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The door opens and a young woman comes into the bar, wearing black robes and a tall witches hat. For the young woman in question, the state of dress is pretty normal- just her ordinary, everyday work clothes. They hardly change at all when she steps into the bar. What is not so normal though, is the pale green colour her skin turns as soon as her foot crosses the threshold.

Angelina doesn't notice the change in hue as she heads to the bar and takes a seat. It isn't untill she takes her hat of and puts it on the bar that she catches sight of her hands. She holds them both up in front of her face and wiggles her fingers, then puts one hand into her bag and rummages around untill she comes across a small compact mirror so she can see her face- still the same, just green.

"Oh very amusing," she says dryly to Bar as she puts the mirror away. "How long did it take you to come up with this?"

[ooc: Angelina does NOT look like Elphaba Thropp. She looks like herself, just green.]

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Well, isn't this a lovely surprise.

It's not that Elphaba doesn't appreciate the effort. Really, it isn't. Well, all right. She doesn't appreciate it, but there were worse people to appear in public as than the Good Witch herself.

She's just not entirely certain who they are, right now.

You'll have to pardon her. The green woman is currently, in addition to being green, also rather pink. Much to her horror, her hair also seems to have joined the mutiny, and is curly and a rather distressing shade of yellow.

If she didn't clash before, she most certainly does now.

It's almost enough to send her straight back upstairs.

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There is a Witch in the Bar.

A Witch, The Wicked Witch of the West, once called Auntie Witch, and before that Sister Saint Aelphaba, and before that Miss Elphaba, and before that simply Elphie.
(And sometimes Fae, and sometimes mother, and probably any number of unkind things behind her back that she'll never know.)

Whatever you may wish to call her, whatever you think of her, she is in the Bar, and for once -- once in a very great while -- she does not have her nose buried in a book.

She is, however, still shockingly green.

Which may not come as that much of a shock to many in this place.

[ooc: new mun, so if you know her already and I don't know that, let me know.]

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There's a--well.

She's not a mother, in her opinion, even if she has a son.

Never a wife, thank any god you wish, though she won't believe in them.

Not a daughter anymore, with mother and father gone.

She might be a sister, but her surviving sibling and her relationship is more or less nonexistent.

Let's go with tradition, then; there's a witch in the bar.

She's come out, for once.

Sooner or later, you have to.

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Did she ever come out?
No, not yet. Not quite yet.
Out of her room at least, she did, yes.

And there she is, eating an apple and reading. Elphaba is not entirely certain she likes Marx, but he's certainly interesting.

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(Of course, to hear them tell it, it is the surviving sister who is the crazy one. What a Witch. Psychologically warped; possessed by demons. Insane. Not a pretty picture.)

Pretty is as pretty does, and Elphaba's not the sort to bother to behave in any manner other than what suits her at the time.

(She was castrated at birth. She was born hermaphroditic, or maybe entirely male. She was deprived of a mother's love, is how I've heard it. She was an abused child. She was addicted to medicine for her skin condition. She has been unlucky in love like the rest of us. She's a woman who prefers the company of other women.)

She does come out, sometimes, to sit and read--which is not, really, much different than what she does alone, but she's never cared for company for company's sake. Talk too often is merely gossip.

(She's the spurned lover of a married man. She is a married man. She's a despot. A dangerous tyrant. I hear she's a champion of home rule for the so-called Winkies)

The Lives of the Saints is the book of the night. Frex read taught her to read from it.

If you accuse her of nostalgia, you might be right, but she won't admit it.

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Contrary to popular belief, Elphaba does other things than read.

Just not often, and not in this particular entrance post.

Bar seems, at least, to have given up on the parenting books.

Instead, she's reading transcripts of sermons given by Unionist ministers and comparing them with a book on the stories of the pleasure faith.

You can just tell she was a blast at Shiz, can't you?

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Elphaba is quite possibly avoiding Glinda still.

She said they'd talk about--that.

She didn't say she'd make it easy.

The book from Eddie is placed with a note that's brief and to the point--very brief, consisting about of Thank you. -Elphaba and nothing else--on Bar.

Who is still giving her the five times damned parenting books.

"This," she informs the counter, "is getting ridiculous."

But since there's not a hell of a lot she can do about it, she takes the book and a glass of wine and settles on a couch.

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Alas! Alack! A man named Liir, not Jack
No common feature has he, no, not one.
For fear, for joy, a most peculair boy
A fugitive, a soldier, Witch's son.

Wo-ho, whoo-we, such things that one may see
A broom that flies and cigarettes unsmoked
A stool, a beer, not much to see right here
But imagine what could happen if he spoke.

[ooc: he's feeling all...social or something; feel free to cure him of this.]

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Glinda flounces into Milliways in her most favoritest pink ballroom gown. But then she simply makes her way to some far corner of the room to sulk even though she's not entirely sure why she's sulking. Besides her subjects being stupider than she is. Which really seemed unpossible all things considered.

She orders a fizzy green drink which reminds her of a certain witch. Bah.

Current Mood: aggravated

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Eddie got kind of distracted last night, but he does remember his promises, and he's left a book with the Bar for Elphaba Thropp.

It's one of Susannah's favorites, and the lovely title isn't the least reason. But despite Eddie's jokes, she's never reluctant to share information about the struggle.

There's a half-forgotten bookmarked tucked into the section about Oxford, Mississippi and the Freedom Summer; a group photo. A serious-featured but smiling black woman in a wheelchair is circled with red marker.

The photo credits identify her as Odetta 'Det' Holmes.

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Eddie had this week's specials ready a while ago, and although as usual he was out in the bar a half an hour before his shift, he's just been eating nachos.

It's a sad fact of life, though, that eventually the nachos are gone. Eddie stretches, steps around to the other side of the Bar, and chalks up the specials.

Happy Hour Specials

Gin Buck
Abbey Cocktail
Arcadia
Alexander
Backseat Boogie

Tomorrow I will have been in Milliways for one year!

He opens up a Coke and leans against the Bar. "Evening, folks. Welcome to Happy Hour."

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Armand walks downstairs, and looks around distastefully.

Loudly, he asks, "Does no one observe tradition anymore?" He sighs and walks to the bar, shouting into the back. "Where's the tree?"

Current Mood: festive

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She's not the sort that frequents bars, but she makes an exception for this strange place. Besides, seeing Elphie will be nice and the possibility of meeting more people always makes her happy. She orders hot apple cider and stirs it idly with a cinnamon stick as she waits to notice an interesting person.

Current Mood: content

mnt_raph

*Wanders in from the Lake Area decked in complete work out gear. Yes, this does infact include his bandana, which he has tied around his forehead. He makes his way up to the bar for a Gatorade.....when he notices that there is a bar. And if that wasn't enough of a shock, when he recieves his Gatorade, he also finds a note from Angie*

Dear Raph
I looked for you in the bar last night to say goodbye but I didn’t see you.
I guess by now you know what happened with John so I won’t go into that. I’m going home for a few days to sort some things out and spend some time with my family.
Congratulations on your relationship with Penny. She seems like a nice girl and I’m really very happy for you.
Take care of yourself,
Love Angie.

...

Angie's gone?
Wait....what happened with John?
And....and....when did the bar get back?!?

mnt_raph

*Raph comes in via the front door. He's carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder. Immediately he scans the crowd for Penny, until his eyes pass where the hole should be. The bag falls to the floor with a loud clatter*

Damn it! I'm too frickin' late!

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Elphaba enters and sits, again with a book, but attempts to not give off a "don't talk to me" vibe. She figures she should get to know some people around here...but socializing really isn't her thing.

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Post Milliways

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::Jane doesn't have her sketchbook along this time - instead, she's got her Polaroid camera. She's debating telling Daria about this place, and Daria will demand proof, without a doubt. Whether she'll even believe photgraphic evidence is something else entirely.
She catches sight of the Luggage and does a rather impressive double-take, before recovering and snapping a picture. After taking a few of some other patrons and the dogs-playing-poker painting on the wall (tacky, but somehow she's not surprised), she orders her usual drink from the bar and starts looking for a seat.::

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*approaches the bar, looking rather uncomfortable being surrounded by so many people*

Gillikin wine. *pause* Please.

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*walks into the bar, choosing an out of the way table* *slides into the booth, lighting a cigarette and eyeing his companion*

Current Mood: silent

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Post-Milliways

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*enters and sits in a corner, pulling out a book and studying it intently; after a while, her face begins to look almost sad*

Current Music: Wicked OBC ST: What is This Feeling?

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*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...