17 September 2017 @ 09:02 pm
After the glitter plague has passed, and after Emcee is no longer feeling its effects, he prepares for a little vacation of sorts.

So today, he comes downstairs, dressed in his black leather coat, and carrying an overnight bag. He only stops at the Bar to borrow a smartphone and to leave a note for Jay which reads:


I have gone to your Berlin to stay for a few days. I know we've talked about going back, so I've decided that it was time. I'll be all right -- I hope to see Alice and Jared again; I'm sure they'll keep me company just fine.

If anyone happens to ask about me, feel free to tell them where I've gone.

See you soon,

Emcee then pauses at the door just long enough to use a special key for the first time, trusting it to lead to the penthouse, and not a hail of bullets.

He turns the knob. Opens the door.

...It works.

With a breath of relief, Emcee hangs the key around his neck by its chain and slips through, closing the door behind him.

[OOC: Just an exit post! No tags please, only reactions if you feel so inclined.]
11 September 2017 @ 04:15 pm
Ever since Jay's birthday party, Emcee has had the sniffles. Not terrible, really, but just enough to annoy him, and to prompt him to emerge from his room and go downstairs to fetch some tea with lemon and honey.

It's when he enters the main bar that he suddenly sneezes.

And blows holographic rainbow glitter all over his handkerchief.

Because of course it would be holographic rainbow glitter.

"...Oh, dear."

The Bar presents him with a cup of tea in a vaguely helpful manner.
01 September 2017 @ 08:31 pm
It's Jay's birthday and for once he plans to celebrate it.

So there's a party on the beach. And everyone's invited.

{ooc: party thread rules. Thread hop at will. And have fun everyone!}
{ETA: I'm heading out for a bonfire of my own. Keep playing amongst yourselves and I'll see you in a while. Back again.}
25 August 2017 @ 12:15 am
It's a restless night in Tokyo. They've done literally everything they can about their current predicament, and their best hope of solving it has been constantly asleep for weeks now - if she doesn't stay up and functioning soon, there could be some real trouble. Yusuke's used to waiting things out - it was often the only choice he had, when dealing with Madarame - but now, he's finding it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, when he's taken to more active means of addressing things.

And so when Milliways presents itself, he takes the opportunity. If he can pass time without worrying about waking anyone else in the dorm, so much the better.

It's not long before he's settled into an armchair with a good view on the observation window. Of course he's drawing it. Why wouldn't you draw it? It's beautiful.

[tiny tag: Yusuke Kitagawa]]
18 August 2017 @ 07:15 pm
Emcee, in his usual jeans, Converse, and sleeveless t-shirt, is sitting at a table going through a small stack of letters he'd just received. With each letter he reads, his displeasure grows more and more, but he only expresses it through eye-rolls, irritated sighs, and bitter sips of red wine.

He would take up smoking again, except that is not a road he wants to go down.

Tossing one letter aside, he opens the next, expecting more of the same.

Entirely botherable.

[OOC: AU Emcee continues.].
11 August 2017 @ 06:56 pm
[Fabulous, glamorous, and covered in glitter.]

The door to the bar opens to the sound reporters jabbering and photo shutters clicking, and in sweeps Sherlock Holmes.

He's made up, dressed up, and wearing platform heels that make his already six-foot figure even taller.

(He looks amazing. He knows it.)

Press conferences are exhausting. Thank goodness he can get away for a bit in an intergalactic bar.
11 August 2017 @ 03:50 pm
The door opens a crack, and Big Joe Turner's "Shake, Rattle & Roll" blares through.

"No, no, I want both versions, this and Bill Haley's," says a German-accented voice in English, obviously in conversation with someone. "I don't care what the parents say, it's for the kids, not them. ...Yes, well, I don't care what they say about me either, I think we've established that by now. Be back in a minute, darlings."

The door swings open further and Emcee turns around and--

"Ah. Well, well. Here we are again."

He lets the door shut behind him as he clutches a clipboard under his arm and tucks a pencil behind his ear.

This particular Emcee is wearing blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up, Chuck Taylors with no socks, and a black t-shirt with the sleeves fashionably cut off. His hair is a floppy, silvery-gray, and thick, black-rimmed spectacles sit upon the bridge of his nose.

It's probably time for a wine break.

[OOC: AU Emcee is older and almost 10 years after WWII.]
07 August 2017 @ 05:40 pm
The door works in the strangest of ways.

So when a certain someone is holed up in his room, his younger self, his much, much younger self, enters the bar.

Small and pale and undernourished, the elfin ten-year-old boy (who could be mistaken for even younger than that) is dressed in secondhand school clothes from a distant era: knickerbockers and knee socks, a cardigan and cloth cap. He stares at his surroundings with large brown doe eyes.

Has he been here before? Perhaps in a dream? Why does it feel so familiar, when the door shouldn't have led here at all?

But this is a pub, and the little boy knows pubs. He goes up to the counter, peeking over it on tiptoes, to look for the barman. But there is none. How odd.

Even odder is the glass of milk and the plate of cookies that suddenly appear out of thin air.

This must be a dream.
04 August 2017 @ 06:01 pm
Sahaal comes down to the main bar area around six o'clock. It's empty at the moment, but that's to be expected this early in the evening. Going behind the bar, he grabs the blackboard and a stick of white chalk, and writes out the specials list for tonight.

Happy Hour Bartender's Specials

From the 41st Millennium:


From the Bar Menu:

Chicken Tikka Masala
Spaghetti Carbonara
Victorian Lemonade
White Russian Cocktails

- 40% off all beer and ale
- Two for one on all pizzas
- Sides half-price when ordered with a main meal

With that done, he hangs the board up, shakes the chalk dust from his hands and takes his place behind the bar.
21 July 2017 @ 07:01 pm
Bodhi spent all night getting ready for his first bar shift and he's a little nervous. Not just with drinks but with food too. He takes his time to write it all up, thankfully the Bar translates from Aurebesh.

Riosan mead.
KyLessian Fruit Distillates -
(Alcoholic and non- alcoholic)
Alderaan beer.
Juma Juice.
Tatooine Sunburn -
(Not recommended for humans)
Bantha-blood fizz.
Fried pod-poppers.
Hot 'n' spicy or salt 'n' sour warra nuts.
Stuffed chando peppers.
Pickled rikknit eggs.
Cheese plate - Neonan red, Jerba, Gonzo yellow.
B'omarr-style pickles.
Desert Delight.
Breaded white apple.
White seed-cake.
Sweet-sand cookies.
Wintenberry jelly and cream.

He leans on the bar, waiting for someone to order a drink or something to eat.

[Tinytag: Bodhi]
(ooc: open all weekend)

18 July 2017 @ 04:27 pm
Emcee requests to borrow a few things from the bar: a pen and notepad, a pair of wireless headphones, and a laptop computer with DJ software.

He doesn't specifically say wireless or DJ software, since his knowledge of modern technology is still quite basic, but the bar knows what he means and gives it to him anyway.

So here he sits in a booth, staring wide-eyed at the laptop screen.

This...might take a while to learn.
15 July 2017 @ 07:05 pm
It's time to be getting back. Sinric brings his silver tea service down and asking for the bar to look after it for him.

The bar presents him with a basket of thing which he takes over to a table and starts packing it into a leather pouch that seems far too small for everything he's fitting into it. There are quite a few things there that don't belong in the dark ages - toothpaste, shampoo, painkillers.

The bar makes sure he has one last pot of tea and plate of pastries before he goes. There's more than enough to share if anyone would like some?
12 July 2017 @ 12:04 pm
After spending so much time with so many people during the county fair, Emcee needed time by himself to decompress.

Attention is like a drug to him. He'd missed that particular high, night after night, performing for a captive audience. But now that he no longer has a nightly audience, these days the highs are far less frequent, and the crashes are much lower. These days, the liquor and sex can only do so much.

(He misses other highs, too. But he's managing without them. Just about.)

It's a quiet early evening when Emcee settles into a deck chair on the back porch. With a glass of red wine and a basket of fried paradoxes on the table next to him, he lights up a cigarette and draws his knees up to his chest.

He's listening to classic Elton John through a pair of earbuds to drown out the silence.
04 July 2017 @ 06:23 pm
As she has more times now than Steve Rogers feels is exactly correct (but he figures she's making up for all those lost birthdays when he was in the ice), Bar greets Steve with a cupcake frosted in a swirl of red, white, and blue, and decorated with a sparkler.

"I know, I'm an old man," Steve says, and uses the sparkler to write HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY in the air.

There is also a napkin, with a familiar question. His answer is, "Of course I will," and he goes behind the bar.

Blueberry Lavender Lemonade
Watermelon Breeze
Air Force Ones

Strawberry Lemonade
Fourth of July Sangria

[ooc: open until midnight MST Calling it earlier than planned. Slowtime in effect, and thanks for tagging.]
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]
30 June 2017 @ 05:56 pm
[ OOM: An amnesiac vampire briefly returns, and Emcee tries not to get attached, but fails miserably.

"I don't feel bad about it."
"I don't believe you."

He misses the old Eric. The one who wanted him and used him and didn't feel bad about it. ]

Warnings: vampirism & sex in the first half; tears & regrets & awkwardness in the second half.
27 June 2017 @ 05:59 pm
Sinric comes down to the bar, laughing happily at the sight of all the colourful building blocks. He accepts his screen and smiles. "How wonderful! Thank you."

After a long moment of consideration he makes his selection.

There's a beautiful blonde woman with stunning cheekbones standing by the fire, singing softly and testing his her vocal range.
24 June 2017 @ 09:40 pm
{So Pam stopped by and frightened Eric and once she left, Sookie had to coax him down the stairs to his cubby.

There, he fell asleep and slept like the dead. And then he woke and climbed through the door at the top of the small ladder

The door opens and Eric hoists himself up and onto the floor,
He is dressed in washed out shorts (they're meant to be long, but they stop a little higher than they're supposed to. Awkwardly) and a just as worn t-shirt.
His hair is a bird's nest and he is blinking sleepily and a little dazedly at the scene in front of him.

Why is he back here?
22 June 2017 @ 10:34 pm
Oswin has a plate of cookies. They're actually not bad cookies - chocolate walnut, if we're being precise. And not even burnt.



She has a plate of cookies (she may have accidentally doubled the recipe, but at least it seems that she got the ratios right across the board), and a lemonade, and...


She'll enjoy the summery weather from the booth near the window to the back.

That's... close enough. For now.
20 June 2017 @ 01:51 am
When hunger and a need to be social finally drives Emcee out of hiding, and when he's fairly sure that he won't randomly burst into tears at the drop of a hat, he comes downstairs to get a meal and a drink at the bar.

A note on a napkin pops up next to his plate of Swedish meatballs and mashed potatoes.

And he presses his fingers to his lips, suddenly looking as if he's going to cry.

[tiny tag: Cassian Andor]