Multi-Character post.
The door opens into the captain's cabin of the Black Pearl and Barbossa, a wry little smirk on his face, strides in with the nonchalance of someone who's not a stranger to passing between worlds.
He looks around and nods once, satisfied, then heads towards the bar. As much as he loves the Pearl, sometimes a man needs a quiet place to think and plot, and having missed Cubefall by a few hours that's exactly what he gets. Thus he can be seen in a booth, taking measurements from a set of ancient navigational charts and comparing them to a small leather-bound book that rests close to him on the table.
That is, until some other patron decides to drop by and bother him.
Boromir son of Denethor has hardly been aware of Cubefall arriving and passing. Yes, the tables and chairs seem to have undergone some sort of... Structural rearranging, and some patrons are even stranger than the usual. All of that he would probably notice if his attention wasn't caught by something else.
Sitting near the fireplace, the book held in his hands and quite close to his face, Boromir's reading is dangerously approaching the end of "The Fellowship of the Ring". He could use some distraction before he gets a stroke from all the accumulated stress.
Tarik walks in from the lakeside, rifle slung from his shoulder and sword sheathed at his side. His ballistic jacket is zipped up and his red tagelmust wrapped around his head.
He stops by the Bar and leans down to mutter a few questions, the answers appearing on the usual napkin form. After that he smiles and bows his head politely, then he types the instructions for a money transfer from his own accounts to the Joe Manco fund on the keyboard of his wrist-mounted comlog. "Thank you, I hope that is enough."
Zakat thus satisfied, he heads for the door, stopping to take a look around at Milliways and shake his head one last time before crossing back into his own world.
Time to go back to Paradiso. Back to war.
He looks around and nods once, satisfied, then heads towards the bar. As much as he loves the Pearl, sometimes a man needs a quiet place to think and plot, and having missed Cubefall by a few hours that's exactly what he gets. Thus he can be seen in a booth, taking measurements from a set of ancient navigational charts and comparing them to a small leather-bound book that rests close to him on the table.
That is, until some other patron decides to drop by and bother him.
Boromir son of Denethor has hardly been aware of Cubefall arriving and passing. Yes, the tables and chairs seem to have undergone some sort of... Structural rearranging, and some patrons are even stranger than the usual. All of that he would probably notice if his attention wasn't caught by something else.
Sitting near the fireplace, the book held in his hands and quite close to his face, Boromir's reading is dangerously approaching the end of "The Fellowship of the Ring". He could use some distraction before he gets a stroke from all the accumulated stress.
Tarik walks in from the lakeside, rifle slung from his shoulder and sword sheathed at his side. His ballistic jacket is zipped up and his red tagelmust wrapped around his head.
He stops by the Bar and leans down to mutter a few questions, the answers appearing on the usual napkin form. After that he smiles and bows his head politely, then he types the instructions for a money transfer from his own accounts to the Joe Manco fund on the keyboard of his wrist-mounted comlog. "Thank you, I hope that is enough."
Zakat thus satisfied, he heads for the door, stopping to take a look around at Milliways and shake his head one last time before crossing back into his own world.
Time to go back to Paradiso. Back to war.