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milliways_bar2006-03-12 10:02 pm
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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?"
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?"
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He keeps inching away right up to 'evil spacefaring school,' whereupon he stops, immediately brightening.
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"...what's a Dalek?"
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"A race of genocidal, overloud, lunatic overgrown pepperpots." Her expression is just bordering on murderous for a moment, but she is comforted by the 'I make them explode' bit of the conversation. Exploded Daleks are nice.