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Long long ago, a prince who had just come of age was hunting in the woods with his companions. There they happened upon a lake, where the prince met the Swan Queen, who by the light of the moon was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She told him of the curse set upon her by an evil sorcerer, and through much tragedy but even greater love, the two defeated the sorcerer. Though their bodies might have perished, their souls ascended to the heavens together.

...Oh, wait. That's a different story.

However, it might not be completely different.

A boy of 15 years with ink-stained hands steps through the front door. There is a moment of confusion. This does not look like the store where he was headed to buy another sheaf of paper upon realizing he was running low. This doesn't even really look like his home town. But perhaps he has merely missed the bar being built (he has been inside often as of late) and gotten lost by its addition. That means what is needed are directions.

[First-time, please be gentle?]

agnes_nitt

Sunday evenings tend to be slow. It's one reason that Agnes usually likes this shift.

Tonight, though, seems slower than usual. It's one thing to have only a little to do. It's another to have next to nothing. She tried to eat, but half her meal is sitting at the corner of the table, cold and forgotten. She got a deck of cards from Bar and had been playing a solitaire version of Cripple Mr. Onion, but even that lost its appeal pretty quick.

Her eyes keep darting to the blank wall where the door should be, but nothing ever changes. Something tells her it's going to be a loooooong night.

no_justice

Two anthropomorphic personifications walk into a bar. One in a helmet and breastplate, carrying a sword that seems to radiate absolute cold. The other carrying a scythe so sharp that it glows faintly blue, and is clothed in a robe of absolute darkness

It's like Soul Cake Tuesday, the helmeted one explains to his cowled companion. Everyone dresses up as someone else. It's fun.

Try it again. It's all in the resonance.

"Right. Cower, brief... Cower, Brief... Cower, brief mortals!" The cowled one shakes his head. "Almost had it there."

[OOC: two pups, two muns, address either or both.]

futures_of_ash

The lake often sees early morning swimming, so it's no surprise to see movement in the waters. What is surprising is that it's Rachel, as she's normally sitting on the surface rather than below it. She'll no doubt flee the water once more people decide to arrive, but for now she has it to herself. No one to scare away with her scars or the odd flicker of flame...

Odd, how these simple, quiet moment seem sweeter recently.

[Responses may be slow!]

urzaplaneswalkr.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: So many worlds.]

The door does not open, precisely. It is closer to say that where the door was becomes a shimmering wall of light. From the light steps a figure, shadowed against the glare for a moment until the door becomes just a door once again.

He is no longer a young man, this figure, and yet appears even more aged than he is. Haggard and drawn, with windswept hair and tired lines creasing his face. His clothes are well-worn, little more than threads in places. Calloused hands wipe the sweat from his brow as he surveys the room.

What surprises him most is the lack of awe or fear at his arrival, to which he has become so accustomed in other worlds.

What manner of place is this, where such things are commonplace? he wonders.

And then he steps toward the bar, determined to find out.

[ooc: Not at all plot-locked! Please tag away!]

agnes_nitt

A few minutes after Perdita goes outside, Agnes comes downstairs from Jack's room; a satisfied smile seems permanently glued to her face. Her new body is quite... limber, and she and Jack spent quite some time exploring just how much. Needless to say, she didn't get much sleep, but she still feels awake and refreshed.

She starts to order some porridge as usual, but stops and decides on a bowl of fruit instead, which Bar serves up with a glass of orange juice.

Oddly enough, she seems pretty comfortable with the way things work, but you've probably not seen her around before. Might want to fix that.

agnes_nitt

After a light breakfast of orange juice and a fruit bowl, Perdita heads outside for a stroll around the lake. She harbors no illusions about being able to get Agnes' old body to jog just yet, so she's starting slow, with a walk.

She hopes that years of thinking like a thin girl will help her turn this body into one.

Feel free to come say hello if you know Agnes (or even if you don't).

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tims got dice.

He's got gaming books too.

You might wanna talk to him.

human-magnet.livejournal.com

The doors open, and Magneto strides in, in full glory, with helmet and cape and all.

Then he stops and looks around. This certainly doesn't look like where he should be, and the familiar electromagnetic bands of the Earth aren't beneath his feet any more. He scowls at the Observation window, failing to note that what's out there is dying for the moment and only seeing black void where blue sky should be.

With his face set darkly near-anger, he raises his hands and prepares to defend himself from whomever set this trap.

agnes_nitt

Agnes is sitting in a booth by the door (which still won't open for her), eating stew from a bread bowl.

She keeps looking around the bar, both at eye level, and up in the rafters.

The one she's hoping to find, and the other she's hoping not to.

fifth-of-four.livejournal.com

At precisely 7:30 am, Ankh-Morpork time, a dairy appears outside the bar. And, through the front door, Mr Soak comes in, a bottle of milk in each hand. He pauses, looking around, and both the bottles vanish.

"Well, at least the Auditors would probably not come here."

And so Ronnie heads over to the bar, and picks up a glass of milk just as it appears, drinking it as he looks around.

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