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[ Pre-Milliways ]

The door opens, and a thin 15-year-old girl steps into the bar. In her hand is held one cinema ticket, and on her face, a look of sheer confusion.

Yup, she's one of them thar newbies.

[ ooc: mun flees for food; will pick up tags when I return. Back.

Also!!! If you were threading with one of my (Midge) other pups and want to continue a stalled thread, pls be leaving a link here and I'll get to it ASAP. ]

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[lady_moon]

Nearby is also a newly arrived member of the bar, but she has been briefed already on the ways of Milliways.

Moon looks up and smiles at the young woman.

"Hello," she says with a small giggle. "You look a bit lost."

The card had meant to come here, but she had discovered that many did not.

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

“I am a bit lost, señora,” she replies, merely glancing at Moon before her eyes wander elsewhere.

[lady_moon]

At the foot of her chair are Mons and Mare, asleep and quiet.

Moon forces her mind to focus.

Yes. Focus.

"You've made your way to Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe. You can see that event happening out that window, but I don't like it, so forgive me if I don't join you in that."

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

Eva’s eyes fall on the Observation Window.




Cue screaming.

She seems to be doing a lot of that (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/12197666.html?thread=505282850#t505282850) today.

[lady_moon]

Moon frowns.

"Now, that isn't called for. Stop it. You will upset Mons and Mare."

The wolves had picked up their heads when the girl began to scream.

"Not to mention the other patrons of the bar." She points to a nearby chair. "Sit and calm yourself."

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

“Madre de Dios!” she cries out, and crosses herself.

Restraining Eva might be a good idea.

[lady_moon]

She is finding this exceedingly annoying.

Reluctantly, she gets up from her comfortable chair, snapping a 'Bleib!' to the wolves when they started to also move.

Moon grabs the young girl's wrist and forces her into the chair.

"Stop this. Right now. Hysterics are for the theatre, not a bar."

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“But I thought I was in the theater!” she wails. “Or I was supposed to be!”

Hey, she’s only 15. Hysterics are for teenagers, too.

[lady_moon]

"No. It's magic, for lack of a better word."

Moon doesn't deal with kids often. Most kids don't play the tarot or have need of her.

"You may have supposed to have been somewhere else, but at the moment, you are now here."

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

“Magic? But magic is the devil’s work!”

[lady_moon]

She giggles.

"'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.' Not the Devil. Though it is possible you will meet him, or any number of his incarnations, here."

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

Eva tries to scream again. Mercifully, the scream is caught in her throat.

[lady_moon]

"What is your name?" she asks.

Simple, normal things first.

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

She swallows and tries to breathe.

“Eva.”

[lady_moon]

"Eva. A very lovely name. Would you like something to drink, Eva?" she asks.

Yay! Moon can keep her cool when needed.

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

She lets out a relieved sigh. “Gracias. What is there to drink here?”

[lady_moon]

"Whatever your heart desires. Water? Juice? Alcohol of some sort?"

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

“Do you have wine?”

[lady_moon]

She nods.

Instead of asking a rat, which she thinks would just set off another screaming fit, she goes to the bar herself and orders a light red for the girl.

"Here," she says. "I hope this is what you would like."

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

She grins. Eva’s used to white wine—it’s what she prefers—but she has no qualms with red. “Gracias, señorita.”

[not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com]

Cue rescue by masked hero.

Or at least a: "Hello miss. You seem a little lost. Didn't expect to come here?"

There was a pause then followed by, "Are you hungry?" After all, he had a veritable platter of nachos he wouldn't mind sharing.

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

Eva? Beams!

“Is this a costumed ball?”

[not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com]

Zorro blinked twice, fingers lifting to brush against his temple, realizing that, yes, he was still wearing his mask because, of course, no one here knew who he was, "Ah, not that I've been told, I simply wear a mask because I am a hero and this is so no one knows who I am."

He unfolded from his chair (though really, it didn't make him so much taller) and swept a bow, "I am Zorro."

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Eva beams even more so and curtseys. “Encantado,” she replies. “My name is Eva. I like heroes,” she blurts out, then covers her mouth, blushing.

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(sorry 'bout the unexpected slowtime there, work called, had to go in, headed home now, should be on in an hour or two)

Zorro laughed warmly at that, offering his hand, "Ah, well in that case you'd best come dine with me."