Entrance Post

[last_kallig]

Ibani is wearing the same nondescript beige outfit she wore on her trip to Quinlan's time period when she comes downstairs. The lightsaber she received from her Master is currently disassembled upstairs while she's working on it, so she's carrying the green bladed saber she took from Yadira Ban.

It wouldn't be hard to mistake her for a jedi right now, which may or may not be intentional. She's staked a claim on one of the couches as it is an excellent spot to people watch.

first entrance

[photographs_well]

Enter, from a newly-appeared door, a dark-haired woman, sharply dressed, looking rather damp about the sleeves and ankles: Liz Imbrie. In one hand, a rather waterlogged camera; the other, en route to straighten her hat, freezes midair as she sees that this door did not lead where she expected it to.

For a moment or two she stands frozen, wide-eyed. Then slowly, instinctively, she begins to raise her camera-- only as it sheds a bit of water down the front of her jacket does she remember--

"Oh, damn."

--that that plan isn't going to work.

She moves slowly towards the bar and settles herself carefully on a stool, as if uncertain that it will really hold her weight, if it's really real. She sets the camera down on the bar beside her.

"Well," she says. "If I'm dreaming, at least there's a bar."

A pamphlet appears. Or maybe-- surely?-- it was there all along. She picks it up.

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[electro_kinetic]

It's low tide outside at the Milliways inlet beach, leaving a broad swath of flat wet sand between the sunbaked grains nearer the grass and the water steadily lapping at the shore.

There is a Noriko on the wet sand, walking with light footsteps and a rake dragging along behind her, making a wavy piece of art in light and dark sand colors, mimicking seaweed with bubbles trapped and scurrying along to the water. The seaweed strands are double helixes, and the bubbles reveal themselves to be buckyballs when viewed up close.

She'll be botherable when she's done, sitting on a rock with her ankles in the water with a drink.

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[v_knidh8er]

When you weren't looking something strange happened.
The lighting around the Front Door...changes.
It appears to dim ever so slightly. Everywhere but...two focal pools of light.

One pool is on the Door proper, and is roughly man-sized.
The other, is much much smaller, and on a section of wall just to stage right...no wait, that's not a section of wall at all. It's a much smaller door. A door that until just now, just when you looked at it full on, wasn't there before. You'd swear it wasn't.

Music with a twangy sort of bassline begins to play softly at first, but it swells when the smaller door opens.
An Oompa Loompa Steps forward.
He's dressed in a well tailored suit, with a tie that matches the green of his dreadlocks.

Applause from nowhere in particular sound an ovation.
He waits for it to quiet, a small smirk plays upon his lips.

"Kids, shine your astro spurs and don your robot fists! ‘Cause it’s time for our first feature: “Sparks Nevada: Marshal on Mars!"

Through the doorway two additional Loompas appear.
One is playing the bassline on a green guitar slung over his shoulder, the other has a child's sized trumpet on which he begins to play an accompaniment, Mariachi-style.

"Justice rides a rocket steed across the crimson plains of the fourth planet. Where one man brings fear to robots and aliens, and hope to the humans who yearn to make this frontier planet their home.

He is: Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars!"

The unseen crowd roars with approval.
A fourth Loompa appears in the doorway joining the one with the dreadlocks at the microphone.

Together they sing:

When there's varmints need a' catching
And young 'uns need a' saving
On my rocket steed he races across the stars
For he's sworn by the burrs of his astro spurs
to right the outlaw wrongs on Mars
(Yes he rights the outlaw wrongs on Mars!)
Oh the hypercattle's humming
And the Marjun's savage drumming
Are as beautiful as comet bugs in jars
Oh he's
from
Earth!
But he right the outlaw wrongs on Mars
(Yes he rights the outlaw wrongs on Mars!)
On the plains of the red planet I uphold the law
And he does it with a pair of robot fists
(POW!)
Evil extermination he has faced
For his robot rogues they hardly ever miss!
(Hardly ever miss!)
And he reckons he'll be riding
In the name of truth and justice
For as long as we can count the shooting stars
For he's sworn by the burrs of his astro spurs
To right the outlaw wrongs on Mars
(Yes he rights the outlaw wrongs on Mars!)
And he's from Earth!

It's only after the song is finished that the Front Door Opens.

The lights return to normal, and the Loompas leave as mysteriously as they had arrives.
And that little door?
It disappears in the blink of an eye.

[OOC: Reactions only.]

(no subject)

[from_earth]

[Pre-Milliways: On the crimson plains of the fourth planet (we designate it Mars), Felton Lagravenese, a local yokel, informs Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars, that something strange has shown up in Town. Is it Jupiter spies, or worse, an illegally parked spaceship? Find out on the next thrilling adventure of: Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars!]

The front door to Milliways opens and makes an unusual sound not unlike swinging saloon doors.

Two men enter. One comes first -- tall and ruggedly handsome, if he does say so himself -- with a shock of red hair poking out the front of his cowboy hat and two pistols at his hips. Also present: what appears to be a pair of robot fists.

The other man -- shorter, grayer, more harried -- is creeping along behind, gazing fearfully around the first man's body.

Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars, stops inside the door and looks around.

"Reckon it's a saloon after all, Felton, else these aliens have a dedication to thoroughness and realism that's to be admired."

[OOC: First entrance! Tag one, the other, or both! Slowtime is likely, but post is open forever. :D ]

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[auxin]

[oom: The Case of the Baguette Bandit: Part 1. TW: Minor violence]

The second time he finds this strange place, Lance-Constable Fiddyment is not quite so shocked. The people he met last time were right; time did stop, and he could have caught his suspect if circumstances were different.

The green guy had described this place as time out. Maybe he can make use of it.

He goes to the bar and gets out his notebook. Captain Carrot always says that the notebook is probably the most important tool he has. He pulls out a stub of pencil about an inch long and turns to the next clear page.

'Baget bandit
1. He is about 30 and has a goaty and black hair
2. He is not a dwarf but he uses dwarf bread as his waepon why?
3. He does not get his bread's' from Aliks Dads shop becorse theyr kiln is not long enuff for dwarf baget's' and the baget oven is not hot enuff.'

The pencil lead snaps. He grimaces, and gets a penknife out of his pocket to sharpen the inch of pencil down.

(no subject)

[fry_sandhu]

Fry is in the main bar, with his chess set out. If he can play three different people this week, he'll get his badge, so he's looking for opponents that aren't his sister or his dad.



[ooc: See this post. I am happy to either play the games out, or we can do d20+age and handwavery, or however you fancy!

N.b. your pup doesn't have to be a Scout to challenge Fry, he can still count them.]