First Entrance

[boghadair]

[OOM: I will ride, I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky]

...and then, suddenly, through one of the doors bursts a red-haired girl astride a rather enormous horse.

Merida is fortunately experienced enough to stop Angus as they slide to a stop a few inches from the bar.She pushes back a handful of curls and huffs out a relieved sigh, then gives a somewhat sheepish glance over her shoulder before standing up taller in the saddle. Dignity is not precisely an ingrained quality for her, but that's no reason not to be proud of herself.

She did stick the landing after all.


[OOC: Merida's first entrance! Open til her next EP. Also I have a Discord ID, please DM me for it!]

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[likeroaringlions]

"Aw, get tae fuck!"

There's a goddamned girl on a goddamned horse, in the goddamned bar. "I just got up, it's too fucking early for this shite. --Do you need a hand?"


((sorry, couldn't resist))

[boghadair]

Merida's heard far, far worse come from the mouths of her father's soldiers - something her mother thankfully remains blissfully unaware of.

"Aye," she says, "tell me where I've gone and...don't let my horse get into the drink!"

Angus was leaning in with interest for a second there.

[psychowolf]

Clay gets out of the way of the horse keeping hold of his sandwich.


He glares at her.

[boghadair]

She glares right back. "It's not my fault! This place just popped up right out of the blue!"

[psychowolf]

"Apparently it does that." He says in his strong southern drawl.

Clay keeps his distance from the horse, they tend not to like his kind. Perhaps it's because they can smell the wolf in him.

[boghadair]

"What sort of inn pops up out of nowhere? I was a wee bit from home and then..." she gestures in annoyance at Bar central. His accent is totally unfamiliar to her but she doesn't pursue the notion quite yet. "How can this even be happening?"

Angus' nostrils do flare slightly at the scent of him. Merida makes a soft sound of comfort and pats him between the ears.

[psychowolf]

"I've been told this is a place called Milliways." he tries not to growl.

"I believe we were brought here by some sort of Magic."

[boghadair]

"You've been told?" Up goes her eyebrow. This seems like a crucial conjuncture.

"Magic?" She wonders, sounding quite hesitant now. All of the magic she knows of comes from bad places.

[says_the_booyah]

Hard to miss the hair. Like Starfire's but...wilder? And that horse is huge, like in those beer ads.

"Er, you might want to take the horse to the stables."

[boghadair]

She does indeed have a lot of hair - which happens to be stuffed into her mouth at the moment, thanks to Angus slapping her in the face with his mane the second she opened her mouth to answer him.

She spits it out and sits up straighter.

"I would love to...once I know where it is," she says.

[says_the_booyah]

"It's out back. Want me to show you?" The accent seems to go with the red hair. Scottish, he thinks. So much so he expects bagpipes.

[boghadair]

Super Scottish. There is no one more Scotch than Merida, though she doesn't have much experience with folks outside of the neighboring isles till now.

The gentlemen offering her assistance seems kind enough, and she's more than willing to lean on him for assistance. "Please, if you don't mind." Her mother would, for once, be thrilled with her manners.

[says_the_booyah]

"Follow me." He's glad the horse isn't having a fit at him. Some animals - like people - don't appreciate cyborgs.

[boghadair]

"I don't suppose your armor has something to do with your knightliness?" Merida automatically connects knighthood with his appearance.

Angus is more annoyed by strangers in general. He's making a clear exception for him for once!

[feminine_menace]

As it happens, Angus slid to a stop just a barstool over from a girl roughly Merida's age. The girl wears a coverall of neon orange and blue, with little barcodes and franchise RFID chips glittering on her chest.

YT looks from Merida to Angus and back to Merida again, blinking. "Whoa. That was kind of hardcore," she says appreciatively.

[boghadair]

YT's quite the impressive sight. Merida almost succeeds in not gawking at the brightness of her uniform. Anyone who gets to wear pants impresses her at this point, honestly.

"The only thing that's hard about this one is his big head," she says, and pets Angus fondly between the ears. "Would you happen to know where we are?"

[feminine_menace]

"Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe. First order's on the house."

YT wonders if the horse's first order might be on the house too. Well, she doesn't see why it wouldn't be!

[boghadair]

"That's....the end of the universe?" She frowns. "How can this be the end of the universe? I was almost home and then there was...THIS!"

[feminine_menace]

YT gives an eloquent shrug. "It sneaks up on people. At least the first time. Can you still, like, see your Door?" YT points in the direction of the Front Door, or at any rate where the Door usually is (and sometimes isn't, although that hasn't happened to YT yet).

[boghadair]

Merida glances over her shoulder. It's still there, luckily. "Yes." She's afraid to ask but she's going to, "so this place likes to play tricks on people and make the door disappear?"

[penderwydd]

The blind bard at the Bar has managed to sidestep the horse. The man literally as a strip of cloth hiding his damaged eyes. His staff is leaning against the bar, and his ornately carved harp is on her top. He moves his face towards the new comer, his beaker of heather beer in hand.

"Hello," he says.

[boghadair]

Merida's glad he managed to side-step her charge - she wouldn't want to be responsible for someone getting injured.

"Hello," she returns, gritting her teeth as Angus wickers and shakes out his mane, slapping her loudly right in the face. "I don't suppose you know where I could stow a horse for a wee bit?"

She just wants to be she knows where the big lug is before she goes exploring.

[penderwydd]

Tegid grins, "There are styles put back."

He reaches out and pats the large horse on he neck, "This is a very big horse isn't it?"

[boghadair]

"Out back? What sort of inn keeps hitching posts out at the back?"

When when Tegid reaches for the horse she cautions, "Careful with him, now. He doesn't quite trust strangers."

[penderwydd]

Tegid offers his hand for the horse to smell.

"Shall I show you where the stables are?" he asks.