry."

[identity profile] its-a-robe.livejournal.com 2006-03-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
His jaw falls open.

This is horrible. This is even worse than getting summoned before his hair's done.

"I, uh....I gotta go," he mumbles, sounding a bit choked up, and vanishes in a *poof* of white cloud.