AU week raven telepath Ragnar

[bigarmy_strangepants]

 A tall man in a rough homespun blue shirt enters the bar, followed by a pair of ravens.

He seems to have been here before, as he claims a rolled-up map from the bar, orders a tankard of ale, and settles at a table with one of the ravens, studying the map.

The other raven sits in the rafters, watching.


[[OOC: Ragnar is from the same mutant Vikings AU as Sinric, and can telepathically connect to ravens.]]

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[freedom_is_grey]

[OOC: Ysalwen as an elf from Arlathan, back before the creation of the Veil and the fall of the elves.]

A woman sweeps into Milliways' environs from somewhere out in the deep forest. The trees bend aside from her path as she walks, barefoot and soundless, over the fallen pine needles and damp earth. Her white hair is bound with a golden circlet inset with deep blue sapphires, and her blue and cream gown is embroidered with fine threads of gold.

There are no tattoos on her face.

No mabari shadows her steps.

This is the Lady Ysalwen of Arlathan, handmaid to no one.

Though perhaps this path she is on will lead to somewhere safe to bring the slaves. Somewhere -- sheltered.

And that explains why she opens the back door to the bar, stepping gracefully through. The scent of the night comes with her, tinged with the faintest hint of summer grasses.

Blending in, it would seem, happens to other people.

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[brobrobrobrobro]

In the corner, someone (or someones) has erected a temporary stage. Why is there a stage?

For the performers.

There are often live performances at Milliways, but how often do they involve at least a dozen Eastern European Elvis's in rhinestone-studded jumpsuits?

(Only as often as the Jumpsuit Draculas accidentally stumble into Milliways and don't get locked up in the security office.)

(JK, they still sing when they're in lock up.)

Tonight, though, a rare treat. All of them! Performing at once! Singing different songs!

ONE.

NIGHT.

ONLY.

(It sounds *@&#$ awful.)


[ooc: Please enjoy tonight's entertainment, both the music and the inevitable descent into beating people with mic stands. Reactions only. Probably. Unless you really piss off the King.]

Mutant AU Sinric

[thewidewideworld]

A lithe figure dressed in Byzantine finery slips in through the door, a silken veil hiding all but a pair of startling gold shot eyes.

The figure looks around in fright and worry before seeking the warmth of the fire. The youth slips off a pair of fine kid leather gloves to warm long, delicate fingers, still watching the room furtively.

To those with average desires, the figure is attractive, interesting and may remind them of someone they are strongly attracted to. For those with strong desires (or hungers), the figure seems to hold an almost magnetic pull, reminding them very strongly of someone, or something, they want.


{ooc: Sinric is an empathic, desire-driven shapeshifter of the Mutant X gene line. If you want to bounce ideas or talk about how your pup might reach, drop me an email or PM, contact details in the link. May suffer from sudden slowtime over the next few days but I’ll do my best to keep up.}

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[athelstanthescribe]

The door opens and a small boy slips through.

He's wearing a somewhat too large brown robe, in monastic style. As soon as he notices that he isn't where he should be, he backs up against the wall, wide-eyed.

(This may or may not do a great deal to disguise the wings sprouting from his back, through carefully made slits in the robe.)

AU week EP

[merryeccentricities]

Joly nearly bounces into the Bar, delighted as always to see Milliways again.   Alcmaeon flutters along beside him,  the little finch hopping around the unoccupied tables and chairs. 

Joly greets Madame Bar cheerfully, and puts down enough money to cover a day's meals and drink-- and blinks when a packet appears for him, wrapped neatly in brown paper and lettered horribly with what's unmistakeably his own handwriting.  

Alcmaeon pecks carefully at the package. "I didn't see you do this" he chirps. "I don't trust it." 

"Well, and I don't remember doing it, but there must be some explanation--and I don't think Madame Bar would pass it on if it were dangerous just to look, surely. " He gives Madame Bar a fond pat.  "So we're going to look." 

But not without  a drink, and a table, and maybe a meal. And gossip with any interesting company that comes by.

(Joly and Alcmaeon are from the same Daemon AU verse as last year!  Joly's daemon Alcmaeon is a tit. Yes, they've both heard the jokes. But they will probably still laugh.) 


(OOC: for another hour or so, then shifting to slowtimes, but not gonna miss AU week!)