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[morecurious]

Sooooooo yeah. Skye's life is pretty weird right now, not gonna lie on that one. She's (infiltrated) joined SHIELD as a consultant, for a start. And there was an honest-to-god superhero (supervillain? Superhuman) and a whole bunch of new people with varying sizes of sticks up their ass. You know, SHIELD Agents.

It's not that Skye has a very firm standard of what's expected and what's not expected right now.

What she was not expecting?

A bar to suddenly appear on the Bus.



You've got a twenty-something young woman standing at the door, giving you all the full-on new patron doubletake.

"You have got to be kidding me."

And then she does what any young person of her time and place would do when faced with this.

She whips out her smartphone and switches on the camera function.

[OOC: back room post

I love you aaaaaaall. Quick TV break back soon!]

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[freedom_is_grey]

Somewhere in the room -- indeed, somewhere very near by -- a dog barks, loudly and cheerfully.

Ysalwen, it is a new person! A new person with a thing in her hand! Maybe it is a toy for throwing!

Ysalwen looks up from the tablet full of equations in front of her, then tucks it inside the cover of her spellbook, fastens said book to her belt, picks up her staff to strap onto her back, and heads toward the newcomer.

Liranan follows, then leads, then follows again.

She's got white hair, Ysalwen does, in a very elaborate braid. Her ears are pointed, her eyes are dark brown and occasionally gleam like a cat's when the light hits them right, and she's got a massive black tattoo on the right side of her face.

"At least you're prepared for -- is that surveillance? Or -- just a very small computer. Never mind. Hello. Welcome to Milliways. I take it you're new."

[morecurious]

Skye tucks her phone down and crouches to say hello to the dog, because that's what you do with dogs, even ones that are painted in stripes. She offers him a hand to sniff or for pettings, whichever he's after, and lets her gaze span up to his owner.

Cosplayer? Ren fayre? BOTH?

"It's a phone," she says helpfully. "Though I guess... Milliways?"

Yes. She's new.

[scourgeofpiracy]

Norrington comes in through the back door - which, for those following at home, means the Dutchman is back on the inlet today - and glances over at the young lady.

Seeing the look on her face, "I take it this is your first visit?"

[morecurious]

"Yeeeah."

She spins on the spot slowly, panning all the patrons in one six second video before has the time to look up, and offer a vaguely apologetic grin.

"I guess the regulars don't try to Instagram it, huh?"

[bwbw_aabb]

A little zebra's ears go flick,
and she looks up at the camera's click.

[morecurious]

"Oh. Kay."

It's probably incredibly rude, but the very next click is with the phone pointed at the zebra.

[jedi_interrupted]

Ahsoka comes in, dusty and wearing a poncho over the brown pants and green top, and pulls up short when she is greeted by a woman's back.

"Hey, don't stand so close to the front door."

[morecurious]

"Oh shit."

Skye jumps quickly to the side, to clear the way through, ready to apologise before she sees the person she just moved for.

"Sorry."

But hey - self control. She says NOTHING along the lines of 'oh look you're an alien.'

[wee_mad_arthur]

"Hey! Watch where yez goin'."

This might be a statement with greater impact if it weren't issuing from somewhere slightly lower than the vicinity of her knee.

[morecurious]

Any statement like that has enough impact to send her hopping back from where she was going and looking around - and then down - for the speaker.

It takes her a couple of seconds to find her voice again.

"Oops, sorry."

[chime_ra_tilt]

The door opens behind Skye, letting in a blast of hot air from a desert wasteland and a figure dressed in dusty white with a longsword at his side. Were he human, he would be a tall but slightly built young man. But his skin is made of blueish-grey stone, flecked with dark pebbles, his ears are long and pointed, and his wire-like hair chimes faintly as he moves.

"What are you doing?" he asks with an edge of suspicion, stopping short at the sight of the woman with the phone near the door.

[morecurious]

Guiltily, Skye stops in the middle of filming the Observation Window and lowers her phone to the side.

"Recording it for posterity?"

And possibly for Vine.

[onceaviking]

"You might want to be careful with that one," someone says.

Someone tall (really tall), pale, blond, and muscular.
The tight, black jeans and the even tighter t-shirt rather gives that away.

[morecurious]

Well, aren't you just... tall, blond and muscular?

Skye, who has been carefully not freaking out over ponies and gnomes and jedi knights, only gives his muscles the most fleeting of fleeting glances.

"Why?"

[student_of_impossibility]

"Exciting as the first sight of this place is," a richly amused baritone notes from behind and somewhat above Skye's head, "you are rather likely to get trampled by the next heedless patron where you're currently standing."

Because, really, that is the inevitable conclusion of standing too close to the doorway.

Should Skye turn around to put a visual to the voice, she will find nearly six and a half feet of fully armored Imperial-era Roman (apparently), complete with the iconic helmet, standing behind her with a tilted head. For that matter, he seems more interested in her phone than in her. Despite the interest, he does not seem at all surprised by it.

Just because he's never used one doesn't mean he won't try to figure out how to work it just by watching.

[morecurious]

It's not really that complicated on camera function. There's a camera and a big red button.

"Okay, good point."

She takes a few significant steps to the left, clearing the space. But her eyes are taking in his outfit.

Because when you've been caught taking pictures, there's no point pretending not to stare.

[takingthechance]

At this rate Sam is never going to get to tomorrow and her new (temporary) job as a driver for the petrol company. The Bar just keeps popping up, it's ridiculous.

"Um, terribly sorry, if I could just step through..." Sam asks politely from behind the young woman that appears to have forgotten she's in a doorway. Since Sam had just walked home from where she parked the car, she has her knapsack and helmet still slung over one shoulder, with her uniform still neat and pressed and her heavy driving gloves in one hand.

[morecurious]

Skye skips quickly to the side, but with a grin that's inspired by the ridiculously British apology as much as anything else.

"Hey, sorry. I'm obviously being a ridiculous newbie today."

[fairy_fixit]

Sitting on a small chair on top of the bar itself is a nervous wreck of a fairy, nursing a drink.

Not a human sized fairy by any means. We are talking Tinkerbell in overalls here.

You want more weird? Just ask about why she looks so stressed out.

[morecurious]

Okay, so we've had basic introductions. She's aware that some patrons are bigger than others. She's pretty much maxed out on weird, but...

...well, she's gotta ask, sorry.

"Hey, you okay?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral, sat over at a booth, is in full uniform - although thankfully not dress uniform or armour - having only just entered from his own world.

"Er," he says eloquently, before clearing his throat. "Is that some kind of scanner?"

[morecurious]

Nothing drives home just how living in the future everyday life in 2013 is, like all the people who've been all 'what is this fancy looking device?' Skye holds it up, twists it this way and that to show him on her way over.

"Sort of, I guess? It's a little tiny computer that has a camera function."

[sidhe_king]

"You do know that won't necessarily capture everything in here," says, lazily, the resident of the next chair to the right, who happens to look like your average twentysomething emo-goth. Black hair, dark eyes, black jeans.

He is barefoot, and that's an interesting quirk given there are no discarded shoes near him, and he looks to be making (in all seriousness) a fairy crown out of dandelion heads. "More to the point, some things object to being video-ed."

[morecurious]

"I've had that talk," she says quickly and shortly, because she doesn't need another lecture. "But not the first. I take it you don't mean the ambience?"

[findsthesun]

... The image on the camera catches Legolas's attention as he walks into the bar.

He doesn't exactly sidle, but he's definitely peering over her shoulder.

"It is not a very good spyglass."

[morecurious]

Skye jumps. And then tries to pretend she didn't jump.

"No, not if you want to use it as a telescope," she says, angling it slightly to show him. "You can zoom," - demonstration - "but it's better for just taking pictures."

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus is sitting at a table reading and making notes when she enters and he frowns at the thing in her hand, "What is that?"

[morecurious]

That's a...
She can't remember the word, but they're in myths, right?

She waves it at him.

"It's a phone. But it also takes pictures. You ever seen a camera?"

[intoaman]

There's a perfectly ordinary raven sailing down from the rafters towards the bar. Well, ordinary except for the gold band about the size or a small ring around one leg.

Only the raven turns into a young man just as he almost reaches the bar. A very naked and oddly scarred young man. "Ouch." He lands in a bit of a heap just near her, rubbing his bruised wing arm.

A rat rushes over to him, dragging a bundle of clothes and chitters disapprovingly. He looks appropriately chagrin and starts pulling on clothes. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, I forgot. Again."

[morecurious]

Skye jumps back, and totally resists the urge to grab her phone. Instead she steps forward instead and offers a hand to help him up (he doesn't seem all that steady.)

"You - you okay there?"