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[ibiza]

When Margo steps inside she looks out of place in her sleeveless gown with the crown on top of her head. She doesn't seem to feel as out of place as she looks, though. In spite of sticking out like a sore thumb, Margo acts naturally as can be and steps up to the bar like any other patron. She should be in Castle Whitespire, ruling a kingdom, but as long as she's hopping between worlds she might as well have a drink.

She has a seat on a stool and leans over to a person nearby, not smiling but not looking particularly unpleasant, either.

"I don't suppose this place fixes a decent bellini." It's her go to 'comfort' drink. There's something soothing about the taste of peaches.

Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras

[mogget_cat]

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...



(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

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[takingthechance]

Sam steps in, in an off-red dress hovering somewhere between pink and fuchsia, a handbag in one hand and her coat in the other. Her heels clip against the wood floor as she makes her way to the Bar, settling down with a rather stunned expression. Very carefully, enunciating, she runs through her rather limited repertoire of swear words. Finding it very relieving of her feelings, she does it again, because that back there would have been an immeasurably stupid way to die.