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Simba has been HUNTING.

Well, he's been exploring out in the forest, maybe doing a little bit of stalking. Of rabbits, you know? Then he took a turn, and the forest changed, then he was stalking something bigger. Then he got the scent of something, and then he thought it would be fun to stalk a zebra...

..and then the zebra turned out to have a massive HORN on its head and Simba did not sign up for hunting zebras with spikes on their heads.

So this is why:

Simba comes hurtling along the path from the forest, bounds up the back porch, through the lake door and under a table.

(Your table, probably)

If it helps, he's laughing.

mane_event

Whatever it is, be it magic or plumbing or just because someone spilled soup there earlier, there is a spot right in the middle of the bar floor that is warmer and more comfortable than the entire rest of thee floor.

Simba is curled up on it. Not napping, just resting, and watching the bar with one eye for something interesting to happen.

lonesome_moonflower

After staying overnight in the Bar and feeling much improved from their previous encounter with Clockwork Bishops and territorial spider-monkeys, Wormwood is giving themself a tour of the outdoor grounds. The lake doesn't appear to have any hippopotamoose or giant lilypads in it, which is weird to see. Occasionally they'll stop and plant a seed in the grass, then keep going in the same direction.

The tour goes off the rails when they find the Alchemy Engine by the lakeside. The first thing they do is weave themself a backpack, then they start filling it with gardening tools made from the sticks and assorted rocks in their 'pockets'. The clinky rocks make for an excellent set of garden shears and a small but solid hammer for delicately breaking things; the sharp stones were already good for axes and pickaxes, but the round machine shows them how to turn them into a shovel. The one square of spider-silk they tore off the monkeys' tree finds new life as a bug net. They look like they're having fun, revelling in the thrill of creation; maybe they'll share some sticks and rocks if another patron wants to try it.

awkwardbot

The first time I stumbled into Milliways, it was such an abrupt change from the station transit mall where I'd been that my performance reliability dropped by a couple of percentage points. (Apparently it's that kind of surprise for almost anybody, at least the first time.)

The air felt different; it smelled different too, although it still had that faint dirty-sock smell that gets into any place inhabited by humans. And it looked like something out of a historical drama series, with the roof beams and floors and the fireplace.

But the weirdest and most uncomfortable part of it all was what happened to the feeds. The transit mall had been full of feeds, from the Port Authority and the stores and all the humans and augmented humans. And here, there was nothing, except for occasional pings from some devices I didn't recognize. It was like stepping from a crowded, noisy room into near-total silence, and I hadn't been expecting it at all. No wonder my performance reliability took a hit. I tried to find some cameras I could use to get a better view of my new surroundings. Nothing.

At least there didn't seem to be anything trying to shoot me, capture me, or eat me, which was nice. I couldn't say that about every place I'd been.

A single feed suddenly came online, presenting a brochure. I isolated it and scanned it for malware or killware first. (Because I'm not stupid. Well, not that stupid.) Then I read it in my feed.

I read it again.

"...you have got to be shitting me," I said to nobody in particular.

[OOC: Please read Murderbot's profile before tagging! Thank you.]

[Tinytag: Murderbot]

undead_radish_seller

It's morning, and Wen Ning comes wandering out of the woods.

He's a very pale young man with stringy hair and dark robes, wearing a frayed conical straw hat and carrying a basket full of large, white radishes. At his neck, black lines are snaking out from under his clothes, branching like veins or, indeed, the meridians of qi energy.

When he sees the lake and the buildings, he blinks and looks around. Wen Ning had been on his way from the Burial Mounds to Yiling town proper, for market day, and this is definitely not where he expected to end up.

Oh dear.

Wei-gongzi and jiejie willl be so disappointed if he doesn't sell any radishes.

[[OOC: Wen Ning is currently from around episode 30; potential spoilers for 'The Untamed' up until that episode. EP Open until it scrolls.]]

mane_event

If you're sitting an a booth or a table in Milliways right now, this happens:

A lion cub just leapt on to the opposite seat, or another chair at your table, put his front paws on the table, and his head on his paws, and is now looking at whatever it is you've got on the table.

"Whatcha doing?"

childofrebellion

Cassian's had a lot of long days, his mission has had too many moments of one part working but not another or what works doesn't do enough. And he's been on a planet where the weather goes from humid to rainy and feels like he can never get dry or the right temperature. When he comes into Milliways and is given the three choices, he picks the vulptex. Yes, it would nice to try flying but he doesn't feel up to trying to learn wings.

When he changes, he runs to the back door, trying to nose it open as he wants to get outside and test out how fast he is now. He remembers from Crait that the vulptexes moved quickly.

(OOC: Millitimed because needed a crystal fox. Open for ages.)

mogget_cat

Part of the countertop is occupied, today. The white cat who lounges there may physically be small, but it has a definite presence as it looks out over its domain.

All is well.

Scritches or snacks would be nice, of course - Yrael would never turn those down - but otherwise all is well.

lonesome_moonflower

Wormwood barrels through the door of the Sterling Trough Deli and yanks it shut behind them, cutting off a chorus of screeching and flapping noises from outside. They lean heavily against the door for a long moment, collecting themself. Maybe if they just stay in here long enough, the city guards will take out the bats...? They have a machete in one hand that's certainly capable of slicing up one of the leathery monsters, but not without getting close enough for it to return the favour with its claws.

Eventually the plant-person looks up, and they see that while they've stepped into some kind of eatery it's not the cozy takeaway run by Ms. Melbourne and the porcine proprietor in question is nowhere to be found. In fact there's no one behind the counter at all.

This place looks a little bit familiar. Wormwood had thought it was a dream, how they walked into a Swinesbury shop and found a vast interior filled with creatures their own shape and size but made of flesh and blood like the pigs. (One of those creatures shouted in their face and thrust a weird box into their hands, but dreams are like that sometimes.) For that matter, maybe it was a dream then, but the kind of dream that comes true later. In any case, they're here now, and they might even be able to buy something to eat while they wait out the bats.

mane_event

Didya know that there's a cat flap in the main door?

Well you do now, cause a little ball of golden fuzz and energy has just barrelled through it, accompanied by his own soundtrack of uncontrolled laughter, in a flurry of hornbill feathers, (not his.)

The ball unfurls into a small lion cub (toldya the feathers weren't his) who definitely was not expecting a...

um...

What is this place anyway?

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