Entry Post: An Unexpected Escape Route

[paladins_lady]

A tall, blonde teenaged girl hurries into the bar. She doesn't look as if she belongs in any business that's making money; her clothes--a blue-and-green pullover that's too short in the arms and at least three sizes too large in the torso, acid-washed jeans that are virtually swimming on her amd battered sneakers that are being held together by tape and wishful thinking--are decidedly ill-fitting. Her half-striding, half-sidling entrance might well suggest that she's hastening away from something as fast as possible but doesn't want anyone to stop her with awkward questions about why she's running. This is appropriate, as it's very nearly the case.

For half a moment after she enters, she looks relieved. Then she looks around at the bar, the customers and the undead waitrats, staaaaaaaaaaaaares, rubs her eyes and then stares some more.

"How did I get from St. Mark's Bookshop to the Nevernever?" she mutters.

Frowning and stepping quickly away from the door, she takes a corkscrew route around tables, chairs and the occasional waitrat toward the Bar. Surely, her expression says, someone has an explanation for what's going on.


[OOC: Feel free to talk to the confused young wizard. Basic info on Charity here and here.]

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[crabbycustomer]

"i don't know what i'm going to do, kanaya. honestly. but... my door changed."

616 Ben Grimm - OOM

[ever_lovin]

[OOM:

Through the darkness of future past
The magician longs to see.
One chants out between two worlds
Fire walk with me.

 

Warnings for length and violence against women and self. Spoilers for Fear Itself: Fantastic Four.]

616 Ben Grimm - Where the pool table was

[ever_lovin]

[OOC: Taking full advantage of Milliways time effects, this takes place after all Fear Itself OOMs, even the ones I haven't written yet.]

The Front Door cracks open and Ben peeks in before closing the door again. One might have heard a sigh of both relief and worry before it closed however. A few minutes of bar time later and the door opens to a large box being pushed through. Ben eventually follows, picks up the pool table sized package and carries it over to where the old table used to be. His shoulders are bowed by the weight of his guilt but a guy takes care of things, especially when it'd be easier to run.

He sets the box down, clears a space to work in and opens the box to begin. "Ah crud," he says realizing he forgot a screw driver.

A little help might be good.

[[OOC prt2: I'm running to slow but I wanted to get this up while it made sense, time wise, in Milliways.]]

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[mycursedface]

The door opens and in jingles a small, winged woman wearing a lot of bangles, a brightly coloured skirt (reds and greens and oranges and blues), and a backless blouse. Wings, you understand.

Of course, given the wings are a) large and b) made from living gold feathers, the narration appreciates that although the woman is supernaturally attractive, attention is going to be on her wings. That's okay - it means the black snakes amongst her black braids will not be noticed for a moment or so.

The snakes are hissing; the woman herself just pauses, and blinks.



"I take it I missed something?" Medusa asks, musical voice lilting up in bemused confusion.

[ooc: open until I declare it closed!]

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[fallsinplace]

Domino is sitting at the bar again, even though there's no bartender. She's not drinking, instead she's reading a book she'd kept tucked in her belt during the previous day's meeting. She knows she could ask for any number of amusements from the Bar, but she's not in the mood. A nice, relaxing book is all she needs.

She looks quite pleased about something, but it's impossible to say what or why.

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[queenofmay]

The Door is still gone, and Marian is restless.




She's down by the surf, walking near the waves.
But she hasn't gone anywhere near the dock.

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[scurlock]

After spending the night upstairs in his room (or what was left of his room, anyway, with all his things scattered across the floor and the contents in disarray), Doc stops by the bar to write a note to leave for Sallie.

( Mrs. Reynolds- )

After he drops the note off, he settles in at the counter with a ledger to do a bit of record keeping. He took notes earlier when he was out in the stables and needs to update his records.

[ooc: No tags except for Sallie in this post, but his one from last night (HERE!) is still open to tags!]

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[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus' days are rather busy so he must work to find time to write his book and he has a moment. Due to some travel troubles, he is not needed and thus can finally put to paper the chronology that has been bothering him.

When he enters his room and finds Milliways, he looks around the rubble in confusion before going to the counter to get paper and a pen.

Then he sets to constructing the timeline, he is quite certain that he has the proper chronology of the early kings of Narnia. It is slightly difficult that his sources are in his room but those can be checked later and perhaps he can have some of the fine tea here.

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[no_justice]

Death comes into the bar from the lake door, after leaving Binky in the stables. He walks through the work directly to the bar and sits down.

I would like a curry, please.

And he gets one.

Come say hi!

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy, tonight, is looking rather more Queenly than has been her wont of late.

The dress is very, very grand, and she's still wearing her third best crown when she comes through the door.

A moment later, she has removed the crown and set it on the table in front of her, pushed her trailing sleeves up past her elbows and out of her way, and asked a waitrat for a pot of tea.

There's nothing like a seven-hour Council meeting to make a woman appreciate a good cup of tea.

Would anyone else care for a cup?

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[heartofthedream]

There is a woman, or The Phoenix, or a woman who is The Phoenix, or The Phoenix who looks like a woman Jean is sitting on the grassy knoll overlooking the baseball field, knotting a daisy chain, as the dusk is settling and the stars are coming out.


It's really better not to ask where she found full-bloomed daisies in March's chill either.

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[blowupthefloats]

For the first time since his original entrance into Milliways, Detective-Sergeant John Munch draws up short as he steps through the doorway.

"Whoa. What the hell happened in here?"

His question goes unanswered, naturally. In fact the only response he gets at all is a napkin showing up on the Bartop with a very familiar request on it.

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

A few minutes later Munch is standing behind the bar, the specials board up behind him:

Tonight's Specials
All beer and soft drinks 50% off (bottled and draft)

Half-off other drinks if you can tell the bartender what went on here.


Munch might not know everything that's going on in Milliways right now, but at least he's got Happy Hour under control.

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[fromtheoldcountry]

Borgel had tried to ride out the Apocalypse, even in spite of his still-open door. But it had proven too much for an old man like him, and he'd ducked out when things got rough. It's a bit of a sore point for a man like Borgel.

So naturally, he had to return at some point. If only to see if the place had somehow survived.

He leans through the threshhold and smiles. "Oh, good. It's still standing."

He turns back. "Come on in, boys!"

A portly 12 year-old kid and a small white terrier walk briskly in after him.

"Alright, so we're going straight to Alpha Centauri after this, right?" the boy says. "We won't spend too much time here again?"

"Yeah," says the dog. "Junior here has schoolwork to not be doing."

"Oh, shut up," the kid says. "I'm just a bit concerned, seeing as how we almost all died the last time we were here."

"Now boys, there's no need to be fighting," Borgel says. "Besides, we almost die every time we go on vacation. It's a family tradition."

The three of them sit themselves down at a nearby booth. Botherable.