Thalia / Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Milliways

[mm_spooky_lemur]

The last thing Thalia expected to be in the stables of Camp Half Blood was a bar, yet here it is. And so there is now standing in the entryway a young girl with black hair and electric blue eyes whose right hand is holding a can of mace as it hovers over the silver bracelet on her right wrist

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[mazed_muses]

"Hello?"

...she's probably talking to Thalia although she's. Kind of facing the wrong direction by about thirty degrees.

[aigiochos]

Thalia turns toward the voice but pauses before answering when she realizes the likely speaker is not facing her.

"Were you talking to me?" she asks with more caution than any of her friends are used too.

[mazed_muses]

The likely speaker kinda readjusts to fully face Thalia. She looks... pretty nondescript, really, not clear in ethnicity or age.

"Am I not-" There is a pause of about two seconds. "I wasn't looking. And there you were."

[aigiochos]

The woman's(?) reaction is odd enough that Thalia tightens her grip on the mace can and she side steps to the right watching the stranger's reaction. She still doesn't manifest her spear or shield however. Caution is something she's learned at a heavy price.

"What is this place?" she asks from her new position to see if the woman is blind.

[tesla_bot]

Robo can take worse than a can of mace, and has. The Greek armor gets a slight narrowing of the optics though.

"Welcome to Milliways. I have no idea how it's supposed to work."

Also, not the robot's fault.

[aigiochos]

Thalia narrows her eyes in return. An automaton, why did it have to be an automaton.

"What is this place?" she demands shifting her combat boots for a better position in case of a fight.

[tesla_bot]

That's... depressingly comforting, actually. This is probably how Jenkins looked; if Jenkins was ever a young girl.

"Miliiways," repeats Robo, "It's some sort of a bar at the end of the universe, or so everyone says. I say it fails to make sense on so many levels I'm hard pressed to choose only one."

[goodheadbadhead]

Those who think in Grecian terms would probably think of Harvey-Harv as a Janus. A good face and a bad face--one for beginnings, one for endings.

He's sitting at the bar. And, as usual, he's arguing with himself.

[aigiochos]

Thalia might be approaching warily or maybe she's just walking farther into the bar.

[goodheadbadhead]

"--not funny, Harv. Really not funny.
"I wasn't going to kill him, you know. Just, you know, frighten him a little.
"I don't care, guns have been known to go off by accident and--
"Who gives a shit, anyway?
"I do, who do you think? We hadn't even flipped for him yet."

[aigiochos]

And now Thalia is really itching to activate aegis but something tells her now is not the time. Instead she sits a couple of seats away from the strange creature to wait for a bartender and some clue as to where she has found herself.