milliways_bar | Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...

(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

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"Sounds a pleasant way to travel." He smiles. "And may any travel that way? Or is it reserved for the wealthy?"

"Any may take the train, but it is true that the more comfortable sections of a train do cost more." He never traveled anything less than first class, and is not ashamed of it. "One can even have a private room with a sort of bed. You cannot do that on an aeroplane."

"Sounds far more comfortable than my own journey by camel caravan along the silk road." He smiles. "Can you tell me when it came into being?"

"I believe the first trains came into being around 1830. And soon criss-crossed many nations. Though at the time of my dying, I had read that many expected the aeroplane to take its place." He shakes his head. "But one cannot stop progress."

"I hope one day I'm able to travel to a world of that time. I'd like very much to see your trains."

"There are others in the Bar from my time, but I cannot speak for them as to whether they can help." There was that man seeking refuge in the States, but do you send anyone to a refugee for travel help?

"Then I shall have to ask around." Sinric answers with a warm smile. He lifts his head to the sound of the music, hearing the jazz float towards them. "Will you forgive me, sir? I think I might rejoin the dancing. It has been a great pleasure speaking with you. I hope our paths cross again."

"Enjoy the day, my friend." Poirot is content to stay and watch.

Sinric pauses to slip one of his strings of beads off, laying them over Poirot's head with a smile. "Enjoy!"

{ooc: thank you, that was adorable.}

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Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras

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