Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
milliways_bar2013-10-13 03:28 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote in milliways_bar2013-10-13 03:28 pm
EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar, Library (age spell plot)
It had been a quiet day for Kate when the loud BWA-BOOOOOOOM shook the bar. She'd just settled down after her nightly chores in the stables, easing the tension out of her back in an armchair by the fire, sipping on a hot tea with bourbon in.
(It's getting close to All Hallows' Eve, and that's making her anxious.)
However, she didn't have all that long to think about the approaching holiday before she was seeing the room from an even lower vantage point, face scrunched in distaste at the liquor on her tongue. She blinked at the teacup and quickly set it down, jumped to her feet, and looked around the strange room.
" ... Daddy?"
Kate Barlow, aged twelve, was off in search of her father.
What she found instead were the libraries.
Now, far calmer, a young Kate sits amid a pile of books, occasionally sweeping cautious glances around the room. She's finding the words of Jules Verne to be a comfort at present. Clearly she slipped and bumped her head during chores, or stumbled onto a glorious vessel somewhere in deep space. She isn't quite sure what to make of it right now, but anywhere with an endless supply of science fiction can't be all that bad.
[ooc: open forever! you may find Kate in the library or the main bar. if your character wants to be in on a heist, they can take this opportunity to meet Kate. the actual heist will happen in a later post, so it's not required you tag this one (I'll update all interested parties once it's all in place). if you'd like me to send Kate round to one of your posts, just let me know!
tiny!tag: age spell plot]
(It's getting close to All Hallows' Eve, and that's making her anxious.)
However, she didn't have all that long to think about the approaching holiday before she was seeing the room from an even lower vantage point, face scrunched in distaste at the liquor on her tongue. She blinked at the teacup and quickly set it down, jumped to her feet, and looked around the strange room.
" ... Daddy?"
Kate Barlow, aged twelve, was off in search of her father.
What she found instead were the libraries.
Now, far calmer, a young Kate sits amid a pile of books, occasionally sweeping cautious glances around the room. She's finding the words of Jules Verne to be a comfort at present. Clearly she slipped and bumped her head during chores, or stumbled onto a glorious vessel somewhere in deep space. She isn't quite sure what to make of it right now, but anywhere with an endless supply of science fiction can't be all that bad.
[ooc: open forever! you may find Kate in the library or the main bar. if your character wants to be in on a heist, they can take this opportunity to meet Kate. the actual heist will happen in a later post, so it's not required you tag this one (I'll update all interested parties once it's all in place). if you'd like me to send Kate round to one of your posts, just let me know!
tiny!tag: age spell plot]
no subject
So, young Miss Barlow, there is a fearsome-lookin' man with stripes of green and brown and black all covering his face and neck and ears and a boonie hat hanging from his neck by its cord as he goes over what looks like a stack of papers, writing too small to be seen from where you are.
Please don't scream?no subject
A proper lady does not scream or wail, thank you.
She simply — stares. Slack-jawed and a little alarmed. She's seen men paint themselves up before, but nothing quite like this. She's more disarmed by his strange haircut and odd clothes.
no subject
"Bar's that way, kid," he says, pointing his pen to the length of mahogany before jotting a note in the margins.
no subject
"Yes, I can see quite well, thank you."
It's slightly petulant, but he did call her 'kid'. Not 'miss' or even 'girl', just 'kid'.
"Perhaps your vision could use some correctin', as I'm only twelve."
no subject
"You got a mouth on you, girl."
Color Voodoo impressed - it's enough to make him set his pen aside, clasp his hands together, and focus the sum of his attention on Kate.
"What's your name?"
no subject
"Miss Katherine Barlow of Heyser, Texas."
With a glint in her eye he might find familiar, she counters:
"Who are you?"
no subject
Huh.
Well.
"Brian."
no subject
It doesn't feel right addressing an adult so casually, but he ain't exactly helping.
no subject
"Because it makes me feel pretty."
no subject
Maybe he's come back from a war all funny in the head. Her daddy tells her that can happen sometimes.
"I think you look rather silly."
no subject
He leans back, interlacing his fingers behind his head.
"Come back in a decade or so, maybe I'll start. 'til then-"
He makes a face and shrugs.
no subject
"When I am a woman, you mean?"
The coolness in her soft voice will undoubtedly be familiar to him, though it comes with all the presumptuousness of a child with none of the tempered restraint or closed walls of her adult version.
"You only listen to the opinions of somebody with a pretty face?"
no subject
Another shrug. "But when it comes down to it? My boss's one ugly dude.
"-and I usually end up disregarding the opinions of pretty much everyone I meet here, anyway."
no subject
"Then I guess it's a good thing I don't care what you think, either."
Hmph.
no subject
Oops.no subject
Why, she never!
"How old are you?"
It might be a rhetorical question. It might not.
no subject
His tone is something along the lines of "so stick that in your pipe and smoke it".
no subject
Not even John acts so childishly, and he is the most carefree man Katherine knows.
Yes. She's sure of it now. He has sustained a head wound.