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[Pre-Milliways: Leaving for Home]

There’s a large whumph as air is displaced by the front door.

Well, air is displaced and someone highly resembling a Christmas tree decked with berries and a Yankees baseball cap appears.

Filif holds perfectly still in surprise—this looks more like Earth than Demisiv (though there certainly aren’t those on Earth, he thinks as he sees some of the patrons, and relaxes marginally—he won’t have to don a disguise just yet).

His branches start to rustle, though, when he realizes that if Sker’ret’s worldgating was thrown off—well, how can he manage to find his way home?

[OOC: I'm only on for about an hour and a bit, but if I didn't post Filif in now I was afraid I never would. :D. I shall return around 10 PST or earlier, and pick up slowtime tags/start new threads, ^^ I've returned!]
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Outside, from the Woods, the Prince appears.

Really there should be a fanfare of some sort; something with trumpets (preferably silver), something bright and brassy to match the Prince's medals, which glint nobly on his chest.

Still, his entrance is distinctly lacking in fanfare--perhaps the Narrator is losing his touch. It is perhaps this lack of musical accompaniment that throws him, because his entrance itself is a little, well--

Bedraggled.

Still, seeing the lights up ahead, he throws his shoulders back (letting the starlight glint from his impeccably polished epaulets), and ventures forth, into this strange pub at the edge of the Woods.
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The Bar has gained someone in an eye-blinding shade of purple, leaning back and sipping something almost as eye-blinding in pink.

Nope, no alien here -- just Carmela, in her usual attention-getting garb.
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[OOM: Field trip! Nita invites Gavroche to come take a look at the work going on in New Orleans. Once proper parental permission is obtained, they head out -- first to Grand Central Station, then New Orleans. Nita introduces Gavroche to the Whisperer, and finally they stop by Hempstead, where Nita introduces another friend.]
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OOM: A small realisation.

Jimmy's out by the lake, sprawled against a rock and strumming quietly on his guitar. There can be no doubt that he's spaced out, given that the joint is still hanging from his mouth, but he seems more intent on playing than anything else.

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives...


He's pretty good, actually.
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The front door opens and in saunters Carmela, hands the pockets of her cargo pants.

A stop by Bar to order something to drink get her, instead, a pile of Hershey's bars. A note -- which is slightly damp, for some reason -- explains that they're from Kit.

Carmela goes :D!, requests a bag from Bar, and transfers the bars into it.

Psst. Hey, you. Yeah, you. Want some chocolate? She'll share.
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Pay no attention to the girl swiveling on the barstool.


Well, okay, maybe you should, because there's no telling what she'll do if she feels ignored.
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Howl's blond tonight.

It goes better, he thinks, with the scarlet and grey suit. He has no particularly compelling rhyme or reason for being here; he simply feels like it. There are a few people here he wouldn't mind catching up; it's been a long time.

And meanwhile, he thinks, back in the land of Ingary, life goes on. I'm so glad this corner of reality is still secret.

Even wizards need a place to hide... especially those with a marked knack for attracting both pretty girls and far too much trouble.
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Nathan sits at a booth and watches the bar. His attention is entirely on the people around him, which might explain, in an odd sort of way, why there are small objects gently moving around in lazy circles over the table.

Multipup!

Mar. 29th, 2006 04:00 pm
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The days are getting longer, and a little warmer, and Eustace is taking advantage of it. He's set up a target of straw bales by the stables, and is practicing his archery. His aim is improving, rather.




Nita, meanwhile, settles onto a barstool, manual in hand, and orders a mug of tea. She's about got this healing figured out, but there's a few tweaks to be made.




And finally?

Somewhere in the bar lurks Carmela Rodriguez, camera at the ready, all ready to "Get Her Flirt On", as they call it in the jungles of American high school. Be afraid.

[OOC: Mun is in and out this evening. Apologies in advance for sudden disappearances.]
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So there's this tab thing.

No, actually, back up a little. So the door opens, and a Hispanic girl with a long braid and a shirt that's a shade of pink not found in nature -- enters.

And she notices the tab thing. Especially the part about "the currency of your choice and preference."

She considers for a little while, leaves, and saunters back in a moment later with a plastic shopping bag that bulges oddly in places.

"Hope you can do the rate exchanges. That oughtta cover Kit Rodriguez, Roshaun-of-the-insanely-long-name, and Dairine and Nita Callahan." She looks at the board again. "Oh, hey, Neets is covered. Cool. Just those other three, then. Especially Kit. Familia and all."

Kit's tab zeroes out, and Dairine and Roshaun's both drop considerably. Carmela, satisfied, plops onto a stool, orders a chocolate shake, and sits contentedly sipping.
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Brian is singing quietly to himself.

"Wooooah I'm an alien,
I'm a Brian alien
I'm an alien inna baaaar!"

He finds a table, sits under it.

No reason.
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The bounce factor of the bar has just gone up.

Carmela is at the Bar, spinning slightly on her stool.

"Hmm. What can you surprise me with? Something fizzy."

The drink produced is a pink not usually found in nature. Carmela beams. "Rakki."
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"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I did tell you guys about it!"

"You didn't mention you still had it!"

"Didn't I?"

"No!"

"Oh. Oops? Anyway, I want to see this bar-restaurant-thing."


The door opens. The first person through is that familiar wizard, Nita Callhan.

The second one through is Hispanic, wearing her hair in a long braid, has on an astonishing amount of neon, and is bouncing.

"Just remember the rules I told you about, okay?" Nita tells her. "And no sweet-talking anyone into buying you drinks or anything."

Her companion pats her on the head. "You're so cute when you're parental. I'll be fine, hasta luego, sayonara, dai!"

Nita shakes her head and heads for the Bar.

And Carmela Rodriguez goes bouncing off into Milliways. Possibly she's bouncing over to you.

[OOC: Go ahead and tag here for Nita or Carmela -- just be specific.]