first entrance!

[forceimbalance]

On the other side of the door, where no one can see it, a young man frowned slightly at a feeling he's not sure of for a split second before the Door opens.

In fact, the Door doesn't so much get pushed open as slide aside in an uncharacteristically futuristic way. "No, no, go tell him I'll be right there," he says over his shoulder--a computerized voice can be faintly heard to be saying "Of course, sir"--and steps through.

And freezes, even as the door closes behind him.

His eyes narrow as he scans the room. Nothing seems overtly threatening, though--and a bar is a bar. After a moment he moves with almost deceptive casualness towards the bar itself, trying to project that he knows exactly what he's doing. After all, where better to learn what's going on?

And if Anakin Skywalker's hand stays close to his lightsaber, well, who can blame him?

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[says_the_booyah]

Cy is drinking his customary milkshake when he notices the latest arrival. Who walks like a few heroes he knows with too much martial arts training. And who seems to have something that looks like Ibani's energy blade only without the blade.

"Hey. I wouldn't use that here if I were you. Security might not like that."

[ooc: placeholder till Sat night.]

[forceimbalance]

Following the voice to the face--well then. Okay. Anakin has some cause to be wary of cyborgs, but this person seems friendly enough. Other than the warning not to use his lightsaber.

So he just raises an eyebrow slightly, spreading his hands in a shrug of total innocence. "I don't appear to be using it, do I? Obviously I have no intention of getting entangled with Security."

What Security? He wants to know.

[ooc: sure thing, take your time!]

[says_the_booyah]

"Just a friendly warning." A hand reaching for a weapon is more often than not a sign someone DOES intend to use it. Cy knows enough about trigger happy cops to think that. "You might want to relax instead."

[forceimbalance]

"If I wasn't relaxed, you'd know," Anakin says dryly.

And it's almost true, in a way. Wariness of new surroundings is one thing. But he's not too much more on edge than he would be in most cantinas--which are, after all, frequently hives of scum and villainy and bounty hunters and as such not particularly friendly places. The only thing making this more unusual is that there wasn't supposed to be a cantina here.

Well, that and Milliways is much nicer. And cleaner. And quieter. And more appealing.

[the_force_abides]

Quin was enjoying a nice relaxing cup of caf when he felt the amazingly strong presence in the Force. Startled, he looked around until he spotted the person who clearly reads, "Jedi Knight" (if not Master, since his presence is so strong).

Shocked he may be, but padawan training has kicked in and before he knows it, he's up and walking towards Anakin, bowing in respect when Anakin looks his way. Which he will, of course, since Quin is walking towards him.

"Good morning, master. I am padawan Quinlan Vos. May I be of service?"

[forceimbalance]

Anakin had felt there was someone Force-sensitive in the room, but Quinlan saves him a lot of time and trouble by identifying himself so clearly and quickly.

Also, he knows that name. Obi-Wan's told stories.

But Quinlan Vos isn't a padawan, he's Obi-Wan's age. Something very strange indeed is happening--but at least Anakin doesn't seem to be getting a bad feeling about this. Just a great deal of confusion.

Being a full Jedi Knight is still slightly new to him, but he's supposed to be the confident one of master and padawan, so he strives for retaining the impression of self-assurance. "Actually, I believe you can. A thorough explanation seems to be in order."

Translation: what the hell is going on here?

[the_force_abides]

"Of course," Quin replies with a somewhat awkward smile. "I will do my best, but if there are any questions I am unable to answer, I have heard there is a printed report regarding Milliways. You have found a doorway to another universe, one that is out of time and space from what I will assume is our universe. Other universes come here as well, and people from the same universe but different times. I don't know why someone felt building a cantina in such a place was wise, but here it is. The name of the place is Milliways."

"To return to where you came, simply step back through the door you came in from. The doorways can be unpredictable and do not open for everyone."

The way this Quinlan is acting, is very different than Obi-Wan's stories.

[runningred]

Two white drones the texture of eggshell and the size of footballs come floating over, circling Anakin like excited puppies. They give off just the slightly wave of Force energy, enough to imply they're not just machines.

They spot the saber and sniff at it interestedly.

"Heckle! Jeckle! Leave the guy alone!" A voice calls from the other side of the room. Jay is bent over a complex circuit he's soldering.

[forceimbalance]

For a moment, Anakin looks frankly quite startled. They look like machines, true enough, but he's never felt any droid with a Force presence before. Not even R2 or Threepio, and they're fairly unusual for droids.

While he does turn slightly to edge his lightsaber away from them--they seem friendly and playful enough, but lightsabers are not toys--Anakin can't help but peer at them with fascination.

"What are they?"

[runningred]

"To be quite honest, I have no idea. Found them in one of the garage scrap piles and got them running again. Got a friend who suspect they might be some kind of artificial intelligence but who the hell knows."

Jay holds the goggles he's working on up to the light to check the positioning before slotting the circuit in place and wiring it in.

[not_that_count]

"Oh come now, I didn't order this," said a man in a pale yellow blazer, "Why on earth would you give me blood?"

A napkin appeared on the surface of the bar. The Count laughed, "There is no such thing as vampires."

He looked around smiling nervously. He is also very pale, and his dark hair is pulled back into a pony tale.

[forceimbalance]

This is not his home turf, and he's been given advice not to antagonize Security by drawing his lightsaber precipitously--and he's still wary, still learning about his surroundings.

All of which is very good for the Count.

As it is, Anakin just goes still for a moment in his spot not too far away down the Bar, and then returns to his drink, slightly more on the alert than before.

After all, no one has good reason to be given blood as a drink order, requested or otherwise--to say nothing of how that presence feels.

[not_that_count]

Another note.

"Well, how about brandy," he said. What he couldn't get around was the sound of the beating hearts around him. The glass appeared with the brown liquid, "Thank you, my dear."

He sat back on his stool to look around the bar. He is a very powerful creature, he just doesn't know it at the moment.

[doc_evil]

Someone clears his throat, a sound not unlike a cat coughing up a hairball.

"Psssssst," follows, from above.

Doctor Evil is precariously stretched out on a rafter. He's not really sure how he got there, but he totally meant to do it. Yeah. Totally on purpose.

[forceimbalance]

Anakin follows the source of the sound up. And then he just... raises an eyebrow.

Okay, the little man looks ridiculous. Frankly. But stuck up in rafters? Meh, it's the sort of thing that happens all the time at the Jedi Temple.

To younglings.

So if he's trying to hide a snicker, well. At least he's hiding it. Mostly. He meets Doctor Evil's eyes and gestures to proceed, just in case the man was trying to be stealthy or something.

[doc_evil]

He's on his stomach, now. His legs swing awkwardly back and forth, back and forth, before his arms get into it as well.

It's like someone trying to do the robot on a surfboard.

"I'm just... could you.... riiight."

Is this what flipped over turtles feel like?

"Look, I can't pretend this is dignified, but could you help an evil genius out? Okay? Yeah?"

[cassiefuckingcage]

The young woman in military garb lowers her sunglasses as soon as she sees him. She knows what a hand down around the waist means.

"Hey. You? Can chill out."

Anakin might sense some kind of power emanating from inside her. Lesser than his own - at least for the moment - and partly dormant.

"No one's gonna attack you here."

[forceimbalance]

Getting told--repeatedly, even--to 'chill out' frankly doesn't go very well with Anakin. Among other things, he'll be as cautious as he pleases, especially when cantinas appear in his quarters.

But also--honestly, he's not that irritable! Let it go, he's doing just fine.

He thinks. Irritably.

Still, he's not really in a place or position to be picking fights, nor the mood for it. So he tries to give her a smile. "So I have gathered. This place seems remarkably peaceable. Not much like the ones at home." Cantinas on Tatooine especially.

(He can sense there are beings of many kinds of power and presence here. She is only one. Why should he be less than wary?)

[cassiefuckingcage]

"Yeah, the security's good," Cassie says. "People know well enough not to fuck with those guys.

"My hand wasn't far from my piece when I came in the first time, either."

[moonandstar]

Garyn is idling - seeking as ever to drown out the world on the other side of the door. He can never keep at it for too long - it never ends well when he spends too much time inside his own head. He's turned around now - leaning against the Bar and watching the distractions walk by.

Now this is an interesting one. He knew enough of Ibani and her world to recognize the weapon at his side - that and that mercenary eye of his. Could he be from the same world? Well, there was one way to find out.

"That's an interesting saber you have, f'lah."

Then, as if to acknowledge how that remark might be interpreted, he holds up his right palm and smiles, a little.

"Thankfully, you'll have no need of it here."

[forceimbalance]

Garyn has Anakin's attention, all right--if only in that he seems to recognize the lightsaber for what it is. So, either he's from Anakin's world, or knows someone from it.

Fascinating indeed.

"I'm starting to wish more cantinas were this quiet at home," he says wryly. "It might solve a surprising number of problems if they were." And reduce his need to carry a lightsaber constantly.

(He would anyway.)

[moonandstar]

"Most taverns don't operate by magic," Garyn says, "or have gods enforcing their rules.

"If you could round up either of those things, you may be in business."

[last_kallig]

Ibani's eyes are a secondary sense, so she feels Anakin in the Force before she sees him.

She looks in his direction, intrigued by a strong Force presence she doesn't recognize. Thankfully, she's not dressed as she usually is. The beige outfit and boots wouldn't look too out of place on a Jedi and the lightsaber on her hip is NOT the one she received from Darth Zash but a yellow bladed Jedi saber captured in battle.

"Welcome," Ibani says with a friendly smile. "I haven't seen you around here before."

[forceimbalance]

Frankly, Milliways is feeling much more like home--and thus relaxing, when people aren't insisting that he relax and making him even more on-edge--with all these Force-sensitive types around. And the lightsabers.

And with Ibani not appearing Sith-like, he makes the obvious assumption that she's a Jedi. So he just smiles wryly at her. "Relatively new, yes." Meaning he doesn't want to admit as far as this place goes, he's shiny. "Have you been coming here long?"

[last_kallig]

Ibani has no room to throw stones where being on edge is concerned. Where she grew up, a certain degree of paranoia was a survival trait!


"A few months, by my calendar, but longer by the one here. Time is...strange here, to say the least."

His Force presence is strange, unlike anything she's ever felt. He burns like the heart of a star. Strange to see a Jedi burn with such fire.

"I'm Ibani. Is there a name I should call you by?"