milliways_bar | 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! ^__^]

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"Kinda? The door was getting a little unreliable just before everything and I got caught by a safety system. It was weird."

"A safety system?"

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.

"Something to do with how the teleportation spells work in the other place.

"Huh."

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."

The explanation would be nodded at by a disturbing percentage of her classmates. Then they would press for details.

"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."

"Nobody back home knows 'bout this place. Leastways, nobody that I know."

Granted, there ain't a lot of people Kate knows outside these walls.

There's Beaut. And he did have quite a dialog with a jackrabbit one night not too long past.

"They'd think I was crazy."

"That is kind of handy though. Being able to say the truth and not have anyone believe it."

When it isn't tremendously frustrating that is.

He cocks an eyebrow.

"If they don't lock y'up, or string y'up for witchcraft."

Texas in the nineteenth century isn't all that forgiving of such things. At least, not Kate's Texas.

Both eyebrows go up at that.

"I don't think anyone's been killed for being a witch in, oh, centuries back home for me."

Which isn't true, but most of those don't make Japanese news sources. So it goes.

"And it'd probably be for being crazy more than anything else if they locked me up for mentioning it."

Or turned into an ermine depending on how much she brought up magic and how convincing she was. Followed by media manipulations and partial memory wipes to remove the evidence. Crazy hidden magic users.

Downright lunatic.

"You're pro'lly centuries ahead of me — most folk are — so that sounds 'bout right. I can only hope my world gets less violent 'bout superstition real quick."

Funny, just a few years ago she was every bit as superstitious as the next man or woman. This place tends to change the way a body sees the world.

And how a person sees their body.

"Less violent about everything is generally good."

"Amen. Livin' on the frontier means we got our own kind of 'justice' an' 'law'."

"Is it that much different than what you'd have in a big city?"

"Well, there ain't as many people 'round t'see what you're doin'."

He smiles wryly.

"T'be fair, I've never been out east. But, the way I understand it, we're a wild an' lawless lot by comparison."

"All of, um, North America is still wild and lawless in the stories. It can't be like that all the time."

"The stories?"

He wipes down the Bar, and leans against it with his forearms crossed.

"About when d'you come in from, ma'am?"

"Just into the twenty-first."

The mind anyway. The body is from somewhat further along.

Thanks Cubefall.

"Well, there are some people in the nineteenth century who might take offense t'bein' called anythin' less than civilized."

He chuckles.

"What kinda stories d'you hear 'bout us wild Americans?"

"Oh, everyone is a cowboy, or a gangster, or a movie star. You all eat an outrageous amount of meat and huge portions. All sorts of little things that can't all be true, not the least because they don't agree with each other, let alone reality."

He arches his eyebrows.

"Huh. Well, we do got a lotta cattle in Texas, but I certainly don't eat beef for every meal."

'Gangster' isn't a word he's stumbled upon in all his time here yet, but he figures out 'movie star' easily enough. Chuckling, he asks:

"So it's kinda like how everybody in England's either royalty or the kinda folk in a Jane Austen book?"

Mournfully: "Remembering that countries are full of people and not cardboard cutouts is hard."

"Woe."

"An' what about your country? By them standards, what kinda cutout are you?"

"School girl mostly, I think."

Huh. That does strike a memory.

However, in her current body she simply gets a bemused expression from Kate.

"Guess there's worse things than eternal youth an' the freedom t'spend all your hours studyin'."

"It would only be eternal if I don't switch back after Cubefall and it would be, hmm, tricky to get parts away from here."

Setting up an entire set of production lines has to count as at least tricky, right?

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