[EP] Greetings from Mars

[1nv1nc1ble]

[OOM: First things first, the launch of Manned Mars Space Transport System was successful. Escort duty underway, Mark finds out that space travel, if you don't have to actually do anything, is really, really boring (also, that sandwiches are the Worst Space Food Ever). That being said, the mission got to Mars without being attacked, and Mars itself is pretty cool. Except, you know, when the astronauts go missing, and the Martians turn out to be a bit... territorial.]

There is a strange, subsonic hum, a smell of ozone, and then a discharge of static, and a figure literally appears out of nowhere in front of the Door to Milliways. Invincible is in uniform, but over his normal blue and yellow suit, he wears a strange apparatus across his chest and back, and has a bubble-shaped helmet under one arm.

He blinks, looks around, and smiles slightly. "Weird," he says to himself. "I don't think that was supposed to happen." He makes his way towards the Bar, leaving a faint trail of reddish-brown regolith from his boots, and sits down. "Just a water, please," he says. "Mars is kind of dry."

Open to conversation.

oom - outside

[i_am_your_host]

[ Millitimed to before Cubefall, in which the Master of Ceremonies finds himself alone with Jay...

And being alone with Jay leads to sex, of course. In the forest, under the moon and stars.



Warnings: ...Sex. And also an uninvited demon rabbit. ]

Much less dramatic entry than the first

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

So Bossuet's been gone for a little bit, doing revolutionary stuff, getting killed, the usual. A busy couple of years! And now here he is again, having slipped back into the bar at some improbably quiet hour of the night and gone straight to bed.

He looks much the same as he did last week, except for an entirely new set of 1830s-wear, courtesy of Milliways. Shiny new black coat, trousers not even a little bit threadbare, cravat all clean and fresh. He tugs uneasily on the latter as he sits down and orders a meal, and tugs at it again, craning his neck, while he stares around the room. It's been two years! Possibly. Unless it's been a week, or ten years, or negative-thirty years here, compared to his timeline. Is anyone he knows still here?

He'll go looking for his fellow dead Frenchmen soon, but--breakfast first. Lots of breakfast. Or lunch or dinner. Whatever meal this is.

((Warning for character death and some semi-explicit violence in the OOM links, yay.))

((Gonna be slow for a bit, but still here!))

(no subject)

[claudiometer]

Never let it be said that Claudia can't admit when she's in the wrong. To that end, when she comes in she makes a beeline for Bar and leaves a note there.

( for her teenage clone - we mean, Rikki Barnes )

That done, she asks for a drink - getting Heisenberg's Uncertain Drink as punishment for not specifying further, but at least she knows how to handle that - and heads to her Cubefall chair by the fireplace. For some reason, today calls for some light reading.

repositoryBadger is signed on.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

When she arrives in Milliways this evening, the first thing the Aes Sedai does is glide across the room to the bar. She sets a folded and sealed letter on the polished wood of Bar's top, and murmurs a soft request.

( Nynaeve al'Meara ti Mandragoran Aes Sedai )

The letter vanishes, and a small tea service appears. Moiraine takes it to her preferred table and settles there.