Mars - First Entrance...well first entrance in a long time*

[u2642]

The Front Door opens, admitting a large man in blue denim and no shirt, holding a juvenile goat. He stops, realizing instantly that he is not in his barn, takes a look around and then cocks his head to one side as if listening to something. Nodding, he turns to set the goat down and gives it a push back through the door. "Looks like your medicine will have to wait, Macbeth," he says before closing the door and turning back to the bar.

He then makes his way to the bathrooms to wash up, all the while looking the place over. Finally, he sits at the Bar and waits for a server. Some coffee would be good but dang has this place changed since...well since Emperor Constantine. His finger taps as he'd really like some coffee. Someone want to let the semi-new guy know how much the bar has changed?

[OOC: *I should give create to Apollo-mun for the idea of him not having been in a long time as they did with Apollo. =]

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[covert_bandage]

"You're probably wasting your time, unless you're actually waiting for a particular patron to show up," observes the blond fellow in the white lab coat. "The Bar's automated and takes voice orders. You won't see an actual tender until... probably sometime late in the evening, at least by the standards of the environment out the back door."

[u2642]

"Oh, my things have changed," Mars says with a grin. "A coffe please, something free trade and South American if you don't mind...?" He doesn't seem too surprised when the soup bowl sized mug appears.

"Thanks," he says to the guy in the lab coat as he takes a deep breath of the coffee's aroma. "The rules still no Violence inside, no hanky-panky in public and no outside business?"

[covert_bandage]

"They were the last time I checked," says Arcade. "I haven't been here in a few weeks, but it doesn't seem like the management to change something that fundamental on the fly."

[u2642]

"Yeah, in my experience such basic rules don't change. I'm Mark...err actually I'm Mars. No need to hide myself here I suppose."

[covert_bandage]

There's a pause.

"Mars," Arcade finally says. "You'll forgive my skepticism when I say that you don't look like the imitation Romans we have back home, I hope. I know I can't think of anyone who'd bother laying a claim to the name outside the Legion."

[u2642]

Mars' mouth works in half amusement and half WTF.

"I'm sorry 'imitation Romans'? I think I'd like to know more about your world."

[covert_bandage]

Arcade shrugs. "If you like," he says. "It's not as if there's much to report, anyway. Other than the nuclear holocaust that took place a little over two hundred years ago, leaving humanity in a shambles and opening the door to the eventual gradual reconstruction of society. It just so happens that one particularly enterprising sociopath decided that the peaceful, democratic model being pursued by the New California Republic simply wouldn't do, and rather than taking his lessons from the failures of the past and avoiding the mistakes of societies that fell and fell hard, decided that he was going to weld the warring tribes of the Southwest into one gigantic militaristic empire. Using De Bello Gallico and several other similar volumes as his guides, and billing himself as Caesar, the living son of Mars, no less."

It's worth noting that he uses the Kai-sar pronunciation of the name; he's had a pretty fair education in such things himself.

[cantdiequiteyet]

The half-yoma warrior - who still believes she is the only one of her kind who frequents this place - comes in from the lake door and looks around.

Teresa doesn't need anything the bar can give her, but she's still interested in the people, especially after she's lived outside for a while and become used to the different auras.

The man at the bar, now. He's interesting.

If only she knew how to start conversations.

[u2642]

Mars' peripheral awareness of movement around him is nearly as good as RADAR, even in this mortal body, so he's aware someone has just come in from the back door. He turns and gives her a once over as her armor is interesting as is her sword. Very practical, no decorations to catch stray blows. He approves.

He still hasn't gotten his coffee though.

[cantdiequiteyet]

It could be more practical, it has to be said. The armor plating only covers Teresa's shoulders, forearms and lower legs, and the rest of it is a white leather. Still, it optimizes movement and the enemies she fights aren't the kind to be turned away by plate metal.

She registers his approval and decides take that as a hello. It works for her.

Teresa smiles, and nods to him, before completing the journey to the bar.

"Hello."

If she knew what 'waiting for a coffee' looked like, she'd probably pick up on it. She doesn't, however.

[u2642]

"Hello," he replies and then just in case, "Are you a server here?"

Yes, most servers don't wear armor while on duty but this is Milliways and he wants coffee.

[cantdiequiteyet]

"No," she says mildly. "I don't think there are servers. I've been told the bar is magic."

She has nothing else to say, but this will do.

[u2642]

"Magic? UNseen servants that sort of thing?" He asks just as a waitrat scurries past. "Perhaps not 'unseen'."

[ostro_goth]

A tall dark-haired barbarian, wearing black and sporting a long-shafted battle-axe, has been watching that entrance with a raised brow.

"A goat," he says. "That is new. You could have brought it."

[u2642]

Mars shakes his head. "Alas poor Macbeth isn;t house trained." He frowns then as that didn't sound as Shakespearian as he'd hoped. He's also eyeing the axe and calculating moves incase the Goth decides to use it. (He'd have to get in close as soon as possible...) "Maybe next time."

It is a very nice axe though.

[OOC: And thanks to this I think Macbeth just became an NPC for Mars' future EPs]

[ostro_goth]

"There is a large area outside, where such animals may go," the Goth says. "Horses live there, and cats that hunt vermin in the stables, or demonic rabbits among the trees."

He looks at Mars.

"You are new here, one would assume?"

[u2642]

"For all intents and purposes. Last time I was here was some time ago, Emperor Constantine's time if memory serves." Mars is careful to leave his arms and hands clearly visible. He remembers how temperamental Goth's can be...not as bad as the Gauls but some caution never hurt.

[ostro_goth]

"And what time is it now, for you?" the Goth asks, still giving no sign of imminent attack.

[u2642]

"2012 as the modern calendar accounts things...the Gregorian calendar I think it is called?" Mars replies still making no sudden moves.

[sunbaked_baker]

The kitchen door behind the bar eventually opens, issuing into the bar a blast of warm, oven-heated air smelling of chocolate and cinnamon and good, yeast dough. The door also lets in a red-headed baker carrying a tray of fragrant, freshly-baked cinnamon rolls. The rolls are gooey with homemade icing and still steaming slightly from being so recently removed from the oven, and each is roughly the size of the human head.

Not for the faint-of-heart.

"Hello," says the baker with a slight smile for the shirtless guy at the bar. "Waiting for someone, or new?"

[u2642]

"Would it be too obvious if I said 'you'?" He asks putting on the charm.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Any more transparent, and you'd be invisible," she assures him, grinning.

Though wow, his shadows are active. And deep.

"You don't look surprised and worried enough to be new here, anyway," Rae says, consideringly.

[u2642]

Mars throws a brief pout her way before smiling. "I'd been here a long time ago...by my clock and here's if the decore is any indication. Have they let the servers go?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"There is a bartender every once in a while," says the baker, untying the apron she wears and tossing it back into the kitchen. Just ignore the un-bakerly scars on her shoulders and arms. Most are minor, teeth-and-claw type things. The wide, sickle-shaped scar just under her left collar-bone was most certainly made by a knife, though the long, necklace-like scar looped around her neck is a burn scar, of all things.

"Most of the time, we just order from the Bar herself."

Cue the appearance of a napkin on the counter-top, with a happy-face drawn on.

[u2642]

His eyebrows climb and he gets a far away look in his eyes; his shadows likely get very interesting as well.

"Oh you are definitely new," he says stroking Bar as if shaking hands. "My I have a cup of coffee, free trade if possible?" A soup bowl sized cup appears just as his voice fades and he picks it up so smell the aroma. "South American, nice. Well it is a pleasure to met you." He turns his gaze to Sunshine, "And you as well, I'm Mark...though actually I suppose I don't need to hide myself here so feel free to call me Mars."