Happy Hour, Cubefall Edition!

[ikissdhimbck]

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! ^__^]

Comments

[jack_f_twist]

Well, ain't she just the sweetest thing? Jack's always had a soft spot for helpless, hapless animals (bein one himself, Ennis might add), but this kitten just about takes the cake.

"Mind yourself, now, sweetheart," she tells it, reaching one slim finger to bop it, friendly, on the nose. "Guess you're gettin kinda used to havin four paws 'stead a two legs, huh?"

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret scrunched up her face. Darting back a few steps, almost too quickly, but catching her own self this time. The grace is probably lost in the second where she looks at her sides to make sure she is standing still, before back at the cowgirl.

Deciding to sit after that, looking rather pleased, her long, fluffy tail flicking behind her.

[jack_f_twist]

"You're a pretty thing," Jack tells the kitten, leaning onto the bar with her arms folded in front of her, smile flashing easy and wide. "Seem's a fair 'nough choice to me, though personally I'da been sunk without bein able to talk. Never could manage shuttin up, sad to say. I'd be meowin and makin a racket all over the place."

Her voice is a little higher than usual, but it's got the same lazy drawl as ever, as she talks, all kinds of conversational, to the white kitten.

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret trilled, a high pitched almost question, as she finally steps toward the nice lady. Sniffing at the air, before sniffing at her hands and arms. Everything it so very much different this way and interesting.

[jack_f_twist]

She's always liked cats. Plenty useful in a barn, plus they're just as good company as dogs or people -- when they want to be. Fortunately, seems like this particular little fluffball is feeling fairly amiable. Chatty, even, as she wanders forward, making that cute little questioning brrrrrl?

Lifting a hand to offer pets, Jack smiles.

"Dunno how I feel 'bout scratchin a stranger on the head, but I reckon we can save introductions for when you can talk again. Deal?"

[the_fairest]

Petting is nice. A little strange, no matter how many people have no, but very nice. She purrs softly, with a small meow. It will have to wait. Since words don't translate after all.