welcome, new visitors

[modconcierge]

There isn't much fanfare for the new crop of visitors who have come in this month, but what they encounter is quite wondrous. Is it a cruise ship? Is it a hotel? Is it a tiny planet? No one can give them a straight answer, but all are encouraged to take part in the buffet, where visitors may find an assortment of foods both familiar and unfamiliar to them. There is an open mic night happening in one of the lounges on site, featuring staff and visitor performances. Or there are a handful of shops to browse if you're amenable to trading.

Visitors will find that the Hotel Multiverse at the Edge of the Cosmos between Canons (its official name) is very much alive beyond the bustling crowd. In fact, it might just be listening to you and anticipating your needs.

As for the rest? Well, that's up to you. You may as well socialize, right?

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[negativechill]

[ there appears to be Just Some Guy chilling in a lounge. The Lounge Where The Open Mic Is Happening, to be precise. jim's in street clothes: a dark brown leather jacket, grey t-shirt, and jeans. he seems to be completely avoiding eating the food, seeing as he's got a plate with a couple of things on the table next to him but seems to have vetoed putting them in his mouth.

he does have a drink though, something translucent amber in a lowball glass that catches the light. he's watching the little skits and performances and looks pretty relaxed. he's vibing, if you will. ]

[deuteronomy]

[ Just Some Guy is just the kind of person she's looking for! ]

[Jim is approached by what can only be described as a scrawny taxidermy wolf brought to life through some terrible magic. She is also wearing a bad wig. ]

Hey, do you know if this place has a casino?

[negativechill]

[ jim has seen much weirder than you, girl, we gucci. he just kind of looks over, then pauses. ]

Huh. You know what? I don't know. Money's not really a thing where I'm from so I didn't even think to look.

[deuteronomy]

[ Her ears stand tall in surprise. ]

No money? How in the hell does that work?

[negativechill]

Post-scarcity society. We don't really need it.

[ he gestures so she can sit by him if she wants. ]

We have currency to trade with societies that still use money, but on an everyday level most people don't really think about money.

[deuteronomy]

[ She tilts her head for a moment before accepting the offered seat. Deuteronomy hops up and sits tall next to him and raises a paw to push her hair out of her eyes in a practiced human gesture. ]

I know about some hippies that went off and lived in the woods where they didn't use money either, but I don't think it turned out as well for them as it seems t'have for you. What's your name?

[ She offers a paw. Her wrist is held together with haphazard staples, and her claws are painted. ]

[negativechill]

Heard stories about those. Yeah, not quite the same deal.

[ i'm gonna assume her claws are purple because that's the color they are on her ref sheet LET ME KNOW IF SHE HAS THEM PAINTED ANOTHER COLOR. he takes the paw for a shake, the manner of it of shaking hands with an equal as opposed to 'shaking paws with a dog' or anything. this guy's got diplomatic chops, he's good at his job. ]

Cute polish, I'm Jim Kirk. What's your name?

[deuteronomy]

[ Jim is winning ALL the points in Deuteronomy's favor for not treating her like a dog. ]

Aw, thank ya, my pain in the ass charge painted 'em for me. Funny enough, his name's Jim too. Call me Deuteronomy. I know it's a mouthful, but I also don't care, heh heh!

[ A cheeky grin. Her purple-grey tongue lolls out as she laughs. ]

[negativechill]

Mouthful nothing, I don't have to struggle with my translator to figure out how to pronounce it without pissing anybody off so I'm having a great time.

[ he smiles, draining the rest of his glass and motioning for the server so he can order another drink. ]

Can I order you a drink or something?

[deuteronomy]

A drink! You're more of an old dog than I am!

[ She flutters her lashes at him but quickly breaks character to laugh. ]

Sure, thank ya. JW is poking his nose around here somewhere, but I don't think he'll die if I'm not babysitting him for just a few hours.

Where are you from, Jim? Or, I guess I oughtta ask you when.

[negativechill]

Me? I'm a gentleman, don't tell anybody.

[ a beat. ]

As long as I'm not pulling you away from watching over a literal child, we're good.

[ drink ordering happens in this interim period, probably. ]

Earth, first question. 2264, second question. How about you?

[deuteronomy]

Oh, naw, he's...

[ Squint. How old was JW? She can't remember ever asking. He could drive, not that it would have stopped him.]

...old enough. We're from, oh, 2009? I took a big nap and sometimes I wake up and think it's still 1974. What do you do, Jim? You're takin' a place like this awful well. The first time I fell out of the world, I damn near fell apart! Literally!

[bigbadrose]

They're not bad. [A gesture to the food!] Just avoid the blue chips. ["Fries" to Americans.] They're too peppery and slimy and the texture is all off.

[Rose Tyler is a million kinds of trying weird space foods always. It's one of her favorite parts of time-space travel okay!]

I'm Rose Tyler, by the way. [She hasn't gotten a beat on how comfortable or not (Jim) is with space travel and to be fair, food was the FURTHEST thing from her mind on her first trip, too overwhelmed by the new people and sights and how alien it all was. Though maybe he just knows something she doesn't.]

[negativechill]

Eugh, slimy. Thanks, but they've got some stuff I'm allergic to in them. [ he tugs a small scanning device out of his pocket and lifts it so she can see, then tucks it back away. ] My First Officer and my Chief Medical Officer throw fits if I eat things without testing first. Last time I landed somewhere and put something in my mouth without letting them scan it, you'd have thought I stepped onto a grenade.

[ he's smiling though, shifting aside and nodding so she can sit by him if she'd like. ]

At least the alcohol passed the test. Name's Jim Kirk. It's a pleasure to meet you. First time here? Seems to me most people's, but you never know.

[bigbadrose]

Convenient. [The device. The allergies are obviously anything but. And her eyebrows raise immensely!] I cannot blame them there! [Takes that seat cheerfully!] Blimey, I'd be scared to eat anything too if that was the risk. [Face scrunch.] Luckily the Doctor says my ancestors were basically badgers, and they could eat anything and everything. And yes, that's even more rude than it sounds.

Here-here, yes, first time. Here as in space, and dimension traveling? Not at all. You get used to it after the first dozen. Though my first trip was really jumping into the deep end. There was only one other human than me, and she was flat. I don't mean like chest, [VAGUE GESTURE to her chest region.] I mean literally, she was 2D skin stretched out on a frame. The "last pure human," because everyone else danced with other species and the like.

[James Kirk :O She's a big fan!!! But she only knows the William Shatner version, and for all she knows it's similiar to the (many) Doctor Who/Which/What/How/Where tv shows and not really like the real thing whatsoever. Ah yes, one of the many many problems with her traveling the way she does. Maybe military style had something to do it, though Rose probably couldn't do it. Too much inclination to tell her officers to stfu. You know... pretty much her favorite thing about Kirk.] If you see him around, say 'hello' to a friend of mine: Captain Jack Harkness. You might get along famously. [And/or it's a long running inside joke because Jack didn't know Star Trek before. And/or she's nudging people at Jack to be flirted with? Rose is not thinking too deeply on it.]

[endlesspastability]

[OPEN MIC NIGHT. Some silly little blue guy hops up on stage and starts belting out A-Ha's "Take On Me". Poorly. But he's got the spirit!]

[dontcallmebones]

[It didn't even occur to him to sit somewhere else. The man was like a lodestone; McCoy glanced around the room and his steps just turned in that direction. He dropped into a chair, absently swiping something from the plate. It crunched when he bit into it.]


Veggies? Since when do ya eat anythin green?