First entrance post

[accipiterpuella]

A door opens to Milliways from the still warm hours of a very late St. Roch, Louisiana night; there is the smell of Arabian jasmine - a Maid of Orleans, to be precise - and stagnant river water, overlayed with a patina reflecting the accumulated detritus of 21st century urban life. Through the doorway, one can see a warmly lit long hallway with a

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[shall_go_free]

Xas has been here some small time, settled in corner table, sipping carefully at a rather fine Jodeau '87. It's been a long few weeks (stuntwork has always been both amusing and tedious, depending on his assigned task), and he's been enjoying this current spate of down-time.

What catches his eye first is the wings, huge and gray and (Raguel?) almost familiar.

He can't quite help the flash of sudden interest--longing--in his eyes.

That look is quickly covered in a faint smile, and he lifts his glass to the newcomer. The angel Xas is no stranger to masks, after all.

[accipiterpuella]

Her DVDs are forgotten for the moment as Kendra slowly looks around, amazement blending with a new physical wariness; her first thought is that she's somehow died, and her second is that someone, somewhere, is manipulating her with visions of an astonishingly clarity and strangeness. Her surprise is so great that she moves her wings once, and then hovers a few feet above the floor.

If this is death, there is no Nepenthe. Besides, she remembers her deaths - most of them - and this isn't one of them.

Then her eyes alight on the man with the raised glass. She silently appoints him her temporary Information Desk, and descends to move closer to his table, after sheepishly picking up her DVDs.

"I-- What is this place?"

This is uncharacteristically softspoken, for Kendra.

[[OOC: whee! :-) ]]

[shall_go_free]

The corners of Xas' mouth quirk a little more, though there is something almost grave in his bright blue eyes. He inclines his head slightly toward the Observation Window, and the explosions occurring outside it.

"Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe. If you don't tend toward contemplation of the philosophical, the view outside is really rather lovely."

[ooc: Sorry, I had to flee home for dinner. Back now!]

[accipiterpuella]

Kendra turns to the Observation Window, and her hand grips the handle of her flail so hard that her knuckles whitens visibly. She's glad she's not close to the window, and how she missed it when she first entered, she can't even begin to comprehend.

"The hands," she finds herself gasping, after a moment. "Where are the hands? Were there hands, out there? Ever? Two of them, trying to reach....?"

Her question probably doesn't make much sense. Yet.

[[OOC: no worries!]]

[twiceahero]

Barbara's usual table by the door gives her a chance to spot all sorts of people. You'd think she'd stop being so surprised when they're people she knows.

"Potemkin's a good one. And is that the American release or the original British Third Man?"

[accipiterpuella]

Kendra, were she a tad less stalwart and proud, or a tad more naive, might gape at Babs. As it is, she doesn't recognize this space filled with tables and people, and she's still trying to work out the physics of why this huge space is suddenly where her office and apartment at the Stonechat is supposed to be.

"The original, with Reed's narration," she finally answers, after looking over her shoulder at her doorway. It's still there, but the door is closed; she feels a sudden urgent instinct to jerk it open, in fact she starts to reach out her hand, but then quells her motion for the time being.

"Okay, I give. What is going on?" she asks, turning back towards Barbara.

[twiceahero]

"Good choice, though I do like the Martins. Multi-versal portal, welcome to Milliways. Have a seat? Want something to drink?"

[accipiterpuella]

Kendra's always had secret suspicions about Babs. Namely, that she can probably bend time and space somehow, and that she probably has way more cool secret clubhouses for the girls than she's ever let on. If this is one of them, she's going to demand to be let in on the rest.

"Oracle...? Barbara? Where's my apartment?"

When you're in the life, it's always better to question, even question the obvious.

But she has just come home after five hours of night flying over the city of St. Roch, wheeling in the sky, searching for anything that doesn't fit a pattern of normalcy, anything that resonates with not rightness. A drink would be nice, if the circumstances weren't so utterly weird.

With some coaxing, she'll cave.

[impulsivekid]

There isa blur in the air. Bart is actually kind of happy to see so many new faces from his world. And a bit worried too, cause, Crisis.

But, a red haired man, with an apron and a tray now stands before her.

"Hello Hawkgirl, welcome to Milliways! Can I get you a drink?"

[accipiterpuella]

Kendra, needless to say, is utterly unprepared for any member of the Flash family, or anyone that can tap the Speed Force, or anyone with super speed at all zipping up to her wearing an apron.

"..."

That's pretty much it, for a few seconds.

"How about a nice glass of What the Hell is Going On? Recent vintage?"

[impulsivekid]

"Oh, uhm."

He grins sheepishly at her.

"Short or long?"

[accipiterpuella]

"Both."

There is a slow, and probably comedic, double take.

"Bart?"

[accipiterpuella]

[[OOC: of course! Both Kendra and I would love to thread! *glee*]]

[amazongeneral]

Philippus doesn't mind either the flail or the axe, no.

She glances up, double takes, and then stands, smiling warmly, and waves. It's a sweeping wave, and very golden. Amazonian bracelets tend to do that.

[accipiterpuella]

Kendra would expect nothing less from an Amazon.

But she certainly wasn't expecting a wave.

When her eyes travel up the waving hand to arm to shoulder to face, her eyebrows probably rise to her hairline under her mask. It takes her a second or two to adjust to the fact that she's somewhere that's giving her cognitive dissonance, and on top of that, there's an Amazon general sitting there, and did the hallway at the Stonechat Museum decide to invade a bar in Themyscira?

"...the General. Phillipus?"

[amazongeneral]

"Yes. And welcome." Her smile gets a little thin for a moment. "I'm afraid I'm trapped here. There's no malevolence behind it, but it does keep me from my duty."

She's not happy about that.

"Does the door open for you?"

[accipiterpuella]

"Door? I just walked in here. What....?"

Being trapped does not sound good at all. Before her mind starts to cycle through all the possibilities - can't be a zeta beam, she'd know if it was - she thinks to turn around.

There is a door; her door, she presumes. But she's not going to touch it just yet, until she gets some more information and finds out what in seven hells is going on.

"The door is right there."