OOC/MuseVerse: Inkwell Party!

[clockwork_doc]

When he's not roleplaying in the Rift or the Nexus, the Doc Brown known as "Clockwork" lives in the Inkwell Bar and Grill, the local restaurant and hangout for his mun Victoria's muses. Clockwork also happens to own the place, so it's very easy for him to conscript it for his birthday. Anyone entering today will find that the bar has a wide selection of various cakes on it for people to sample, along with freezers full of ice cream. Clockwork himself is seated at the bar with a slice of chocolate cake, smiling at anyone who comes in.

Anybody's welcome to drop by, either just to say "hi" or to grab some cake. (One warning -- you might want to avoid the cake on the far left of the bar. Mrs. Plum made that one, and being a dead cook from "Corpse Bride" prone to putting body parts in her meals. . . .)

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[exiledqueen.livejournal.com]

"If he wanted to exclude me, he should have taken precautions," Mab says crossly. "He knows I've been around, and he should know how to ward us off, even if that rattletrap brain of his didn't retain anything he learned in Arcadia. The humans have been doing their little tricks with the salt and bread and iron for centuries."

She glances at Victor. "Oh, don't quiver so. I don't have anywhere to drag you back to now besides my boudoir, and you'd be right back out again in the morning."

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think I had to in my own bar!" Clockwork protests. "Been around, maybe, but actually show up for my birthday?!" He quietly files away the info on the salt and bread, resolving to research that. Iron he knows about.

Victor turns brilliant scarlet at that, yanking at his tie. Of course, if Mab tried that, she'd have to deal with two very angry young women the next morning. (Yes, TWO.)

[exiledqueen.livejournal.com]

"Of course I'd show up for your birthday." Mab licks her lips. "So many people, so much emotion. Such a ritual. And you'll know next time, won't you? If you don't forget." She raps quickly on Clockwork's head. "See, it's a learning experience!"

She turns back to Victor and extends a hand. "I won't drag you," she adds, "but I do need someone to keep me warm. The nights are so long and so cold and so lonely, and I can show you so many wonderful things." The two young women are welcome to join them, of course. Mab believes very strongly in the philosophy of "the more, the merrier."

[docsgirl.livejournal.com]

Clockwork jerks away from her touch, scowling deeply. The weather around the Inkwell is getting steadily cloudier as his mood darkens. Oh, he'll remember next time. It's kind of useful, having your full-trilogy counterparts be blacksmiths.

Victor whimpers and retreats further under the piano. He's a little scaredy-cat at times. Well, MOST of the time. (As for the two young women, being quite Victorian they'd be kind of shocked. And really, one wouldn't be any good at helping Mab keep warm).

Victoria's just about snap out something when someone interrupts. "You want warm?" A hand closes on Mab's shoulder. "I could give you warm."

It's another Doc, one that isn't seen much. His story hasn't been posted yet. But if Mab turns around, she'll see a Doc with a fiery aura around him. And she probably DOESN'T have to turn around to feel the power of the UNIVERSE radiating off him.

Mab -- meet Phoenix!Doc. And yes, he was just threatening to set you on fire. He could do a lot worse.

[exiledqueen.livejournal.com]

Mab can't help it. She basks. The room is crackling with energy, storm on one side and universal fire on the other, all swirling around her. She feels warm, giddy, powerful...she might actually be glowing a little. It's like jump-starting a car battery.

She tangles her fingers in PhoenixDoc's fiery aura, somewhat beyond speech.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

PhoenixDoc looks startled for a moment, then shrugs of the "lack of intimidation" and glares. He's on the verge of doing something nasty when --

Clockwork holds up a hand. "No. I don't need anyone getting into a fight in this place." He turns to Mab. "I don't know what you came here for, but you obviously got something you wanted out of the experience. Now please leave."

He appears to be the picture of calm determination, but there's a slight broken note in his voice. Happens when you can't feel safe anywhere.

[exiledqueen.livejournal.com]

Mab looks disappointed. "I came to give you that," she says, pointing at the box. "And now I see I'm being kicked out. How kind of you."

She snatches another piece of cake and disappears in a shower of sparkles. Lots and lots of sparkles. The various Docs will be vacuuming glitter out of the carpet for ages.

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

"Enjoy the cake," he snaps sarcastically after her.

TeenDoc looks at the glitter. "I think I'm gonna work on a new vacuum cleaner design after this."

Vic looks at Clockwork, grimacing. "I'm sorry, I really had no idea she'd show up--"

"I know, I know," Clockwork cuts her off. His hand hovers over his PINpoint for a moment -- it's tempting to just teleport out to some private part of either Chicago or the Nexus and cause a small thunderstorm to relieve his feelings. But something stops him. Something still huddled under the piano. He goes over, crouches down, and checks on Victor. "Hey, kid, you okay?"

[docsgirl.livejournal.com]

Victor looks up at Clockwork. He's (somehow) paler than usual, and looking rather frightened. Then, suddenly, he scrambles out from under the piano and gives Clockwork a hug.

Clockwork's startled, but returns it, feeling awful. Yeah, that door's getting warded with iron first chance he gets. "I'm sorry, Victor. I never meant--"

"It's not your fault," Victor interrupts. "I just -- have that effect on -- I'm sorry you had to deal with that for twenty-odd years!" He looks over at Victoria, frowning. "I'm never complaining about anything you put me through again!"

". . .Good," Victoria says weakly. "Here, look, let me get you some more cake and hopefully some new guests will arrive and -- you know, I gotta call someone who will make this all better (http://museicalmarty.livejournal.com)." She dashes out.

"In the meantime, let's get some fresh cake out here," HatterDoc says, eying the poked pieces disdainfully.

"Let's," Clockwork nods, releasing Victor and heading for the bar. He's fully ready to put this incident behind him.