Saturday Multi-pup: Brunch at Milliways

[cook_the_rude]

These things happen more or less simultaneously:
 

• Dr. Hannibal Lecter enters the bar from the kitchen, bearing a small tray of autumnal themed cupcakes;
• Teja comes in from the back, talking to little Egil, and followed by four cats who hope for a late breakfast, which is provided in the shape of tea, bread, and smoked fish for humans and cats alike;
• Galen Erso emerges from the elevator to the garage, smudged, animated and followed by merely two cats, for whom he orders tuna immediately along with his own caf;
• the door opens and in walks Ragnar Lothbrok, groaning and flapping his hands irritatedly at whatever he is leaving behind beyond the door before he realises where he is, and orders beer and a pizza;
• Father Pearse Harman walks down the stairs, carrying papers and a boxy laptop computer while politely asking the first rat he encounters to provide him with a pot of tea and some biscuits.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want, or you might get anybody.]]

Comments

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"They allow marriage," Ragnar says, "but pretend it's only for the sake of making children. It's not really what their founder said, but they sort of got hung up on it as time went on. They have chief priests called bishops who are the worst; they're not allowed to marry, wear a lot of gold, and mete out terrible punishment."

[chime_ra_tilt]

"...probably the fondness for meting out punishment is a side-effect of never being allowed to marry," Zel remarks. "They sound like strange, unfortunate people."

One meets the occasional cult, on the road. Some of them get pretty weird.

"...They would probably not even approve of pizza."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes, they have times when they're not allowed to eat meat, due to some holy seasons," Ragnar agrees. "I'm sure they'd find somethign sinful about pizza, too."