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 @ 09:38 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 :)]
05 March 2017 @ 09:38 pm
Guppy is sat in one corner of the room, quietly helping his youngest two children with their homework. He has finished helping Gil read 'Spot goes for an Eye Test' and is now helping Brooke to learn her spellings from the piece she's been reading.

"Fish." Guppy prompts.

"F I S H." Brooke replies

"Very good. Lake."

"L A K E."

"Correct. Carp."

"C R A P."

"...not quite, try that again."
01 March 2017 @ 08:41 pm
There's already been a fairly big party this week, so Life Support today is a quiet affair.

On the usual table, there is a selection of teas and coffees and snacks.

On another table, nearby, there are packets of seeds, plant pots, bags of dry compost and labels. On this table there is a big sign saying NOT FOOD, just in case.

Behind both tables there is another large sign.





[ooc: Open to all. Threadhopping encouraged! Tag in any of the crew, any loose tags will be picked up by at least one of us. Open until the next one.]
10 February 2017 @ 07:39 pm
After a couple of people rudely invaded his home world for - of all things - shopping, Guppy received a 'gift' from Jim which he's not been sure what to do with. On one hand, he doesn't want to offend Jim, who he's pretty sure now is a generally dangerous bloke. On the other, he's pretty sure the money comes from some sort of crime, and if he accepts it, he might find himself blackmailed or something before long. On the other hand, he heard from his eldest that Jim helped him with play auditions, so the guy can't be all bad.

He didn't even touch the notes with his bare hands, just in case the police were on the way, and brought it to his room in the bar as soon as possible while deciding. But with plan now in place, he puts the box on top of the bar.

"Can you put that in the infirmary fund please?" he asks her, before leaving a note.

Thank you for the generous wad of cash. I have decided given the circumstances that it would be appropriate that this goes to the infirmary as a donation. This will cover the cost of repairs to the scanners and we always need upkeep funds.
If you would like me to publicly acknowledge your generous donation that can be arranged.
I decided you were right that I was being tight-fisted and have booked tickets for Fran and the children to the Lion King myself, but I appreciate the thought.
I appreciate the difficulty of being Bound, but please do not come into my house/world without asking again. Your friend is a little unpredictable. If you want information on or to borrow any further infirmary equipment I am happy to try and help if asked.

With that, he takes tea and a newspaper and goes to sit in one corner of the bar.
01 February 2017 @ 10:07 pm
It's the first wednesday of the month. Doesn't time fly?

The circle of chairs is today centred around a large chocolate fountain, with warm chocolate pouring deliciously around the edges. Surrounding the fountain are pots of various things to dip in the chocolate or pour it into - sticks for strawberries or marshmallows or pieces of fudge, shot glasses for drinking from, or bananas to drizzle it over.

Just behind the group is a sign:





[ooc: Open until the next one. Threadhopping encouraged. All loose tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS crew.]
21 January 2017 @ 10:25 pm
It should probably be said that, if you ever needed something mending, the person it would be least appropriate to give it to would be Guppy.

However, with Fran getting ready to pop out to the gym*, the task of repairing the miniature broken table from his older daughter's doll's house has fallen on him, and he's right out of superglue, so he pops into the bar to get some.

Unfortunately for him, someone has decided to leave a large puddle on the floor, which means just as he approaches the bar he slips, falls over forwards, and lands on top of said doll's table, which makes a crunch sound and detaches from its remaining three legs.

"Who's left all this bloody water lying around?!"

[*which apparently is a war memorial she needs to 'take back from yellow', not that Guppy is entirely sure what that means]
16 January 2017 @ 09:11 am
As soon as Dodger’s feeling well enough to start moving again, she doesn’t waste any time. And she doesn’t let Mark waste any time either. She hunts him down, and all but drags him out the door so she can leave.

But not before she leaves the strange device she found with the Bar. She leaves no note with it, assuming that a magical, sentient object will be able to relay the relevant information to whoever the scanner thing belongs to.

[ooc: reactions only]
14 January 2017 @ 11:40 pm
[oom: Not how she is painted.]
14 January 2017 @ 02:00 pm
At some point overnight, two pictures appears on the noticeboard. The intrepid infirmary scanner has decided to go mountaineering! It has a mini backpack, and a sports drink and everything. But oh noes! It seems a mishap occurred on its way up the mountain, and the second picture is a scene of carnage and despair. The sports drink is spilled, the backpack rolled away, and the bottom of the scanner's casing has come apart into three pieces. 

Oops? The smiley face on the note is turned upside down, and looks very sad.

In totally unrelated news, Jim is sprawled on a sofa by the window, flicking through a men's fashion magazine. He looks very chilled, even slightly tanned, and generally quite at ease with the world. New Orleans was fun, it seems!