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[harryhotspur]

Hotspur is sitting in the Bar, slumped low in a chair, her eyes fixed on the place where her door ought to be. She's got her fatigues on on the bottom, just a t-shirt on top, her black curls piled into a haphazard bun on top of her head, but her casual look is belied by the tense set of her shoulders, the sharp, speculative look in her eye.

Indeed, her repose only lasts for a moment or two before she springs to her feet, strides to the wall and slams herself into it, shoulder-first, as if to break down the presently invisible door. (It doesn't work.)

She's getting a little tired of being stuck here.

[ooc: since au week seems to have kicked off early... harry's coming from a modern(ish) au based on a production i saw, where hotspur was-- as you may have guessed-- a woman (and still married to kate. it was a great show). she is coming from early in her canon, and thus is not dead, but bound.]

Leverage AU

[childofrebellion]

The door opens with a push of Cassian's shoulder as he holds a gun which he quickly holsters under his leather jacket as he spots where he is. Milliways will do for now as this job ended up having more security than it should have. As he moves to the counter, he curses in Spanish as he realizes his arm's bleeding and asks for bandages before getting his jacket off.

Under his jacket, he's wearing a shirt that says Monterey County Fair, there's a gun holster under his shoulder and a long slash on his arm. Along with the first aid kid, Bar gives a napkin that he answers in Spanish, "Its not that bad. I'm almost out."

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, AU Week
Cassian is from a modern AU inspired by Leverage. In terms of timeline, he's a few months before the AU's beginning of Rogue One.

Wilford Warfstache - AU Week

[cottoncandypink]

The door opens, and a dog trots through, stopping only to shake off a torrent of water from its fur. It's holding some sort of tentacle in its mouth. The tentacle is still writhing.

A few seconds later, the dog's owner steps through. Seeing where he is, Will breathes a deep sigh of relief and takes off his coat, shaking an even bigger torrent of water from it. After that, he and his dog make their way to the fireplace, where he immediately begins shedding as many layers as he can while still being in compliance of the "no nudity" rule, and hanging everything up on chairs to dry. From his boots, he pours out even more water.

With that taken care of, Will leans back into one of the sofas and tips his hat down over his eyes, hoping to maybe get a bit of rest after that ordeal.

[ooc: Wilford is from the Pirates of the Caribbean universe, and brings with him all of the monsters and mayhem from it.]

(no subject)

[explosive_artist]

[OOC: Padawan Sabine Wren's AU.]

Sabine comes into the bar tossing a bolt into the air. At the apex, the bolt slows and floats for a moment longer than it should, before falling to land in her palm.

(Practicing with the Force is all well and good, but she has no way of knowing if Imperial sympathizers are present in bar at the moment. Best to play it safe.)

"Caf, please. Mandalorian if you have it." She's dressed in armor, dull and not quite painted (yet), and a drab green poncho. Twin blaster rest in the holsters at her hips and her hair is various shades of red. (Here's some fan art for a visual.)

AU Emcee - 1954, NYC

[i_am_your_host]

The door opens a crack, and Big Joe Turner's "Shake, Rattle & Roll" blares through.

"No, no, I want both versions, this and Bill Haley's," says a German-accented voice in English, obviously in conversation with someone. "I don't care what the parents say, it's for the kids, not them. ...Yes, well, I don't care what they say about me either, I think we've established that by now. Be back in a minute, darlings."

The door swings open further and Emcee turns around and--

"Ah. Well, well. Here we are again."

He lets the door shut behind him as he clutches a clipboard under his arm and tucks a pencil behind his ear.

This particular Emcee is wearing blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up, Chuck Taylors with no socks, and a black t-shirt with the sleeves fashionably cut off. His hair is a floppy, silvery-gray, and thick, black-rimmed spectacles sit upon the bridge of his nose.

It's probably time for a wine break.

[OOC: AU Emcee is older and almost 10 years after WWII.]

Abe no Seimei: Terra Ignota AU

[yinyangwizard]

The door opens on a gleaming city where the neon fires of commerce light curving metal walls, and flying cars dart through the air in a complicated dance. Crowds throng the streets, from booted Humanists and gentle Cousins to somber Masons and laughing Europeans.

Someone detaches themself from the crowd and slips through the door: a man, a Utopian, their eyes covered by a silvery vizor, their Griffincloth coat currently displaying a twilit, overgrown temple garden. A green sensayer's scarf winds loosely around their neck.¹ They quietly but firmly shut the door, cutting off the sights and sounds of the city.

(On the Griffincloth coat coat, a three-tailed kitsune emerges from behind a tree, sniffs the air, twitches its tails, and bounds off out of sight.)

"Ah! What a welcome surprise! And fortunate too: I need some new material." The Utopian reaches into their coat and pulls out a small notebook and pen, so they can sketch anyone particularly interesting for possible later use in one of their books.

(They might be sketching you.)

¹For a more in-depth description of Abe no Seimei Akira Miyazaki's outfit, please see his profile.

AU Week EP

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko comes through the door looking...essentially not at all like her usual self. In place of the usual modern and rather baring clothes, she's in polished boots and a fitted waistcoat, pulling at a black knotted neckcloth. Her hair is neatly queued back with a securely tied black ribbon, and from the securely-stitched leather harness (that thankfully somewhat obscures the fact that she's wearing breeches) hangs a short sword.

It isn't the typical British boarding sabre, because the person wearing it isn't a typical British officer, despite the captain's bars on her bottle-green coat. A coat which she is hurriedly shedding, because she really quite hates wearing it, leaving her in shades of cream and white in her shirtsleeves. However, upon not finding the valet that should be by the door, she stops and looks up: then over, at what ought to have been an open door and the lieutenant she'd last seen on the other side of it, seeing neither.

"Ah. Well," she says to herself, and re-folds the letters, carefully hanging her jacket on a nearby coat tree.

If only she had the faintest idea where she was, collecting herself might be a somewhat faster process.

[ooc: AU week Noriko is a go! She's coming from the Temeraire series of books by Naomi Novik, and is a captain in the British Aerial Corps under somewhat...peculiar circumstances.]

AU Week: Child Ibani First Entrance to Milliways

[last_kallig]

Ibani shivers against one of the walls of Milliways, her body wracked with fever and hunger both. She hadn't meant to end up here, didn't know this was a place that existed, but it's shown up at just the right time.

She's somewhere between seven and ten, clothed in fabric with far too many holes in it, and wearing a slave shock collar around her neck. Her bones stand out too sharply against her skin and her eyes are fever bright and darting around the room.

She knows she must have food, must have fuel to fight the sickness attacking her body. Unconsciously, the Force reacts to her desires, resulting in a kind of fitful grasping like a drowning person clawing onto whatever they can to stay afloat.

Maybe, maybe if she gets close enough to one of the tables she can steal some food without anyone noticing. Yes, yes that's a good plan.

AU Week

[mightbeagoodone]

[Fabulous, glamorous, and covered in glitter.]

The door to the bar opens to the sound reporters jabbering and photo shutters clicking, and in sweeps Sherlock Holmes.

He's made up, dressed up, and wearing platform heels that make his already six-foot figure even taller.

(He looks amazing. He knows it.)

Press conferences are exhausting. Thank goodness he can get away for a bit in an intergalactic bar.

Tranquil!Ysalwen, AU week

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen steps through the doorway, holding a stack of scrolls and books to be returned to the library. She makes these rounds every afternoon, walking up and down the corridors of the senior enchanter's dormitory, then the regular enchanters, then the apprentices.

Then she sweeps the library. But this is not the library.

It is not the Fade, either. It will never be the Fade again.

Ysalwen's arms are getting tired. She sets the books on a nearby table and seats herself there.

Waiting until someone comes to fetch her is all there is to do. Curiosity, you see, happens to other people.

[ooc: Tranquil!Ysalwen, at your service. Her write-up is here.]