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[momofabohemian]

An older woman elbows her way backwards through the door, a tray of cooling muffins in her hands.

When she turns around, her hands fly up in surprise, sending muffins flying in all directions. She doesn't scream- that would be unladylike- but she does give a muffled sort of squeak.

Someone's not in Scarsdale any more. Say hello to Mark's mom, folks.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara does not headdesk, no matter what the icon might be showing.

"......hi, Mrs. Cohen."

[momofabohemian]

She flails beautifully, desperately clutching spilled and spilling cakes.

"I- I- I- what in the world- hello dear- Sara?!"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Please, calm down." She keeps her voice steady, soothing. "You're safe. This...this place likes to surprise people." Obviously.

[momofabohemian]

She sinks thankfully into a nearby chair.

"I- oh, goodness." She takes a moment to pull herself together. "What is this place?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"It's going to sound really strange so please, bear with me." A deep breath. "I don't know if you've ever read anything by Douglas Adams--this is Milliways, the bar at the End of the Universe. Every universe. Brings in all kinds of people from all different worlds and times. I'm guessing the door popped up when you were in your kitchen?"

This probably wouldn't be the right time to say 'oh by the way, I'm from a different Earth,' would it?

[momofabohemian]

No. No, it really wouldn't.





"I- yes, yes it did," Esther says faintly, latching on to the only part of that she really understood.

Beat. "What on earth am I meant to do with these muffins?"

Those that aren't on the floor and/or on the other patrons, anyway.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a new one. Now, not only does he have a headache, but he's been beaned by a muffin. Reaching over, he picks it up and sniffs. Huh. That kinda smells like one of his mom's. Blinking, he doesn't even turn around. "Might want to be careful. Not all people don't mind being beaned by muffins."

[momofabohemian]

"I- I- Oh, sorry Mark."

There is a very long pause.

"...Mark?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"................... Mom?"

Mark stares, then runs a hand through his hair, and tries to look like he doesn't have the raging hangover that he does. "Uh.... what the hell're you doing here?" Here, of all places? Well, shit.

[momofabohemian]

"I- I-" Voice rising into a near-wail. "I opened the door and and and-"

Beat. "Where is here?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"Mom, mom, calm down. Sit down, for that matter." Mark's not good at the entrance speech at the best of times, but this, well, this is rather different. He takes a deep breath. "This is Milliways, Mom. We're, uh, at the end of the universe."

[momofabohemian]

She drops, rather more heavily than she'd intended, into a nearby squishy chair.




"We're where?"

[fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com]

Fran's leaned over to retie a shoelace.
A still-hot muffin lands on her head. There's a startled squeak.
She catches it as it rolls off.

[momofabohemian]

Esther squeaks again too, but regains her composure- sort of- with an effort.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!"

She flails. A lot.

[fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com]

Fran just shrugs; smiles. "Ahh, no harm done." Muffin's dented. She puts it on the table with a bemused look.

"Is this like a holiday thing? Muffin throwing instead of darts?"

[momofabohemian]

"I- I-"

Flailing desperately.

"This is definitely not my kitchen!"

[fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't think so," Fran agrees. She's still trying to figure out how SHE got here yesterday afternoon. "Are you all right?"

[momofabohemian]

"I- I- yes, I think," Esther eventually says, collapsing on a nearby chair and staring around herself with wide eyes.

Faintly, "Oh my."

[mallory-grace.livejournal.com]

Mallory was just headed toward the back door when a muffin comes sailing over her head. She catches it by instinct, and grins.

"Free muffin! Sweet!"

Maybe it's Bar's way of saying happy New Year? She breaks it in half and takes a bite of the still warm treat as she heads out the back door to play in the snow.

"I love this place."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

There's a sound that sounds suspiciously like a "meep", and an indignant "mew" from the boho girl and the little gray kitten in her lap.

She's never met Mrs. Cohen. But Mrs. Cohen most likely knows of her.

And of course, April knows of Mrs. Cohen.

"Um... did someone lose a muffin?"

[momofabohemian]

"I- I-" She flails, desperately trying to keep the few remaining muffins from falling.

"Oh! My goodness, sorry, dear!"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April laughs a little, turning in her seat and grinning. "No, it's okay, it was just surprising. And Taggie was a little startled.

The tiny grey kitten mews indignantly.

[momofabohemian]

She sinks thankfully into a nearby chair, rather more heavily than she'd really intended.

"Oh, goodness," she says faintly, looking around herself with wide eyes. "Where am I?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Millways, the bar at the end of the universe." she declares dramatically. Then she laughs. "Otherwise known as a really fucked-up meeting place for people from almost any universe you can think of, and plenty you can't.

[momofabohemian]

"Language, dear," she remarks automatically.





"I'm where?"