Bartending + Half A First Entrance!

[forceimbalance]

When the Door briefly morphs into the automatic-sliding-space-ship-door style opening, Anakin steps through the door. Today, however, he does not step through alone. Today he's followed by a little metal rolling friend.

R2-D2 has never been in Milliways before, and when he realizes he is not on the ship, he begins beeping and rocking from side to side in agitation. Anakin looks down in surprise, before looking back up at Milliways. "Calm down, Artoo, it's fine. It's just Milliways." With a casual shrug, he continues on his way to the Bar. R2, meanwhile, just makes a small noise of mild distress and disappointment.

After a moment, he gives up and follows Anakin--who has, in the meantime, received a napkin that he regards with some surprise. While he's busy reading it, a data chip quietly materializes on the counter, and is just as quietly taken by the astromech.

"Uh, sure. Artoo!"

Happy Hour Special:
Bantha Milk Cocktail
Note: this doesn't actually contain Bantha milk. Free drink if someone can come up with a way to make an alcoholic beverage with real Bantha milk.

[[ooc: two bartenders for the price of one--literally. Poor R2. Tag one or both. Some instant slowtimes, but open however long!]]

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[is_the_motion]

Bonnie peers at R2 with some interest, particularly when he makes the little noise. Robots in this place are getting darn cuter by the minute.

"Hot chocolate please." she says, sliding onto the nearest barstool.

[forceimbalance]

R2-D2 is not quite the cutest robot in his universe, but he comes pretty close.

Anakin smiles. "Hot chocolate, right. Artoo, get that heating up. Do you like anything special on or in it?" Some people like whipped cream, some don't.

R2, meanwhile, beeps and rolls off to do as told.

[is_the_motion]

"Marshmallows please." Bonnie peers over the counter slightly to watch him, wondering how he's going to do it without any hands.

[the_lioness]

As soon as she finishes reading the specials board, Alanna wonders aloud, "What in the Great Mother's name is a bantha?"

And can I eat it? Faithful meows, shooting his distracted mistress an annoyed look that suggests it has been far too long since his last meal.

It's a good thing he too is soon distracted by the droid.

Perhaps that is a bantha?

[forceimbalance]

"A giant hairy desert mammal," Anakin explains. "They're-- Artoo!"

R2-D2 is, quite frankly, a little relieved to be given a distraction from the scrutiny of the small furry thing with such interest. He dutifully rolls his way over to Anakin, with an enquiring little beep.

"Can you dig up a picture of a bantha for them?"

With a little whrring thinking noise, soon enough there is a nice, flickering projection of a bantha, complete with a person beside for scale (because all good pictures should have scale).

[the_lioness]

"They're Ar...too?" Alanna asks, expression bemused as she turns to look at the...

Tortall doesn't have a word for 'droid.'

"What is that?"

It is definitely not a hairy desert mammal. Those, Tortall has.


...sort of.

Well handled, Faithful notes. Is it possible for a cat to sound droll? Yes, as it happens. It is.

Alanna sighs.

"I'd like a coffee, please."

[forceimbalance]

R2-D2 beeps a little indignantly; he is not a that, thank you very much!

Anakin, however, can tell Alanna is probably not acquainted with technology, or a robot would at least be partly recognizable. "That's R2-D2," he explains. "He's an astromech--a droid. A kind of robot. We've worked together since I was a kid."

He smiles briefly at the droid, who whrrs in acknowledgment of the truth of that and wheels himself off to turn the coffee pot on.

See? He's useful!

"The projection was what a bantha looks like," Anakin adds. "Brown fur, rough texture."

[the_lioness]

astromech, driod, robot.

Again, these are not familiar words. Luckily Alanna has been here long enough to figure out the basics. She nods, offering the young man a smile, and says, "Hello, R2-D2. We do not have... droids... where we are from."

Clearly.

"We don't have banthas, either, but we do have deserts!"

Your stories are scintillating, Faithful puts in, turning his back on Alanna in favor of Artoo. You raised this one? I hope he is further along than mine.

Alanna frowns at her cat, who she can no longer understand.

"Well." Beat. "I'm Alanna of Trebond. That's Faithful."

[works_in_space]

"What's a bantha?" It's probably some non-Terran animal. Which is almost as interesting as the robot.

[forceimbalance]

"Giant desert mammal, tusks. Artoo!"

At this point, having determined that people are going to be asking, one of R2-D2's chief duties is to demonstrate with a projection that the animal in question is a desert woolly mammoth, complete with a human next to it for scale.

Because, really, sometimes Anakin wants to preempt giving the same explanation over and over again.

[works_in_space]

"If it's like other creatures I've seen that look like that, it won't let you milk it and has the foulest tasting milk in the first place.

"Better to just order a coffee."

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel sidles up to the bar, and raises an eyebrow at the site of the little robot. He is wearing his SG1 uniform.

"So, what did you subsitute the Bantha milk with?" he askes cadually.

[forceimbalance]

"I didn't. It's in that book there," and Anakin waves at the large volume. "It's just called a Bantha Milk Cocktail. Looks kind of like the stuff, too, even if it tastes nothing like it."

In his opinion, it tastes far better, but Anakin has some feelings about all things Tatooine which are less than kind.

[diehard_daniel]

"Huh," said Daniel picking up the book, "Oh, I see it is made with cow's milk. What does Bantha milk taste like?"

His Anthropology hat on he is rather interested. Of course he had consumed Mastidge milk while living on Abydose.

[jedi_interrupted]

That same door opened a few minutes later to admit a young togruta who is now wandering about and being very confused. Her path takes her near the bar but her gaze is hooked on the Window and so she misses the pair behind the bar.

[OOC: If you'd rather a joint EP for her "first" Milliways entrance, I'll delete this and we can plan something. :) ]

[littledroidthatcould]

[Teeeeee! Nope, nope, is fine! When is she from? Do you have preference about when Anakin's from? I honestly hadn't 100% decided.]

She might miss the pair, but R2-D2 knows the look of a confused youngling, and the data that Bar was kind enough to give him (seeing as his master was kind of cavalier about the whole randomly appearing interdimensional bar phenomenon) indicated lots of people wouldn't be from their universe...

But even from a distance, a togruta is definitely From Home. So, even without being clear on who, R2-D2 wheels over to beep at her.

[jedi_interrupted]

She hears the beeps and whistles before registering the astromech's echo (what is it with the acoustics of this room?) and turns to whom is addressing her. Hopefully they'll know what's going on! A cantina on a Republic cruiser, is that even regulation?

"Hey little guy, can you tell me where I am? I was heading for the command deck."

[littledroidthatcould]

For whatever it's worth, the 'little guy' is only marginally less confused than Ahsoka herself, and that is only because the Bar was nice enough to provide him with an astromech-friendly version of the pamphlet.

Humanoids can be so inconsiderate about this sort of thing, after all. At least, Anakin is.

While R2's answering beep is slightly resigned, it is also not at all distressed; he has determined this place seems safe. If Anakin is relaxed, there is probably not a Trap (TM).

But, also, she may not understand him well enough--so he turns back around to start wheeling towards the bar. After a moment, he pauses to turn his top a little and whrr at her encouragingly. Come on, little one, the person with the mouth can explain!

[jedi_interrupted]

"I'm coming," Ahsoka says with smile as she follows along. She quickly guesses whom the astromech is leading her to and quickens her pace to get even, or maybe even get in front of the little droid.

"Excuse me," she calls out when they're closer, "can you tell me where I am? I seem to be turned around. I was heading for the command deck but I found...this place."

Her clothes are not typical of a jedi initiate but she does have her newly assemble lightsaber at her belt. Perhaps that will identify her?