The Bar at the End of the Universe

*Sara has heard the commontion from upstairs in her room--she'd have been deaf not to--and so enters the main room of the bar wearing both her jacket and holding her left hand. The Witchblade on her right wrist glows slightly, but is still a bracelet. She looks around.*

What the-

*Wings. Fierce bloody fighting. With wings. Shit. Looks for people she knows. Bartleby, who just shucked the skin she knew him in. Luna, under a table with several rather confused looking men. Tonks, holding a stick in one hand and shouting a word (sounds like "Action!") loudly.*

Luna? *she calls* Are you all--

*Sara pales and breaks off.There is humming, but so faint that you'd have to be close to Sara to hear it; that and the brawl covers most of it. Time moves for a minute, layering history upon present and threading into an encompassing flow of eartha and air, anchored to the pulse of energy around her wrist. Shit. It's happening. Trouble's here.*

*Sara now stands at the doorway, gun in one hand, the Witchblade fully transformed into a gleaming metal gauntlet, an deadly sharp sword extending like an ominously pointing finger. She is now truly the Wielder, and comes back to reality. Swallows.*

Luna, are you okay? *Eyes darken briefly* What seems to be the problem? *Usually she'd maul first, ask questions later; however with her present distance, questions seem like a pretty good idea. It looks like there's been enough blood already.*

*Sara pauses at the foot of the stairs the turns back to the bar* Paper and pen again, please? *A piece of cream colored parchment appears, fortunately followed by a regular pen. If it was a quill, Sara wouldn't even know where to start. She scribbles for a while, then drops the pen back on the bar, watching bemusedly as it disappears. She then walks towards the bulletin board and tacks the note to it. She looks at it momentarily, then smiles to herself as she walks to her room.*

To whom it may concern: With a desire to clear up a mythical and personal conundrum, any persons (I use the term loosely) having any knowledge or advice regarding an ancient magical weapon known as the Witchblade are requested to contact Detective Sara Pezzini at their earliest convenience. Notice can be left on this board or outside the Detective's door. Thank you - Pez

[OOC: I don't actually know if there is a bullentin board, but I remember in my lurking days that someone created a hypothetical one somewhere. Is it possible for us newbies to have maybe a description of the bar stuck in the 'memories' so that we can check it? Kind of like the cast list? Thanks! :D]

*Sara enters from the stairs, looking over the crowd and feeling a bit naked without her jacket and gun--she left them up in her room and is almost beginning to regret it. She notices Tonks and waves, then steps towards the bar.*

Has anyone seen a black motorcycle helmet? I think I left it last night. And could I get a cup of coffee and something to eat? *embarassed smile* I just got here and and am still a little unsure as to where here is, exactly.

[ooc: Post-Milliways', early morning thoughts]