Entrance post. Er. Sort of.

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

A tall man walks into the bar, then stops, instantly noticing the change in scenery. He is dressed smartly, looking like a reasonably well off person hailing from around the 19th Century. He has the face of an organiser. A somewhat puzzled one, but an organiser nonetheless.

[OOC: And Salzella's gone. As is the Mun. Not to the same place, though. At least I bloody well hope not.]

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska approaches the confused-lookinh man.

"Hi, first time in Milliways?" the wizard asks him.

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

"If Milliways is the name of this place, then yes Madam, it is." He looks about, faintly puzzled, but seemingly unworried. "I was not aware that the Opera House opened onto a tavern."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," Eska replies. "But this tavern is opened on to by a lot of places. It's the Bar at the End of the Universe."

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

He looks at her. Hard. His eyes also stray to the wizard's hat, staff and robes she wears. Wonderful. A young woman mad enough to think she's a wizard and that the End of the Universe has a bar. "How interesting. And how does that work?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

She takes a few steps into the main bar and points out the observation window.

"There's a magical shield around the bar protecting it from the force of the acopralypse and keeping it suspended in its own field of spacetime. Every so often it flicks back to the beginning of the event so the effect is that the multiverse is always ending outside."

She smiles at the polite newcomer.

"My name's Eska Smith, by the way."

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

He looks at the view out of the window. For quite a while.

"Good heavens." His voice is dry, rather than shocked. It is the kind of voice that conveys no more than an ironically raised eyebrow to nearly anything, whether it be a violinist claiming illness before a performance, or a female wizard showing it the end of all existence through a viewing room in a bar.

Yes, even something as ridiculous as that.

He turns back to her, with a very slight, but polite smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Smith. My name is Salzella."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

It's not that ridiculous. Violinists often get sick.

"Likewise, Mr. Salzella.

"A few other pointers for you: the Bar is sentient. She'll provide drinks for you when there's no person around, but do be polite to her. Or there's the wait rats, which are also intelligent and good servers. And there's no violence in ther bar."

That said, she smiles.

"So, where are you from?"

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

Taking this informaton carefully on board, Salzella nods with a look of understanding. It's always best to obey rules and instructions.

Outwardly at least...

"I am the Musical Director at the Opera House, Ankh-Morpork. Have you heard of it at all?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Are you kidding? Scholar's entrance goes right past the stage door!" Esk grins broadly, before explaining:

"I'm a graduate student at the University. It's certainly pleasant change to meet someone else from the Big Wahoonie. There's not many of us here."

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

His eyebrows lift in (affected) mild surprise. Well, he did notice the robes. They are quite sparkly. "You are? I did not know that female students attended. How did you manage that? You didn't have to dress up as a boy to win the heart of your One True Love with the aid of a loyal nurse, who protected your honour from the evil professor who discovered your secret, did you?"

Yes, he's been living in that Opera House a long time.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"They don't. It's just me," Esk says with a little pride. "I didn't have to dress up as anything other than a maid to start with, then I saved a boy's life with magic and they admitted I should be made a wizard officially."

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

He looks mildly relieved that it wasn't his suggestion. "How intruiging. And operatic."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

She shrugs. "Well, about as intriguing as a female assassin, I imagine.

"Anyway, it was nice to meet you, Mister Salzella, but I must be heading off. I have to teach early tomorrow."

She gives him the formal bow of a wizard, totally flourish-free.

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

Salzella, after standing thoughtfully in the bar for a few moments, follows her out of the door. He is more or less unsurprised to find himself exactly where he was before he entered. He will remember that door.