First Entrance - A NotValkyrie appears

[errant_valkyrior]

The Front Door bangs open and a woman dressed in leathers and the odd piece of armor stands there swaying slightly. In one hand she holds a large bottle and in the other the large leg of some sort of insect or crustacean. Staring at the bar at large, she takes a final bite of the leg before throwing it over her shoulder. She then raises the bottle to her lips to take a drink, only to discover it is empty. Scowling at the bottle, she throws it over her shoulder before stepping into the bar and allowing the door to close behind her.

The steps down to the bar catch her off guard and she stumbles into a leaning shuffle that would make Cosmo Brown proud, before she bumps into Bar and comes to a crashing halt. Sighing heavily, she catches her balance by splaying her arms wide on the bar top. Seeing no one to take her order, she slaps the bar and calls out, "Hey! What does a body have to do to get a plasma porter?!?"

She almost loses her balance when the bottle appears with a note which reads, "Please don't hit me."

Leaning forward and blinking a few times to read the note, she says, "Oh sorry. Didn't see you there."

[OOC: 'Scrapper' here is from a few years before Thor: Ragnarok. In an effort to protect canon and avoid spoilers, I'm going to try and avoid any details about her, including her name. This backroom post has more details if you're curious.]

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[childofrebellion]

Cassian jumps at her yell, reaching for his blaster as he looks up from his datapad.

She looks like a bounty hunter, a drunk one, "She's the counter."

[errant_valkyrior]

She leans back a little to get both eyes on him. Somewhere, beneath all the alcohol, alarm bells are ringing about this whole situation, but she just couldn't be bothered.

"Whatever, as long as I get my porter." Without taking her eyes off him, she grabs the bottle with one hand and pulls a dagger with the other. With a well practiced casualness, she strikes the bottle just so to knock the cap off, releasing a gout of flame which she blows out from the corner of her mouth. "How are the prices in this joint?"

She doesn't recognize it but she still hasn't been to ever drinking hall on Sakaar.

[childofrebellion]

At the dagger's appearance and then the his hand stays near his blaster, someone that casual with weapons is to be watched, "Fair."

[errant_valkyrior]

She looks down at the hand resting on the blaster and arches an eyebrow as she sheaths the dagger. It might be worth noting she has a fair number of small blades about her person.

"Can you wait at least until I finish this if you mean to rob me?" she says before taking a pull of the porter.

[childofrebellion]

"I'm not going to rob you. I don't want to be stabbed,"

He slowly moves his hand away and returns it to rest on his datapad.

[errant_valkyrior]

She laughs nearly as loud as when she barked for a drink.

"Fear not. You are too small to be of much use in the games and I can't see anyone wanting to pay that many credits for you. I shall not stab you, with a blade or anything else. Unless you attack me first."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian blinks and reassess, she's closer to a slaver, definitely someone he doesn't want thinking he's useful.

Then he shrugs, giving her a smile that makes him look a little foolish, "Good, I'm happy being a pilot and don't want anyone wanting to pay me for anything other than flying them somewhere."

[errant_valkyrior]

"A useful enough skill, I am sure you are kept well employed." She takes another pull of her bottle. "So what's the name of this place, so I can maybe find it again. It's the cleanest drinking hall I've seen in some time."

[childofrebellion]

"I do. Milliways and it is, not that many fights too," They happen but they don't bring 'troopers.

[errant_valkyrior]

She shrugs as if fights don't bother her.

"If the food safe?"

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, with a good variety too. Anything you haven't had in a while?"

Maybe if he sees more of what she orders, he can figure out what system she's from. Her armor isn't familiar to him.

[errant_valkyrior]

"A nice bilgesnipe steak." Bar pauses a moment as if waiting for confirmation that's what she really wants. "Should I order one from the small furred creatures or will it appear as my drink has?"

At the 'or' a plate appears with a large piece of meat. The smell is unique and almost as pungent at nerf.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian lifts up his caf to use the smell to cover the stench, "What's a bilgesnipe?"

[errant_valkyrior]

"Four legged beast. Huge, nasty attitude, and big horns." She mimes moose-like antlers before grabbing the knife and fork to cut into the steak. "Great for a hunt, if you like a challenge."

[childofrebellion]

"And it tastes better than it smells?"

He's never been a hunter unless he has to be, at least not of large animals. Intel and cracks in the Empire, those he tracks down.

[clayforthedevil]

Bahorel grins at the entrance, but raises an eyebrow. "You might want to be nice to the lady.It usually pays to make the hostess like you--especially if you're planning to need a room."

The new arrival is already walking like someone on their way to losing several bar bets at once.

[errant_valkyrior]

The newcomer sways a bit as she turns to look at Bohorel and then points to the bar.

"She?"

[clayforthedevil]

"Madame Bar."He says this with a friendly caress across the wooden surface. "Our hostess here, as near as may be; a very considerate hostess in most circumstances. She can provide you anything that isn't alive; a loss to some sorts of gourmet, there-- will you miss living food? she may make an exception if you truly need it-- and nothing that's obviously a weapon. But most patrons can find ways of dealing with those little limits, if they must."

[errant_valkyrior]

Scrapper pulls a face of vague disgust.

"I'm good. I don't eat living food." She knows some species that do, so she doesn't judge, but no, not for her. "So plasma porter?"

She adds a friendly pat to help encourage the process and on the second touch, the large bottle appears, cap off and fire burning from the top.

[thewidewideworld]

There's an androgynous blonde sitting by the fire, playing a silver and dark wood flute. The music is haunting and lovely, and speaks of a home long lost but still fondly remembered.

The player plays for his own pleasure, weaving the tune around himself.

He looks up as the newcomer arrives, letting the song wind to an end before lowering the flute. He gives her a polite nod of greeting.

[errant_valkyrior]

The song stirs memories of golden towers floating in a sea of stars and a tear almost forms before bitterness wells. Frowning, she nods back but reaches out with a hand to stop a waitrat. "A cup of mead for the singer," she says, fishing out a coin and handing it over.

It is always best to treat musicians well, even if they stir things best left alone.

[thewidewideworld]

A rat brings the mead over to Sinric who looks up to see who sent it to him. He smiles to her, again bowing his thanks.

"Thank you." He takes a sip in obvious appreciation. "Would you care for another song? Something more to your liking?"

[errant_valkyrior]

"Don't really have a song in mind. How about something upbeat?"

[thewidewideworld]

"That I can do." Sinric nods, licking his lips before bringing the flute up to play.

His song is a cheerful one. It speaks of days in the sun, of comradery and good company. Of drinks shared and tall tales grown taller in the telling. A good drinking song.

[cutting_edgex23]

"You can just ask Bar," says a woman from just to Scrapper's left.

"Violence is actively discouraged."

[errant_valkyrior]

Scrapper turns with a snort and an incredulous look.

"On Sakaar? I highly doubt that." Her face falls then. "Unless this is one of His pleasure bars?"

She has to leave now. The Grand Master has tried getting into her leathers before and she's not about to be tricked into it now.

[cutting_edgex23]

"It is not that, either."

X's response is prompt, and very matter-of-fact.

"It is also not Sakaar. This is Milliways. It is an asteroid. At the end of the universe."

A pause.

"At the end of all multiverses. That is more precise."

[errant_valkyrior]

Scrapper squares up and stands tall, any traces of drunkenness seeming to fade. She then rubs her temples.

"I wandered into one of the portals didn't I? Great."

[cutting_edgex23]

X's nostrils flare a little, because alcohol is the worst.

But --

"It finds people. The door here. But you can leave again. When you want."

Another pause.

"It will probably just find you again. Later."

[errant_valkyrior]

Scrapper nods quickly a few times and then belches.

"OK, that I can work with. How do I pay for drinks? Is this accepted?" She pulls out what amount to money on Sakaar, coins maybe?

[cutting_edgex23]

"Bar accepts any currency or trade good. The exchange rate is what exists in your world of origin."

X shrugs, one-shouldered and quick.

"You can get food, too. And there are rooms upstairs."

[errant_valkyrior]

"Good to know." Scrapper takes a seat and takes her bottle back. "So is this a spacial thing or planar?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X considers this, head tilting very slightly.

"It is not planes."

She can be sure of that.

"You know about multiverses?"

[errant_valkyrior]

"Different levels of reality?"

It's a guess but doesn't seem to fit the tone of the small woman's question.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Levels," X says, nodding once. "Or versions. This is a place where many multiverses meet."

A pause.

"Not all of them will have you in it. Or me. Or things we know. It is interesting."

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber watches her arrival with a sort of impressed bemusement, idly sipping his beer. Whoever she is, she certainly knows how to make an entrance.

"If you just ask it, it'll give you one," he says. "It's weird, I know, but it's pretty helpful that way. Also, probably shouldn't smack the bar top."

[errant_valkyrior]

"'It'? What 'It'?" She looks over but leaves her arms splayed to maintain balance.

[quick_clean_pure]

"The bar," he says, nodding to the bar top. "It's kind of, ah, sentient."

To demonstrate, he looks down at the top surface and waves hello. "Hey there. Wanna say hi?"

In response, the bar produces a napkin with a smiley face on it.

[errant_valkyrior]

She looks from the man to the furniture and back again...then shrugs. She's seen weirder.

"OK, sorry for hitting you. Didn't realize. Do you have a name?" That last may be addressed to either party.

[quick_clean_pure]

"'M not sure she has a name. Or if she does, no one's told me what it is," Graverobber says with a slight shrug. "Also, the bar's a she. She's pretty easygoing, all things considered."

With a slight nod nod at Valkyrie, he says, "I don't have a name, but I go by Graverobber around here. How about you?"

[errant_valkyrior]

"Call me Scrapper. So Bar, can I have a plasma porter? I've coin."

She nearly smacks her lips at the bottle that appears. Then, since the guy seems like he'd know, "The place safe enough?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"Good to meet you, Scrapper," he says, taking another swig of his drink while she receives hers.

"It's safe. Shockingly so, given some of the people who hang around here," he says. (After all, this bar has people like him milling around. Selling drugs, even!) "There was a fistfight a few weeks ago, but everything I've heard makes it sound like that was a rare occurrence. So far, everything I've seen here's been downright pleasant and peaceful."

[errant_valkyrior]

She tilts her head as a shrug.

"And good to met you, Graverobber. No death matches then?" It'll be nice to be able to drink in peace.

[quick_clean_pure]

"None that I've seen, so you're probably all clear," he says. "I mean, I've only been here about a month or so, but it's been mostly remarkably chill in here. Some people are a little off their rocker, but that's about the worst of it."

[errant_valkyrior]

"Constables?"

Always good to know what the local Law is like.

[quick_clean_pure]

"There's no cops, as far as I can tell," he says. "There's security, but they don't bother anybody unless they're breaking one of the rules. And the only rules seem to be: no violence, no nudity, no dragging your grudges in from outside. Past that, you're basically free to do whatever."