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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael's at the white piano, playing something intriguing.*

*Stop by and listen, won't you?*

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[wheels-spun.livejournal.com]

Wheel is intrigued. Wheel is intrigued by a lot of things. Because all kinds of things intrigue Wheel. It's Wheel's nature to be intrigued by a myriad of things after all.

And since this is intriguing, Wheel listens to the intriguing music that's being played in an intriguing manner by the intriguing person at the piano.

That's enough abuse of the word "intrigue" for one post...

[mogget_cat]

*The albino pianist, wearing immaculate white clothes (and barefoot), is playing some of the most beautiful music ever heard. It pulls at the deep desires of the listeners, those that they would never admit, causing something like pain for the lack of ability to attain such desires. The song is full of that longing, the notes singing sweetly.*

[wheels-spun.livejournal.com]

If there's one desire Wheel has, it's the desire to grant good fortune to all who need it.

But being an entity whose nature both governs and is governed by the turning hand of fate and chance, there's little Wheel can do about it.

He still wishes he could though.

Life would be a lot simpler for mortals everywhere if he could.

[mogget_cat]

*The song continues, the notes circling easily. The tune circles completeness, never quite reaching it, like a desire that is never realized. Always out of reach, never to be had.*

[wheels-spun.livejournal.com]

Just like the desires of mortal men that are never fulfilled.

"You play well," Wheel says at last, when he finds himself able to speak. "You have a true talent indeed."

[mogget_cat]

*The albino man smiles. A cat's smile to go with a cat's eyes.*

Thank you.

[wheels-spun.livejournal.com]

"You are welcome," Wheel says, finding the smile intriguing *smirk*.

"Do you live here? I have only just arrived here myself not long ago."

[mogget_cat]

*The man(?)'s voices ia a rich, mellow tenor, smooth.* Milliways has been my home for nearly a year and a half. I live here, yes.

*He tilts his white-haired head, smiling faintly.* Are you liking it here?

(ooc: Very sorry, but the mun must sleep. There has been Doom and snark and things in other threads, and she is wearied. Slowtime?)

[wheels-spun.livejournal.com]

"That is what this place is called?" Wheel asks as he looks about the bar and its seemingly limitless space. "Milliways?"

So many people. So many races. Some Wheel knows; others alien.

"So far? I am still new to this place but it seems to have a welcome feel to it that I find I like."

[Oh that's more than fine. I should sleep too if I ever get around to it.]

[mogget_cat]

*He nods.* This is Milliways bar, the bar at the end of the universe.

Milliways is a welcoming place, for most who come here. We get all types. *A grin.*

[wheels-spun.livejournal.com]

So Wheel has noticed. The "get all types" part that is.

"The end of the universe?" he repeats. "So I have journeyed through time and space to arrive here?"


[Multiple people have my attention. Tardy replies forecasted.]