[identity profile] terrabrat.livejournal.com
A Kuja walks into the cantina! It is not the same Kuja as last time.

He's much shorter, and a bit angrier. Also very confused. "Who broke the stupid door? This isn't my room! Meuda...?" He glances around, realizing that this is not the Nexus. It feels very strange. Full of something, something that he's never felt before. His tail swishes a little.

"...What is this place? It's just a restaurant. Right?" Sort of cool. He hasn't seen very many.
[identity profile] geek-song.livejournal.com
Gregory was drowning in work again. He always seemed to be drowning in work lately. Between his final semester of law school, his internship, and occasionally help Matt out, he was ready to pop.

Luckily, he stumbled into the Cantina. "Maybe now I can get a five mnute break..." He found himself a seat, setting his oer stuffed computer bag and armfull of folders on it before plopping down. He leaned his forehead on the table. "Hmmm...5 minute nap...that's all I need and then I can finish my paper..." Sure, Gregory. 5 minutes was what it was going to take...try a week of sleep to catch up.
[identity profile] new-oracle.livejournal.com

"Hello?" Chloe called softly walking into the Cantina carrying a large pile of boxes "Could I get a hand please?"

[identity profile] crazy-mardi.livejournal.com
"Aah," Ramada said with a sigh as she appeared in the Cantina.  "This's exactly where I need to be."

She smiled at the bartender as she went to sit in a table and think about what exactly it was that she would like to eat.

Preferably something with chickpeas, because chickpeas were filling.
[identity profile] sadri.livejournal.com
Sadri wondered briefly why she had a penchant for falling from ceilings in a whirlwind of blonde hair and clinking of lightsabers right before she did just that.

She wasn't sure where she'd ended up, but she managed to right herself very quickly and look around as though nothing had happened.

That's when she realized that hey, this was a new place. She scanned quickly for neon signs or rules about asking questions and didn't see any.

What she did see was a bar. So she made a beeline for it.

"I need a beer," the ex-Jedi announced.
[identity profile] alicewattamatta.livejournal.com
"It's one of those days, I mean, Wonderland is permanently one of those days but this is REALLY one of those days" he sighed before looking around "Ok this isn't home, it isn't wonderland, it isn't the Lunatic Cafe, where is here?" he asked. 
He looked around smiling "Oh sorry if my tone is gruff, I did not intend it to be. This seems like a Very nice place"
[identity profile] fire-n-peace.livejournal.com
No it's not warren hiding under a table in the corner.
No he hasn't been avoiding facing his responsibility.
No he hasn't been trying to be a kid again.

Ok so yes to all above but shhh...... quiet or Mornbein might notice the fact he's been FREAKING OUT.
[identity profile] sewer-gliders.livejournal.com
Maggie did not know where she was.  One moment, she'd been walking through the Labyrinth--Elisa was visiting and had brought Hope with her--the next she was here.

It was enough to make her panic.  Almost as soon as she was in, her back was against the wall, her eyes darting around fearfully.  Her wings her stiff, tight against her body, as though she was trying to hide behind them.

Being someplace like this, it meant that people might see her.  Something she could not abide.
[identity profile] not-a-spy-rider.livejournal.com
Alex ran hands through his damp hair as he walked into the cantina, he was trembling slightly thanks to his dip in the icey waters of scotland but he is in good spirits. "Could I get a Coffee?"
[identity profile] lilmagicflower.livejournal.com
Nikki ran down the halls, her hair short and dark colored, eyes wide and terror filled. Her bare feet smacked the cool tile floor as an alarm warning that a patient had broken out sounded. Behind her conjured monsters chased.

She skidded around a corner, saw one of the doctors, and backpeddled quickly. A hand grabbed her sleeve, but she shrieked and snapped away. There was a ripping sound and she managed to slip out of the hold, bolting for a door. She burst throuh it, and suddenly she wasn't in the cold white hallway anymore. This place was darker, warmer, and had lots of tables and chairs. She looked over her shoulder, felt like more monsters were coming, and bolted under a booth table, shaking and crying and trying to be out of sight.
[identity profile] really-a-man.livejournal.com
The door opens and someone steps in! This is nothing new.

It's a man with a tail, and a much smaller person with a tail being carried. The bigger person looks up, stopping and staring when he realizes this is not the room he meant to walk into.

"This place again? I think you need to fix that door."
[identity profile] under16s.livejournal.com
Jack has found a new hobby, may not be what you'd expect.
He's sat on a table cross legged a doll in his lap with bits of clothing placed carefully around him as he sits, scowling at the eye of the needle, tongue poking out as he tries to thread the needle.
[identity profile] kawaii-asa-doll.livejournal.com
A pale young women dressed in black carrying an enormous highly caffeninated drink walked into the cantina. "Woah I keep finding these things at the moment" she smiled taking a sip on the drink. She looked around from where she stood, "Excuse me, anyone know the way out?"
[identity profile] in-jubilation.livejournal.com
Jubilee had slept for a long time. Longer than ever before because there was no more bad stuff to waken her in the middle of the night.

When she woke up, and yawned she did not know where she was for a little bit. Until Charlie's mental message kicked in. Crawling out of bed, then showering and getting back into her clothes she felt more refreshed.

Heading downstairs, she wondered about the Cantina.
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[personal profile] random_xtras
Charlie appeared in the hallway outside Logan's Place and paused to listen to the cheerful conversation and clinking of dishes that came from inside. His mouth quirked in a slight grin as someone laughed.

Then he walked through the open door, ducking his head automatically even though there was no need here.

"Hey, boyscout!" Logan gave him a grin from where she was polishing the bar, Jabez a comfortable little lump in the carrier on her back. "'Sup?"

She was sounding more like Jubal every day.

He shook his head with a chuckle. "I'm here on business. Do you have a room free?"

"What kinda room?" She cocked her head and paused to take a swig of notbeer, dark eyes intent on him as she drank.

"A quiet one with somewhere to lay down."

"How long ya need it fer?" She set the mug down and started polishing again, going to get a bottle of Canadian as a young fisherman came over and leaned on the bar.

"All night, maybe." Charlie shrugged.

"Alright." She gave the fisher the beer, then headed for her office for a moment and returned with a key card. "Number six. They ain't that big."

"We'll manage." He grinned and teleported up to the narrow hallway outside the rental rooms. -Alright, Grandma.-

He reached out with his mind and brought Jubilee to stand next to him.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com
A commanding, shadowy figure swept through the teleportal, then turned to look at the two who had accompanied her, a strangely human voice coming from her frightening mask.

"Where do you want to sit?"
[identity profile] came-back.livejournal.com
This poor cat is having very bad luck with 'kidnappings'. It seems to have happened again! A door opens, and she walks in, walking straight into a table before realizing this is the wrong place.

She's very hard to miss. She's over seven feet tall, very furry, and dark black. She's obviously not a cat, standing on two legs and with hands.

And the ability to speak English. "I keep being kidnapped. I want to make it stop." Please?
[identity profile] fire-n-peace.livejournal.com
Warren nearly fell as they appeared in the Cantina "HELP!" he yelled loudly "SHE'S OWING AND THATS BAD!"
[identity profile] victormakesart.livejournal.com
Victor was clutching the sleeve of the taller boy, a Sam-I-am. Traces of dried green paint clung to her fingers, and her eyes were half-lidded and hazily curious.

Her other hand was wrapped around her PINpoint. Reed had given her a teleporting watch that was probably a gajillion times more efficient and less prone to spazz attacks, but Victor was an old-fashioned soul, and she had been PINpointing for well over a year. It was like giving a carpenter an electric sander, when all he ever used before was sandpaper.

"Y' feelin' better now?"
[identity profile] another-phace.livejournal.com
Old Pika moves about the room, slowly but surely. She purrs thunderously as she walks, keeping the tribbles and small children out of harm's way, trying to be useful for once. Her age is making it difficult, but she's determined.

- Come off there, little one, - she smiles and untangles baby Pika from some thread, nudging her gently as she gets up and runs off.

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