First entrance post

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

The ever exciting merry-go-round door to Milliways opens and today it opts to deposit a redhead in a striking black and green ensemble. Her hair is a true, bright red, and she's got the slightest dusting of freckles to match over the typically pale white skin that most authentic redheads have.

She turns and looks behind her, then turns back to Milliways, staring at the patrons in suspicious fascination.

"Jamie Madrox," she mutters, likely inaudible except to those with super hearing. "If this is one of your stunts, I'll kill you with no remorse."

Since she's here, her professional demeanor takes over and she decides to give Milliways a brisk and thorough inspection. With all the other dimensions that the X-Men and X-Force have stumbled upon, she's less flustered than most new patrons would likely be.

The first thing is to search for other members of the extended X-family.

"Pardon me, but can someone tell me where I am?" she asks the bar at large. Her accent is Irish, softened perhaps by years of living in the United States but still there.

No Irish Spring jokes, please.


[[OOC tiny tag of lost but fiery redheads: Siryn; tiny tag of tiger: Tiger Cub

Post is open forever.]]

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[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"In the middle of a bar-room." She is knitting on autopilot, sitting at one of the tables, her feet propped up on the chair next to her. She already has one fingerless glove finished, and the second is recognizable as it hangs off the needles.

Blond and bangly and bright, Katya grins and goes on knitting.

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

The knitting is oddly reassuring - it's the simple domesticity of it, normalcy in a situation that for the present is decidedly un-normal for Terry.

"I can see that, surely," she responds affably, smiling back in return. "I was wondering exactly where this bar might be."

Terry approves of the color Katya is currently using for her gloves.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"That is the difficulty of it, no?" Katya had to pick something that'd go with the bangles, you see. These will at least last out the winter. "I don't think anyone's defined it very well. Or at least, they haven't told me. 'End of the universe' is so very vague and inexact." The Muscovite would at least like to know, vaguely, how far she has to go to get home, after all.

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

"What does the end of the universe have to do with a bar?"

She suddenly feels like she's in a Bukowski novel. Except Milliways doesn't feel quite that seedy.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"Nothing, which is why it wasn't in the first answer. It's just where it is." She shrugs, evidently okay with it, so far as it goes.

[a1enzo]

"End of the Universe. That's more of a when, though."

Her own colouring might be more striking if the youth who just replied to her weren't... well, green. And possibly made of plastic.

His current outfit is pretty interesting as well. Of course, there are a lot of strange costumes about just now. He has no idea whether hers is normal for her, or Milliways giving her the full welcome.

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

He looks like a young Green Giant brand spokesperson in military drag. That's her first thought. The second is that given where she's from, that's not so strange.

Her own outfit is her work uniform, but given that she works almost 24/7, it's almost ubiquitous.

What he says, however, is quite alarming.

"You're quite composed if this is armegeddon come to claim us."

[a1enzo]

"Oh, it hasn't come. You've come to it. You'll be back in your own time when you leave. Probably the exact same time you left."

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

She's come to Armegeddon. Well, that's a good one, sure to cause consternation and hilarity back home.

"It wouldn't be the first time I've gone to armegeddon, sad to say. But never a bar. What's the name of this establishment?"

[a1enzo]

"Milliways. It's a great place, honest. Most of the time, anyway. I'm Enzo Matrix."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"You're at a bar at the end of the universe." Charlie is at the bar, in his best trenchcoat and suit, but no mask. (For some reason, he finds that at least going halfway with some sort of costume keeps him from being covered in rhinestones.) "And you are obviously new here."

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

"Very new, don't drink, and what is the end of the universe doing in my multiverse?"

This is said politely, with her Irish lilt softening the staccato nature of her reply.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Ah. An Irish accent and a redhead's temper. The latter he knows about. "Technically, it would be everyone's multiverse. But that's a fair question. I'm afraid I don't have an answer, though. It's just here, and it likes to borrow people from everywhere and everywhen."

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

"And doing well, by the looks of the patrons. How..."

Siryn has just seen the Observation Window.

She is silent for approximately 10.0007 seconds. She's quick on the uptake, and a veteran X-Man, even though she does want to run over to the window and stare, stare, stare into naked oblivion.

"As I was sayin', not to be crass, but how did the owner get such prime real estate?"

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Magic, most likely. No one really knows. The Bar is a mystery wrapped in a tissue of mysteries. I've tried to find some answers, but I don't expect to find them." He notices what the redhead noticed, but lets her absorb it.

"It's called Milliways. I'm called Charlie."

[justdyedit.livejournal.com]

Jess is really good with voices. She can usually ID someone from across a crowded room with little difficulty and so it is that a familiar voice wanders into her awareness. She turns and spies a familiar shade of red (and really there are many shades of red back home) and she can't help but smile.

A quick conversation with a waitrat, two chocolate mousses delivered to her booth and just as Siryn is passing, she says, "They'll let just about any one in here won't they?"

Idly she wonders if Terry will recognize her out of uniform.

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

Terry knows the voice, and she hasn't heard it in years. She stops and turns to look at Jessica.

"You."

She is faux!angry.

How can she resist the urge to razz the person who was instrumental in her getting out of a life of crime and subsequently finding out that her real father was alive?

She can't.

[justdyedit.livejournal.com]

Jessica does bother to hide her smile but turns it to something a little sinister as she pitches her voice a little lower.

"I see you've fallen into my trap," she says in her best Madame Hydra voice (which manages to creep out a lot of the Avengers) and slides a bowl of dark chocolate delight her way. Two can play at this game.

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

"Foul fiend," whispers Terry, broadening her accent. "Begone! Tempt me not with chocolate!"

[electro_kinetic]

One X-member, coming up. Noriko Ashida is not, currently, familiar with the X-Force, but she bears the familiar logo of anything to do with Charles Xavier; a black and yellow skintight uniform that bares her arms and midriff, with the circled X on her belt. Her arms are only bare to the elbows, where metal gauntlets pick up.

And her hair is its usual striking dyed blue. "You're in Milliways. Welcome to it."

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

Both Jamie and Terry make sure that they have files on all the X-Men, former X-Men, future X-Men, and all associated teams. There are so many mutants floating around, even in these post-Decimation days, that keeping the ones affiliated with the X-axis seems only smart.

Terry's in her X-Factor black, with six green dots arrayed in two vertical rows up her bodice.

She stops and studies Noriko for a moment or two.

"Thank you, Surge. Am I right? It is Surge? Hello. I'm Siryn."

[electro_kinetic]

Nori blinks once, and it's no mistake that there's a flickering snap of electricity around her right hand when she's addressed by callsign. Nobody does that outside her team, and this woman is not one of those few.

"I don't know you. How do you know me?"

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

"By dint of being a student of Charles Xavier and living at the Xavier Institute almost as long as you've been alive. I was with X-Force, and now I'm with X-Factor, with enough team-ups between all the active X-People that I know who's who. Would you prefer I use your given name? What I'm wondering is why you don't recognize me, but maybe drills in who's who isn't part of the curriculum anymore."

Well, not really 'almost as long as you've been alive.' Terry is still young, but long, long, long on experience. Plus, word gets around.

[nathansummers]

"Theresa. It's nice to see you."

The voice comes from a familiar visage. Cable is here, from the 6 month point of X-Force, before betrayal, before knowing Vanessa, before SHIELD and the Six pack and much more. But he knows her, and his smile is small, if genuine. She is a smart one, skilled, and strong. He is again glad she joined.

[waxwontbeenough.livejournal.com]

It's Nathan Christopher Charles Dayspring Summers Askani'son.

"Nathan Christopher Charles Dayspring Summers Askani'son!"

She steps to him and flings her arms around him in a brief, tight hug.

"Oh, thank the Saints, it's been a while since I've seen you."