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[justasaleswoman]

The door opens, and a woman with long dark hair and a short black dress steps in.

Well, really, that's technically only partly true. But it's probably close enough to accurate. Workable, at any rate.

She stops and looks around. This doesn't feel like any bar she's ever been in before, and, darling, she has been in a lot of bars. Desperate people do like to drink, and a week in a bar here or there, that's like picking ripe fruit off low-hanging branches.

Well, well, well. Isn't this . . . interesting?



[OOC: If you're the sort who's good at recognizing demons, feel free. If you're not, though, chances are she's just going to come off as young human woman. Questions, etc., ping elsinorequeen.]

[tiny tag: the crossroads demon, cerberus]

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[cutting_edgex23]

There is a girl nearby with long dark hair. Said girl is also wearing black, but it is not a dress.

A tank top and track pants are her preferred attire. And she tilts her head, nostrils flaring, as the other woman steps through the door.

Eventually she approaches.

"Hello."

Beat.

"You have not been here before."

X would have smelled her.

[justasaleswoman]

Oh, yes. Very interesting.

"No, I'm pretty sure I haven't.

"I'm guessing, though, that you know a thing or two about this place."

[cutting_edgex23]

"I have been coming here since I was small."

It's kind of like her credentials.

"This is Milliways."

Beat.

"It is the end of the universe."

[justasaleswoman]

The woman turns to look around and catches sight of the Window.

"So it is.

"Always knew it would end in fire."

A lot of things end in fire.

Though the fire itself goes on . . . and on . . . on.

[cutting_edgex23]

X tilts her head, studying the other woman.

She does not go in for poetry.

"Oh. You have seen it?"

Beat.

"Some people do."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was dead (albeit sort of temporarily. Shh... canon is of the strange), but he could still make note of a beautiful woman walking into the bar. Especially when she's new.

So there was an interested look and an easy smile.

"Evening."

[justasaleswoman]

"Good evening," says the woman, with an easy smile of her own.

"I don't suppose you know where I am . . ."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

The smile dropped slightly into a more neutral expression of understanding.

"I do, you're at Milliways. The uh bar and restaurant at the end of the universe."

[justasaleswoman]

"The bar at the end of the universe."

Well, that sounds promising.

"And is that just one hell of a creative marketing slogan or . . . "

She trails off, inviting him to explain further.

If he likes.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Hardly, and that's not a special effect outside either," He gestured to the Observation Window. Sometimes a picture with exploding stars just sums it up better than words. And Nathan was better at giving speeches not poetry.

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

It's very interesting!

Which, of course, means that its clientele is a bit different from the standard bar fare.

Most bars, for instance, don't have teenagers roaming about in schoolgirl's uniforms, strutting around cheerfully and munching what look like Danish wedding cookies. And most bars don't occasionally force one to stop to let a wait-rat wander past - but, in this one, at this moment, just such a rat is forcing just such a teenager to pause mid-step.

He happens to pause right near the front door, and, in the process, he glances over towards it, waving one hand at the newcomer.

"Hi!"

[justasaleswoman]

Very, very interesting, indeed.

"Good evening.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore."

(Not that she was in Kansas before she got here. Well, at least, not immediately. But some lines are classics, even for demons.)

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm pretty sure you're not wrong," Momiji laughs.

Thankfully, the classic line seems to work inter-dimensionally.

"You've never been here before?" he adds, all curious. The calm ones are always the weirdest newbies, after all!

Also: "Want a cookie?"

[justasaleswoman]

"No, I've never been here before. I think I'd remember."

She smiles.

"That's kind of you, thank you."

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Milliways is really memorable." The boy nods enthusiastically, before holding the plate out towards her, so that she can claim one of the small, powdered sugar-coated treats.

"It's a magic bar that sort of pops up places, whenever it wants, all over, in different people's worlds! If you're lucky, you get a door where you can come here, whenever you want and visit. It's neat."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Behold the brimming bowl which has been foth to ease out hunger! Behold the flowing flagon, moist and sweet which has been sent to slake our thirst!

Er...

That is to say there is a pale young man; lanky, barefoot and dressed in a rough tunic sitting on the floor nearby. He has a large mug full to the brim of water set beside him. In his lap there is a steel bowl containing some rather interesting bar snacks (http://www.drsfostersmith.com/images/Categoryimages/normal/p_4577_FS26005DZ.jpg).

Shortly after the door opens, the newcomer will find herself on teh recieving end of a curious stare. He's come across that scent before here.

[justasaleswoman]

He might find himself on the end of a rather curious stare himself.

Hell recognizes its own, after all.

Only he's not . . . quite . . . anything she's encountered before.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

After a few tense seconds, the boy's eyes track slightly to the right, focusing on her ear rather than making direct eye contact. His shoulders relax slightly.

"Evening?" If it sounds a bit stiff... well. That would be because he's mimicing what he's heard others say here. It is evening, right? And that is what people say?

[justasaleswoman]

It's a very nice ear. Well, the ruby earrings she's wearing are stunning, at least. (They were the deciding factor in picking out this particular host body; they bring out the red in her eyes.)

"Good evening," she says, smoothly.

She nods to the not-exactly-human-shaped shadow on the floor.

"Don't look now, but I rather think you're giving away the trick."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Two demensional images usually pass entirely outside Cerb's perceptions. They're just not that important, really. Fortunately, this particular one has been pointed out to him before. He peers at it obligingly.

"I've been told I'm a bad liar."

Beat.

"Who're you?"

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

[He will ping as a demon as well, if she can sense that sort of thing.]

Billy's back stiffens when she passes near him, and he tries not to turn around. No outside grudges, no outside grudges, no --

He peeks over his shoulder.

[justasaleswoman]

[Oh, she can sense that sort of thing.]

When he does, he'll find a woman with an amused expression watching him with very red eyes.

What has the cat dragged in now?

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

Okay, Billy tells himself, panicking is a bad plan. A very bad plan.

Instead he's just going to look around and try to figure out the quickest exit.

[justasaleswoman]

Panicking might be a bad plan for him, but she always likes it when people panic.

They make such interesting choices.

She's still just watching, eyes wide and red as blood. Or fire.

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

He hardly has an unusual physical characteristics, unless you big hair. Billy's going to keep staring wide-eyed until someone interrupts them.