The door opens and Joshua walks through with his usual bedhead and wearing a green bathrobe. He blinks, and goes over to Bar. Before he can say anything, a napkin appears. "Oh, well alright then. Can I..." Another napkin. "Fine, guess I'm tending in a bathrobe. I never could get the hang of Thursdays." Even though it's not Thursday, Joshua. He turns,tossing a towel over his shoulder and writing on the specials board.

Happy Geek Pride Day!
50% off:
Any drink either geeky or not from your world
Tea

He turns back. "Ok, Milliways. Let's do this."

[ooc: And geek pride Happy Hour is a go! Thread hop, try to out geek the bartender, have at! Open for the rest of the weekend, as the mun is actually free of work!]

It has been a while since Milliways has seen this immortal.

The door opens and in walks a woman dressed for the 1600s. When she see's where she is a large smile crosses her face and she takes another step inside before closing the door behind her. WIth a quick glance around for anyone she might know before heading to the bar itself where she orders a glass of wine.

 The Front Door bursts open and a young padawan runs in. He is late for classes and is startled to find he is not where he thought he should be. The Jedi Temple is vast but he didn't think there was a cantina within.

Apologizes if he runs into you before he is able to stop himself.

[OOC: Here for the long weekend, one young padawan who will actually give his real name if asked!]

Wet as he was coming back in form the lake, Hal had still been in his trousers from before. They were unfortunately clingy and very uncomfortable, and upon asking the Bar for replacements he'd gotten a set of modern clothes and a towel, the latter of which he took to his head to dry the red curls on his head.

The jeans he could negotiate fairly well, though the way they mold to his legs makes him think they might be ill-sewn; the shirt and vest, likewise, he could manage. Buttons aren't too modern for him, though seeing so many of them is a bit strange. The tie, however...that has him staring blankly at the strip of silk, feeling the fine material between his fingers.

He might need help.

Since talking with Autor and Joshua, Sameth's been wondering just what is possible with the Charter. He knows a lot of knowledge has been forgotten but if the Charter is the fabric of the Old Kingdom, it should be able to do even more than they realize.

With that in mind, he went digging in the palace library and has taken over a table with a number of books, histories and journals as he tries to find out what else has been created. Somewhere there must be an equivalent of The Book of the Dead for Wallmakers, but he hasn't found it yet.

His tea has gone cold as he takes notes and reads, switching between books and sometimes cursing at how no one paid enough attention to why spells worked as they did.

 After this conversation with Guppy, a note is left with the bar.



( Doctor Simon Tam )

OOM: To be up and off on a high-mettled horse,
All care and danger scorning,
Over the hills away

From The Early Gallop by Martin Farquhar Tupper

It's ice-cutting time at home. And after accidentally almost slipping into the lake, Almanzo is in the doghouse.

After putting one ice block down, he realises that he's in the bar, not the ice house. He attempts to pick it back up again to take back, but it's heavy and slippery...

After struggling with it for a minute, it slips right out of his hands onto his foot.

"Ow!" Almanzo hops, and angrily kicks at the ice block, which slides across the floor. Stupid thing!

The bar has snagged Teja as he was getting back from the forge after a day's work; but he does not mind much. Bar will pick her champions as she chooses.

He has company, too -- four cats, and a sleeping baby deity in one of those versatile baby carriers that will swing gently when pushed, have a handle to carry them, and can be used as a car seat as well. The baby is wearing a little black hat with a skull and crossbones on it, and is watched over by the cats, who seem well instructed and very protective.

He puts up his specials -- they are a departure from his usual offers, but much in his afterlife has been a departure from the usual for Teja lately, so it fits.




Then, Teja waits for potential patrons.-

Young!Petra palms the doorway to her backs, straightening her uniform as she does so. Her face is military smooth, as if one walking before a commanding officer one doesn't really like but won't offend.

Into the room she walks, but it isn't neat rows of bunks that meet her eyes, and is instead tables, low lighting, and a long wooden bar. "So much better." Petra mutters, as a smile tugs at her lips. She walks briskly to the bar. "May I have something to eat please, that is actually made out of what it says it is made out of?"

Matilda is actually  a little shocked when once again Milliways replaces her closet. She was going to change into some night clothes, but seeing the bar is something of a relief when it settles in.

She needs time to think anyway and Milliways is good for that. The five year old is feeling rather cross and her mind keeps turning over the events of just a few hours ago.

Simply put, she was reaching her limit-or had reached it, she wasn't entirely sure. She was sure that she was getting tired of being called stupid and ignorant. She may've been a little girl, but even she knew that she was neither of those things.

And she was especially sure that what her father did to his customers was wrong and further more he knew it was wrong and yet he still went with it.

All of those things meant to her that something had to be done. She knew something had to be done or else she would go crazy with living at home. She just needed to think on what such a thing could be.

She chose to sit at one of the tables, pulling up a chair and sitting with her head in her hands as she thought.

She's irritated, but it's not at anyone in the bar. Some company would be a welcome distraction.

ooc: open for any and all tags.

First, there are some changes, then...

...he's not surprised to again, find Milliways instead of the Bannered Mare.

Really.

It is a different-but-still-the-same Einar who enters the Bar, carrying his longsword and a greataxe as well; he looks worn out and energetic at the same time. He moves with purpose but not completely sure of it, if that makes sense?

One takes some time to adjust to the whole Legendary Hero Reborn thing...

Give him time.

And a drink. A drink would be great.

[[ First, Einar returns to Riverwood, to investigate a nearby ruin, recover a stolen treasure and delve into ancient mysteries. There is fighting, and danger, and the just reward of a hero, and some odd developments as he is not quite the same man anymore. ]]

[[ On the road back, its hard to sleep when you feel a radical change coming, but can not understand what caused it. ]]



[[ Warnings for violence and death, the undead, magic, adult situations and immature actions; many thanks to Amarin for NPC'ing duties. ]]

The front door knob, for anyone near enough to notice, jiggles but never quite turns.

"Ugh, of course the door knob is human sized. Why did it have to be a knob and not a handle?"

After a few knocks on the door the voice on the other side asks, "Hello? I am Fairy Fixit from the Zanaris headquarters of the Abyssal Services Department. Could someone open the door for me? The knob is a bit too difficult for me to turn."

When Alfred arrives at the bar today, he's confronted with a napkin.

Well, it's not like he hasn't done this before...

He heads round behind the bar and starts writing on the specials board.

"There you go, Ma'am, I'll take it from here," he says, half under his breath. Then, raising his voice, he calls out, "Happy Hour is now open."

Specials

Mint Lemonade (Non-Alcoholic)
Gin and Tonic
Calvados
House Red (1985 Bordeaux)
House White (1986 Burgundy)


[OOC: Mun has finished exams and is now free forever! (Or until something else comes up). Open until I say it's not, tag, thread hop, enjoy yourselves!]
[EDIT: 1am BST, and I'm going to bed. Feel Free to keep thread hopping, and more threads are welcome, but, while I will be able to tag up tomorrow (Friday), I will then be away until Wednesday, so slowtimes are probable.]

[OOM: Bean is tested.
Initially he does badly.
Then he and Sister Carlotta have a talk.
Then he has another go.
Then they have another talk.
]

[Warnings for discussion of a murder and a potential murder.]

Joshua Donovan really needs to sort out his priorities. He's been up most of the night, not doing his dissertation or doing any sort of work, but playing a video game on his laptop. There might be teleporting holes and a device to make them involved. He might also be on his fourth or fifth time through the game. He has headphones on and he's bopping out to a selection of... quite a few things.

Someone might want to remind him that it's morning. Or join in. He has a 3DS as well.

[ooc: Post open all day. Mun will be in and out, but steadily tagging.]

 [Out of Milliways:

Some men buy their girlfriends flowers
Others buy them florist shops.]

Duck places one foot slowly after another, dragging her toes, as she slumps her way into the bar.

Pique won't talk to her; Fakir is expelled; Mytho is -- Mytho is she doesn't even know what, and she doesn't have any idea what's going on.

Sitting at a table in Milliways might not actually help with any of that, but it's better than listening to Lilie go on and on about how she and Pique are going to have a battle --

-- not that she's annoyed with Lilie! She's happy Lilie is having fun! Lilie is her only friend right now who isn't sad or upset, and that counts for something, right?

(Okay maybe she's a little tiny bit annoyed with Lilie. But she doesn't know what to do with that feeling, so Milliways it is!)