Spring Feast & Happy Hour

Everybody is invited!

Food and drink today paid by the Łukaszewicz Foundation

Wine
Ale
Cider
Horchata
Woodruff soda



In addition to the drinks at the bar, there are crafts tables to try new things to make, a bonfire outside with food, and a free concert of music performed by patrons by the lakeside, and goodie bags with art supplies and spring gifts as well as a raffle ticket/voucher for each guest to take home.



[[OOC: Party post!! Please tag in and tag out, thread-hop and have fun. There will be several sub-threads -- those for the bar and the bonfire with music are run by Teja, the crafts tables and the food by Pyrrha, with the Brucolac helping with crafts. I will put up my sub-threads now, and we can start the party; Pyrrha!Loki-mun will be here from around 7 pm EST onwards and add her sub-threads. Open all weekend! Thank you, and have fun!!]]
 
 
13 November 2013 @ 02:03 pm
As patrons enter the bar today, they may notice something a little different. A little more color, a sweeter scent; flowers, beautifully arranged. Sitting unobtrusively to one end of the Bar near the message board is an easel-mounted wreath arrangement, at its center the name Angus Urquhart, with the dates of his life, his afterlife, and his ultimate passing from the bar.

Should you follow the arrow pointing to the back door, similar but smaller flower arrangements mark the path to the lakeside. There, a modest affair is underway; seats, sturdy refreshment tables at Miss Sunshine's behest, music, and the makings of a bonfire closer to the shore for when it gets dark. The occasion may be somber, but above all this is a celebration of life — of the ever-so-much-more-than-nine lives of Angus Urquhart.

Come have a drink in his honor, or share your stories of his many adventures.
 
 
02 August 2013 @ 10:54 am
What is this?

A lively tune?

Your host is inspired to dance!

Those who enter the bar today may notice more than the usual commotion. There is music, a table tucked in a corner for receiving gifts, and a festive banner. It has flamingos on it. Pink ones.

In addition, there is a modest sandwich board set on the Bar with the following proclamation in festive script:

La Fête Spectaculaire!
Dinah Lance Party
Anything served in the half-shell is free
Do try the coconut punch
Follow the rose petals



A scattering of rose petals lead the way outside, along the path to the beach.


(OoC: Welcome to the cross-community going away party/housewarming for [personal profile] innerbrat & Dinah Lance! [details and announcement] This is a standard party post; shenanigans and thread-hopping are encouraged. For your convenience, an OoC thread has been set up at the end of the post for communicating, plotting, and sending some OoC love and well-wishes to the lovely Debi. Debi and I can be found on AIM as well and in crackchat off and on all weekend. So please stop by! Thanks everybody, let's have some fun and show Debi some love. ♥

ETA: Just as an aside, the "bring a present or duel" thing was entirely for the lulz. Your pups aren't obligated to one or the other unless they want to, and this remains completely open to everyone! XD)
 
 
18 July 2013 @ 12:04 pm
 
The sun silently beats down on the grounds, waves of heat radiating off of everything. But then, a soft rumble begins. It grows louder and louder, starting in the mountains and crashing down down down until a great roaring avalanche of snow arrives...

Ice, ice, baby. )

Once the rink is complete, the boy heads off to help an industrious ten-year-old set up the food and drinks table. There are some things too heavy for Rae to lift.

[Credit to the respective muns for their pups' part in the EP! Standard party post rules apply, all tags welcome.]
 
 
09 July 2013 @ 04:32 am
 
There is a note on the bulletin board today for those interested, with the handwriting made anonymous by clever spellwork:

ATTENTION
A portion of the lake will be frozen over next Thursday for ice skating, with an avalanche of snow courtesy of Rabastan and Mia. There will be no lip or barrier around the edges, so do try not to fall in.

Also, it is imperative that the lake denizens come to no harm. Anyone caught doing so will be eaten.
Alive.


[OOC: Reaction tags only, please! <3]
 
 
05 November 2012 @ 05:04 pm
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason.
Should ever be forgot.


When Alfred came in today, he noticed the date on the calendar behind the bar. It seems to be matching up with home, for once. And well, it feels like no one remembers the 5th of November in America.

So, he goes outside, and spends the afternoon gathering firewood. It's now all piled up in a cunningly stacked bonfire. All that is needed is an effigy, Alfred's got the Guy Fawkes mask.


Remember, remember,
The fifth of November.
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason,
Why gunpowder treason.
Should ever be forgot.

[ooc: Standard party post rules apply, all welcome!]

[Edit: 12:45am GMT: Alfred-mun is going to bed, slowtimes are welcome.]
 
 
31 August 2012 @ 05:56 am
 
Sometimes a god wakes up in the morning feeling fine and frisky and wanting to break something.

On such occasions, it's usually wisest to create instead--which is why the Green Man is at Milliways, looking like mischief and brimming with magic.

He consults with the Bar for a few minutes, and then with a nod and a "Thank you, good lady," goes out to the lake shore with a cornucopia under his arm.

If there's anything an old nature god knows how to do, it's throw a party.




[ooc: Party post under construction open! Please see [community profile] ways_back_room note for details.]
 
 
03 August 2012 @ 11:52 am
So, it turns out giant sea scorpion meat is quite tasty. Lobsterish, if you will.

It was soon after Teresa had left that Sarah had remembered she had ice magics at her disposal and a plentiful source of nearby water to make real ice with it, not just magical ice that seemingly sublimates in seconds. So, she was able to take her time looking at the organs of the beast, pondering its brains, staring into its eyes, poking at its gills, and in general having fun.

She has odd hobbies.

But after that, there is a great deal of meat left over. In a stroke of genius and resourcefulness that would have made her little sister Crondis proud, Sarah cuts up the scorpion's carapace into dinner plate size triangles, then after borrowing several pots, barbeque's grills, fruits, and veggies from the kitchen, she starts cooking up a storm right on the beach.

When she's done, she gathers up a great deal of wood from the forest and starts a bonfire. She makes the best bonfires. Seriously, come gawk at it.

There is also a poster on the back door.

BEACH PARTY!

 

 

ALL THE LOBSTER YOU CAN EAT!

All locally sourced ingredients!



Well, maybe its all local. The fruit and veg could have come from the greenhouse. Maybe. Whatever, it should earn her some goodwill.
[OOC: Party post! Party post rules apply! Don't wait around expecting her to be a good hostess because in truth, she is horrible at these sorts of things. She is good at pretending to be social, though. Crosspost, crosspost, crosspost!]
 
 
21 April 2012 @ 03:06 pm
The sights don't stop with the dance floor.

Once you move past, you'll see a number of carts and booths spread with home brews, fancy treats, wares, and games. There's a maypole out by the lake. Closer to the paddocks, a little corral is in order where pony rides are on offer. A horse-drawn cart and buggy are on standby to take folk around the lake.

Every free corner is filled with some delight. It's sure to be one hell of a party.

Won't you dust off your finery and come join us for a spell?
 
 
21 April 2012 @ 10:03 am
Folk have been setting up all night, and by noon on this sunny Saturday you won't hardly be able to miss the hoopla once you step out the back door.

A lively tune is playing*, the wide expanse between the lake and the stables filled with party wares. There's a dance floor and a bandstand, both large enough to accommodate a number of people; bleacher-style seating is on either side, where ladies and menfolk can line up and wait for partners. The rest of the seating is in the form of hay bales scattered about.

Long tables are set up with all manner of country cooking, along with plenty of drinks for young and old alike. Tents have been erected, twinkling lights spun around their poles, and when the sun sets fancy lanterns and tea lights will keep the shindig aglow.


*Any band resemblance to ZZ Top is highly coincidental. >.>
 
 
30 June 2009 @ 03:54 pm
 
Strange things are afoot at the Circle K Bar at the End of the Universe.
The door to the Staff Hallway is propped open and the hallway itself is lined with balloons of the purple, silver, and the brightest of orange. Music of the dance variety can be heard reverberating down the hall. The smell of tasty and delectable deliciousness hangs heavy in the air.

Outside festivity also abounds. The beach surrounding the Caribbean Inlet is dotted with Tiki torches, and a rather sizable bonfire pit appears to have been freshly excavated.

Come one!
Come all!
Eat, Drink, and be Merry for tomorrow the Universe ends....every hour on the hour.... just like yesterday.
 
 
27 June 2008 @ 01:34 pm
A sign is up:

Beach Party!


Follow the orange flags if you don't know the way to the Caribbean Inlet and come have fun, all day.
 
 
11 February 2007 @ 07:53 pm
 
The air is cooler, tonight. The water, too. The breeze that was rippling the waves this afternoon blows a little harder.

By morning, the lake will be frosted.

By this time tomorrow, it will have started to freeze again.

But for now, it's still warm enough to take a swim. Especially if you go with a friend.

You know you wanted to dip your toes in all weekend. Now is the time.
 
 
11 February 2007 @ 07:51 pm
Night falls, and the air begins to hold a slight chill.

Winter is returning, slowly.

The bonfire tonight is bigger, and the bar serves hot tea, coffee, and chocolate as well as alcohol. S'mores fixings, as well as other sweet treats, are available.

Children light up the patchy woods with sparklers.

This is it.

Curl up with your friends, your lovers, your friends who are lovers, or your friends who may become lovers before the night is through.

The lake party is almost over.
 
 
11 February 2007 @ 12:36 pm
Sunshine Dust, the golden squid, frolics closer to shore today. There were so many people to play with in the lake yesterday! And squids need love and attention too!

There's a soft breeze coaxing the water into gentle waves, playing around the Black Pearl's sails.

If you didn't get a chance to swim yesterday, there is only today.

Tomorrow, it will be February again.
 
 
11 February 2007 @ 12:33 pm
There's no real sign that a party went on yesterday; the loompas made an exception and got busy outside once most patrons headed in to sleep.

It's much like it was yesterday.

Hot sun. Warm water. Abundant food. Unending drink.

And a certain air of lassitude that only an entire weekend of lying around in the sun can bring.

If you haven't yet joined the party, you might as well. We're only just getting started.
 
 
10 February 2007 @ 05:36 pm
It's dark, now. The water retains all the residual warmth from the beating sun.

There are people splashing near the shore, near the bonfire and the light.

But there are hidden coves here and there in the warm water, and there's the wide expanse of black leading to the Black Pearl and beyond, all made monochrome in the moonlight.

A perfect night for a swim.
 
 
10 February 2007 @ 05:33 pm
The sun's gone down. The food's been replenished.

So has the booze.

A bonfire's been set up, and is burning.

There are people relaxing , here and there, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

There are others, outside the ring of light, enjoying the darkness.

Don't go inside yet.

The night is young.
 
 
10 February 2007 @ 09:09 am
The water is warm, almost too warm to be refreshing, and sparkles in the early afternoon sun as the squid frolics in the distance.

It's the perfect temperature for swimming, and the sun is the perfect temperature to make one need to swim.

So come on in. The water's fine.