First EP

[nordthuum]

[[ Wrong place, wrong time... ]]

The door opens and a man wanders in.

All of three steps.

Then he stops and stares around the room.

Well then, the Sleeping Giant Inn seems to be not only much larger inside than the outside would suggest, but also furnished in a very odd way, frequented by a lot of very odd people.



The most recent visitor to Milliways is attired in quilted armor over chainmail, with gloves and boots of similar make. A travel pack and a greatsword hang at his back.



[[ Open until forever ]]

I haven't EPd anyone in a while, so MULTIPUP TIME!

[vance_prime]

The holiday season is upon us, and everyone is preparing.

Alyx Vance is drawing Christmas cards for her close friends, while D0G takes the twins for a brief walk around the lake in their baby carrier.

Twilight Sparkle is making a list and checking it twice. And then twice again for good measure. It just won't do to send Hearth's Warming cards to a faulty or outdated address, after all!

Princess Luna is reading a book about the modern pony holiday of Lunastice, in order to be better prepared this year.

And the cat is curled up in front of the fireplace fast asleep.

...okay, maybe not everyone is preparing.

[Open until it scrolls. Please specify who you're tagging.]

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

[oom: "Evening, Sheriff Pardy."]





[ooc: warnings for adult content, ptsd, and um, more adult content.]

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[seat_five_girl]

"Bar-san, do you have some sort of chest I could get? One with lots of small compartments?"

She gets an empty fishing tackle box.

"That will work, I guess."

She'll retreat with it to a table so she can sort things out instead of cluttering the bar top in just a moment.

[OOC: Open forever!]

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[bloodyvirgo]

Taking a quick break from working up in her room, Kanaya takes a moment to scurry downstairs with a stack of envelopes.

Carefully, she lays them down on the Bar counter.

"Can You Please Ensure These People Get Their Invitations?"

( Shephard, Ellen, Tyler, Alyx, Gordon, Teja, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, Princess Luna, Pinkie Pie, Duo, Cordelia, Rose, Lilly )

First Entrance

[feels]

It's not like he's ever coming back to Tatooine. The speeder is better off where it is, in the hands of a trader who can get a lot more than two thousand credits for it. Luke supposes the guy felt sorry for him, he bargained to a little over the minimum price they'll need to get out of this system and toward the one Ben wants to go to. Alderaan. Where that princess in the holo message is from. He pauses outside hanger 19 to take one last look around the space port, then steps through the doorway to meet Ben and the pilot they just hired.

Except ... this is not a hanger bay. Or the cantina they slipped out of earlier. The sandy haired kid stares around at the odd decorations while the door swings shut behind him.

Milliways is now +1 a future Jedi master, even if he doesn't know it yet.

(no subject)

[smallgayjew]

David is more than happy to take over for a bit when he gets the note asking him to. He's under a bit of stress at uni (which is fairly standard), so he could use the distraction.

He even scribbles out a quick specials list.


Tea
Ale
Cider

1/2 off if you help the bartender run lines.




[ooc: Calling it a night, will pick up threads tomorrow!]

(a shopping trip)

[i_got_vision]

[OOM: In Galveston, a love triangle develops between Butch Cassidy, Weyland's mechanical woman Mireille, and an 1885 Rover Safety Bicycle (whose name, though not mentioned in this story, is Betsy). Yeah, that just happened.]

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[k_in_black]

Agent K is at the bar, enjoying a glass of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon, and minding his own business until somebody decides to help him mind it.

[And unless he gets Milli-timed into this disaster in the making.]

Multi-pup EP

[crossbowkillshot]

Daryl Dixon is sitting at the bar. His crossbow is unloaded on his back with his quiver of arrows. He's drinking some water and just people watching. He leans back in his chair for a moment and sighs.

Near the fireplace is Steve Jinks attempting to stay at least a little warm this winter. He rubs his hands together as if he has just been outside and maybe that's a face.

At a booth, Cato sits, finally feeling rested and more energetic. The scars on his face healed but still visible. They are a reminder of what he went through before coming to the bar. His look is pensive, and for a moment, one might see a smile peek out through his gruff exterior.

All are very botherable.