First entrance!

[unglitched]

The little girl who just walked into the bar doesn't look too unusual at first glance. Just a dark-haired, hazel-eyed preteen girl in a hoodie, skirt, and leggings.

But then you look again and see that her leggings are peppermint sticks, her skirt is made of chocolate shavings, and her hair is tied with a licorice whip (and covered with assorted small candies). And she doesn't quite look... human, really.

That would be because she isn't. She's a video game character, and proud of it.

She looks around the room and grins broadly. "Oh, man. Tapper's is way cooler than Ralph said it was."

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[paragonsoldier]

It's been a while since the bar has seen these two, although not all that long since they've seen the bar. If that makes any sense.

Commander Shepard has a man unconscious in the hospital and - predictably - no help from the Citadel Council. Although Shepard can't exactly blame them this time, as the Reapers are breathing down everyone's necks. But Shepard may able to get some help from the turians if she can pull the Primarch's ass out of the fire.

For now, she needs some time to think of her next move. Also a drink. She's at the Bar with a brandy.

~*~*~*~

Corazon usually wears a bandana to hide the nasty gunshot scar on her forehead, but now she has no bandana - and no scar, either. Well, that's not quite true. There's some faint scarring around her hairline, but you can't see it unless you get very close. She's also got some very interesting-looking new armor.

Corazon seats herself in a booth and waves over a waitrat. "I want some beef tacos and a big glass of water and some tequila," she says. "Actually, lots of tequila. Leave the bottle." When the waitrat leaves, Corazon says "Keep it down, Staci," seemingly to no one in particular. "I ain't up to explaining you to any folk just yet."


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[emptychair]

[OOM: Do you hear the people sing
Lost in the valley of the night?
It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light.

...

Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes...
Tomorrow comes!]


He can hear a distant song, the fading echo of drums, and there is a light that is too bright to be of the world he knows. He stumbles toward it, eventually all but falling through a doorway into...

Well, into he isn't sure where. He looks around him. Surely his comrades should be with him also, if this is indeed the afterlife the priests often spoke of. But there are no faces he recognizes, and he does not believe that the world beyond would take the form of a wine shop even if such a place did exist.

Bloodstained, tattered, smelling of gunpowder, he weaves his way toward the bar, feeling an overwhelming need to sit.

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[tiltingwithlips]

It's summer in the Welsh Marches, and today it's unusually beautiful outside, sunny and warm. It's the kind of day when even Lady Mortimer, as a rule most concerned with making sure her daughter is occupied with proper, productive matters, will relent.

"Go to, then," she tells Elizabeth with a smile, putting their bookkeeping aside. Elizabeth hardly needs to be told twice; she bounces to her feet with a grin, kisses her mother's cheek, and races for the door (in as a ladylike way as she can manage).

"Put thy work away!" Lady Mortimer calls after her. Elizabeth sighs and changes course, hurrying through the door to her room.

And stops cold, because this is clearly not her room.

So here in Milliways stands Elizabeth Mortimer, tall and still a little lanky at sixteen years old, with her dark hair braided and a leather-bound book clutched in one hand. She's staring around in frank consternation.

"How now?"

First entrance: OTA

[change_my_story]

When Matilda opened her closet that morning, she expected the usual assortment of clothes, hangers and various shoes.

What she didn't expect was to see a full on tavern, a much nicer than the ones daddy visited.

She took a step back, not closing the door but looking to see if her room was still there: it was. It also still remained when she took a few steps inside.

She supposed she shouldn't appear in such a place in her pajamas, but if this was in part of her closet-it wasn't like she had to worry anyway.

Matilda felt her face light up when she realized she could walk around in this place. She'd read books of doorways leading to other worlds-she just never expected one of them to be her own closet.





ooc: Matilda Wormwood's entered the bar again, Have a curious 4 and a half British girl in the bar. Maybe get her some breakfast. On and off slowtimed.

First Entrance

[blankflankbuilder]

There's a small filly pony who just emerged from wherever she came from. She didn't appear upset upon being stuck at Milliways, instead she looked pretty happy. So Apple Bloom did what she always did, she hunted down a way to get her cutiemark.

"Wow, wait till Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo see this place! It's so big. Where should I start?"