Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (
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milliways_bar2012-05-29 05:42 pm
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Happy Hour, Cubefall Edition!
It's been a pleasant enough month. After all the hullabaloo of the Shindig cleared out, Kate took some time to herself to relax. She's been around, in and out of the stables as usual, but mostly sticking to the libraries and her room.
She's pleased when she comes downstairs and gets a reminder of just what the date is.
The familiar screen pops up:
Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)

Kate grins, taking some time to pore over the choices. The robot is a little unsettling; the horse is tempting. She was a fella two years back for the holiday, and she actually quite enjoyed the experience. Folk always like to compare what a woman can do to what a man can do. Getting some actual idea of what the differences really are...
She chews on her lip, and hits the series of buttons it takes to reconfigure her. Hell if she won't have some more fun with this.
When it's done, a napkin pops up on the Bar.
"Y'jus' like askin' me when I'm tall 'nough t'reach the shelves, don't you?" 'he' grumbles, not without amusement.
He leaps over the counter spryly, and quickly scribbles up a few specials.
Happy Hour Specials:
Robot Cocktail
Fluffy Duck
Gender Bender Shooter
Bourbon
Ice Cream
Bourbon Ice Cream
Build something for half off your drink, and an extra shot of good luck.
"Bar's open! Yeehaw."
[ooc: Open until the next Happy Hour post, or until it scrolls off the front page. All are welcome, threadhopping is encouraged, zaniness is practically required. Have fun! ^__^]
She's pleased when she comes downstairs and gets a reminder of just what the date is.
The familiar screen pops up:
Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)




Kate grins, taking some time to pore over the choices. The robot is a little unsettling; the horse is tempting. She was a fella two years back for the holiday, and she actually quite enjoyed the experience. Folk always like to compare what a woman can do to what a man can do. Getting some actual idea of what the differences really are...
She chews on her lip, and hits the series of buttons it takes to reconfigure her. Hell if she won't have some more fun with this.
When it's done, a napkin pops up on the Bar.
"Y'jus' like askin' me when I'm tall 'nough t'reach the shelves, don't you?" 'he' grumbles, not without amusement.
He leaps over the counter spryly, and quickly scribbles up a few specials.
Robot Cocktail
Fluffy Duck
Gender Bender Shooter
Bourbon
Ice Cream
Bourbon Ice Cream
Build something for half off your drink, and an extra shot of good luck.
"Bar's open! Yeehaw."
[ooc: Open until the next Happy Hour post, or until it scrolls off the front page. All are welcome, threadhopping is encouraged, zaniness is practically required. Have fun! ^__^]
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In fact the only thing in common with how she looks normally would be the black ribbon of her sylladex on her right wrist.
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He nods politely, and tosses in a wink for good measure. Incorrigible? Nah.
"I guess the Miss could always give y'clean clothes for the next few days."
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Whatever 'yoga' is.
"How d'you usually look? If y'don't mind my askin'."
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"Blue hair."
Younger too, for all the the current speaker doesn't look much over eighteen at most.
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"Have we met before?"
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"Maybe? It's hard to tell with so many people in different shapes."
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He squints. If anything, it just makes him look friendlier.
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Really, between all the different bodies and the general size of Milliway's population. Who knows?
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He tips his hat, smiling lopsidedly.
"I'm runnin' somethin' of an experiment, guess y'could say."
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This is not strictly true, but the only common part of the outfit is the black ribbon of her sylladex on her right wrist.
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Give him a minute, and he might put two and two together. It's been so long since he last saw her, though.
"What kinda experiment is you runnin', if I might ask? I'll understand if you'd rather not say."
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"I'm usually a woman. Some people seem t'think there's a difference 'tween a woman an' a man doin' what I do, so I figured I'd see for myself."
Though, this is the second leg of this particular experiment.
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"Hell, if anyone back home knew 'bout the kinds of things I see an' do in this place, they'd string me up."
Not that he doesn't already have that problem.
"How long've y'been Bound?"
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All the playfulness bleeds from his expression.
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Kate was here to the bitter end.
It's not the kind of thing he'd wish on anybody else.
"Wait a minute — did the door spit you out someplace on its own?"
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Well, that don't sound too bad, at least.
Still, it might put a person off using the door — especially if they've been waiting on one back home.
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Kate understood practically nothing in that sentence. But, he has a good imagination.
"Well, 'least you're safe an' here now, an' y'don't hafta worry 'bout explainin' what happened here t'the people back in your world."
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"I know! I'd have to explain about here too, and I've kind of been avoid that. When I can get home that is."
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