18 July 2017 @ 09:57 pm
Guppy isn't looking terribly pleased today. He has his foot resting on the table, because it's still bloody sore, after some idiot started shooting through the ceiling after an escaped monster thing.

He'd go and visit Wilford in the cells, except he's pissed off and can't be bothered.

The waitrats are generally fussing over him, bringing him snacks and tea.
17 July 2017 @ 01:40 am
After this, there's a note for Security - both at the bar, and in the office.

There's a thing running loose upstairs somewhere. It's quick as anything, and basically looks like a bowling ball with one eye in the middle of it, and something sprouting out the top. It came in with Warfstache, and got loose. He doesn't know what it is or what it does, but he was trying to kill it so it probably isn't great to have running wild.

Gene Hunt 

That done, he returns to his pint. Damnit, it has gone warm.

[OOC: Wilford can be visited here. The one-eyed monster is free to be run into by anyone, at any time, in any place. It's very fast, and no one knows what it is or what it can do. Enjoy! :D]

Tiny!tag: Bernard Black.]

15 July 2017 @ 03:34 pm
When Wilford comes into the bar today, holding onto an old printer paper box, he pauses like this isn't where he meant to be. After a moment, he decides that maybe this is the best place to be, and heads straight for the bar, putting the box on top of it.

He tries talking to the bar, asking her if she can get him something from a database, though she seems unwilling to help no matter how nicely (or rudely) he asks.

Every now and then, the lid on the box tries to pop up a bit, causing Wilford to have to slam it back down in a hurry.
02 July 2017 @ 09:32 pm
Outside on the grass, from the Scout Hut towards the beach, there is bunting and fairy lights and a large banner.


The fair is here for the whole week, and there's something for everyone, so come along and join us!

[ooc: OPEN TO ALL!
Threadhopping encouraged!

For further details, this post, and this post.

Horticultural show entries are now CLOSED.
Sports threads are now CLOSED.
Stalls/other are OPEN]
25 June 2017 @ 09:29 pm
Guppy gets a note when he arrives at the bar today. He pens a quick reply, though he doesn't recognise the author.

No need to pay back if it was an emergency, but if you need assistance in the future please use the emergency call button to the left of the door which will help you locate one of the medics to help you. It is best to use the infirmary drugs under supervision: things may vary compared with your home world.

With that, he goes outside, to do yoga on the beach.
14 June 2017 @ 09:20 pm
The circle of chairs is... not in the bar today, instead there's a sign.


Out on the beach, there is a circle of deckchairs. It's too nice weather today to waste inside. There's also a yummy picnic, and a thermos of tea.

New? Confused? Problems here or at home?
Come and join them!

[ooc: Open until the next one in approx 1 1/2 months (There will be no LS in July due to the fair).
All tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS crew. Threadhopping encouraged! All welcome xx
ETA 23.30: Guppy-mun now heading to bed but will pick up any slows tomorrow]
02 June 2017 @ 03:10 pm
Emcee dusts off the karaoke machine. Poor little machine, so neglected. Well. That's going to change.

As the video screens flicker on, Emcee steps up to the microphone stand. He's wearing a leather kilt, chunky motorcycle-style boots adorned with buckles and straps, and a black, pinstriped vest with no shirt. Also, a rainbow-colored feather boa. As usual, his makeup is flawless.

An acoustic guitar intro strums through the speakers.

"I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola
C-O-L-A Cola..."

Emcee adopts an Iggy Pop-esque stance, gripping the microphone in both hands and singing intimately into it. He knows the words already and doesn't have to watch the screens.

"She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
L-O-L-A Lola
La-la-la-la Lola..."

This is Emcee's first attempt at rocking out. And he will do so, fabulously, as if he were always meant to.

Read more... )

Anyone who wants to can dance or sing along. In fact, Emcee encourages it!

And when the song ends, he takes a bow with a rainbow-colored flourish. He still is what he is.

[tiny tag: Cassian Andor]
Current Music: Lola - The Kinks
31 May 2017 @ 01:09 pm
Sam really hates it when he can't help people. He knows this and knows it can be a trigger for his anxiety, and so he heads outback to work out some on the heavy bag.

Feel free to say hi or maybe hold the bag for him if you'd like.

[OOC: Here for an hour, and then slows until tomorrow. And off to meeting, back tomorrow.]
23 May 2017 @ 09:32 pm
Over in one corner of the bar, Guppy is supervising his younger daughter Brooke as she does some reading homework.


"Yes Brooke?"

"You know how you asked me earlier whether I had the missing snake?"

Guppy gives her a look. "Yeees?"

"Well, I don't have the missing snake." Brooke says. "But I did have it ten minutes ago."


"So you mean the first three times I asked, you actually did have it, and now you don't."

"Yes." Brooke confirms.

Guppy stares at her for a moment, then begins rapidly searching around the tables.
21 May 2017 @ 10:21 pm
[oom: Fix what you can fix

Guppy tackles some of his anxieties by implementing some new house rules]
18 May 2017 @ 09:12 pm
After the explosion Amanda hesitates briefly inside the bar. She isn't certain if she should go back to her world as planed or go investigate. What if someone needs help?

It doesn't take long before Amanda is outside. She makes it halfway to the forest when she suddenly realizes since she was inside she doesn't know where the explosion came from.

So there is an immortal outside looking for anyone, especially Guppy.

[OOC: I posted this tonight because it's time appropriate, but sadly it's my bedtime. I will be back online tomorrow morning. I'm awake! Post open until it falls off the page. Have a wonderful night to all]
18 May 2017 @ 09:38 pm
Day one of Guppy's new attempt to lead a more anxiety-free lifestyle has seen him outside in the sunshine, attempting some yoga.

Guppy is actually quite good at yoga.

No, wait, that doesn't sound right, let's try that again.

Guppy has watched a lot of yoga on Youtube, and is confident today that he could pull some of the more interesting poses. Today he is trying something called the 'Crow', which involves balancing on his hands with his knees tucked behind his elbows.

It is precisely this moment that the massive explosion goes off from somewhere in the forest, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin, and fall on his chin.

If that was Vyvyan, there's going to be words.
17 May 2017 @ 11:01 pm
[OOM: It's time to talk

TW: Discussion of PTSD, anxiety, and general mental health]
13 May 2017 @ 10:23 pm
Guppy has mostly managed to comb his hair over the large bruise on his forehead. He's still a little concerned that he looks like a prat, but that can't be helped.

In the meantime, he is in a quiet booth, sewing name labels into Brooke's hockey uniform.
08 May 2017 @ 09:41 pm
Guppy is at the bar, with a cup of tea, completely minding his own business...

[ooc: Thread with Wilford concerns Wilford's dog plot]
08 May 2017 @ 01:07 pm
Wilford's been busy with a a new assignment, which has kept him from the bar for the last few days. When he comes in today to eat his lunch and go over his notes, he can't help but notice that there isn't a dog jumping all over him, begging to be fed. Nor does the dog appear out of nowhere to look at him pitifully while he eats.

In fact, the dog doesn't seem to be anywhere in the bar. Wilford waits until he finishes his lunch before going outside to make sure Buster hasn't got himself stuck in another tree or paddled out into the lake and got lost, but there's no sign of him outside either.

When Wilford comes back inside, he notices the state of the dog bed the kids set up. Or, rather, he notices what's in the bed: a piece of baseball bat. If Buster went somewhere without his bat, it would only be because someone didn't think to grab it when they snatched him away.

Wilford doesn't know where to find the person who very recently made all sorts of threats about doing just that, but he knows someone who might know where to find him. And it's a very angry Wilford that storms back to the infirmary.

[ooc: dog plot. Catch Wilford at any point during this post.]
28 April 2017 @ 08:15 am
The front door opens and in walks Amanda, a large grin grows on her face, "Ah Milliways!"

She walks up to the Bar, "Lady Bar, may I please have a glass of wine?" then she takes a seat and starts people watching.

[OOC: I'm around for a couple of hours and then slowtime]
27 April 2017 @ 10:18 pm
[oom: Guppy speaks to his children about Wilford's dog, and Fry discovers Joram has been in a fight at school.]
24 April 2017 @ 09:22 pm
Spring has fully sprung, the cherry blossoms have been and gone, and the season is making some people rather frisky and restless. This state of nervous energy has different ways of expressing itself, in different people.
  • Dr. Hannibal Lecter is in the Caribbean inlet, swimming laps -- he seems to have marked out two landmarks on the shore, and swims back and forth, parallel to the beach, in flawless form, just as if he was in a pool.
  • Ragnar Lothbrok is riding his motorcycle around the lake. He's going very fast and making it roar, which is fun.
  • Father Pearse Harman is in the bar, has thrown open the windows closest to the piano, and is playing and singing old Ivor Novello songs with a good voice and not much inhibition.
  • Alex Vause has taken a punching bag outside, has hung it in a tree near the sparring grounds, and proceeds to beat the living daylights out of the poor thing.
  • And finally, Teja's three forge cats (Myrrh having defected to stay with Bodhi) are chasing each other all through the bar, outside through the garden, jumping in through the windows Harman left open and up a pillar into the rafters, in an obstacle race all around the chairs and table, out again through the back door between the feet of some poor bewildered patron, all the way down to the forge, and up again, weaving among the late tulips and hyacinths and in through the kitchen door, where the rats scatter and scold. And on into the bar once again... They seem indefatigable. Teja, in the meanwhile, is sitting by the backdoor, teaching little Egil to fletch arrows.
12 April 2017 @ 09:45 pm
In one corner of the room, there is a circle of chairs. Inside the circle is a table, full of warm hot cross buns. The smell of yummy warm buns wafts across the room.

A big sign is on the wall behind the group.

Life Support!

Free Hot Cross Buns!

New? Got worries at home or here? Just want a free bun?
Come and join us!

You didn't need any more chocolate, did you?

[ooc: Open to all. All loose tags will be picked up by at least one of the Life Support Crew. Threadhopping encouraged :)]