AU week Dimension of Disaster Amascut

[death_gone_mad]

There is a lioness roaming around the grounds today. Well, not really roaming.

She is spending most of her time lounging underneath two trees; when she feels its too hot, she moves to a maple tree with a good view of the lake and grassy area behind the bar, and when she feels its too chilly, she moves to a ceiba tree with a good view of the balmy beach and inlet to the strange sea beyond Milliways.

Well, it may be difficult to tell she's actually a lioness. She sports a dark red full mane, for she is Pharoah of all cats, the Judge of Souls, the Hunter of Demons, the Devourer of wicked things. She's travelled to Milliway for a momentary rest, but wherever she lays is fine enough to serve as her court.

Bring her an offering, and Pharoah Amascut may even grant a favor.

[ooc: welcome back the DoD AU, and most importantly saner and comfortable in her own skin and with her kin, version of Amascut]

AU Week

[mightbeagoodone]

The door to the bar opens to the sound of an audience roaring, "Sher-LOCK! Sher-LOCK!" in unison, and in sweeps Sherlock Holmes.

The latest version of Sherlock Holmes is known as the Gentleman: a tall, slim figure with slicked-back hair and wearing black trousers and waistcoat, a white shirt underneath that is soaked in sweat from the energy he pours out during his concerts. The days of spectacle are past, but Sherlock still lives for his audience.

Even when it leaves him utterly drained, and parched. The bar is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one.

He sits, says, "Water to start, please," and puts the matching sleek black electric guitar on the stool beside him.

He'll leave the real world behind for a while, gladly. It's fun, but ... well, it's not 1972.



[ooc: Sherlock is also from the Rock Star AU, a few years into their future.]