29 April 2006 @ 11:13 am
 
Tahiri is mad.

And on the lookout for pilots. Specifically, Wes Janson or Corran Horn. Because the word is that their prank war almost killed somebody, and that is Totally Not Cool.

She's got a lightsaber.

She may even have a half-starved Yuuzhan Vong creature or two in one of her jumpsuit pockets.

Beware.
 
 
29 April 2006 @ 08:00 am
 
[OOM: As of last night, there's a new note on the Security noticeboard regarding Snowball's transformation.]
 
 
28 April 2006 @ 04:08 pm
 
There is a very unhappy young man still curled up on the floor by the fire, almost completely naked except for a couple of leaves tied around his body.

He's been there since last night, not moving except to cough, occasionally dozing. Right now he's being prodded by a rather concerned-looking rat.
 
 
28 April 2006 @ 02:50 pm
 
[[OOM:: The Imp Strikes Back - The Imp is sent to reverse Snowball's transformation in the Infirmary. Along the way, Hank gets pictures.]]


Hank comes out of the Infirmary, a small folder in his hand. He settles at the Bar, looking for anyone on Security as he sips his coffee.
 
 
28 April 2006 @ 09:17 am
 
Hank settles in at the table near the Infirmary and smiles as he sits back, sipping coffee. He has just got up from a long night's sleep. In a few minutes, he will go through the Door and face Earth. In a little while, he will deal with tragedy and war and pain. Soon, he will deal with woe and doom... but for now? he is resting and thinking and the morning is a good one.

His rather odd looking laptop and a book sit on the table, but for now, he just watches the bar and smiles slightly.
 
 
27 April 2006 @ 09:53 pm
 
A rather subdued and very-nearly-naked-but-not-quite man comes out of the office. He is wearing two palm leaves tied together with a piece of vine to cover his vitals.

He goes over to the fire, crawling on his hands and knees, and curls up in front of it like a cat. Every now and again he coughs.
 
 
26 April 2006 @ 06:22 pm
 
After this there is a frightened, naked man sitting near the fire, looking around...

And occasionally snarling.

[ooc: Just a warning, if you try and touch him you will get bitten. This is one seriously not amused pig.]
 
 
26 April 2006 @ 04:52 pm
 
There is a large unsuspecting pig by the fire, munching on an apple.

Why not come join him?
 
 
07 April 2006 @ 06:38 pm
 

There are still about seventeen bar napkins lying around with the words:

'WINNER
TakE mE To wES for a mySTErY prizE'

The culprit is outside in the garden, carefully going through the grounds with his snout, looking for any herbivorous insects or weeds that might spoil the plants.

 
 
06 April 2006 @ 06:16 pm
 
With perhaps an air of shiftiness about him -- of course he hasn't left this to the last minute, of course he's extremely organised -- Wes sidles up to Bar and puts a sheet face-down on her surface.

"Hey -- can y'translate this into English for me? Y'can do that, right?"

There's nothing but a slightly disapproving air for a moment (he's used to this from everyone, though, let alone Bar), and then it's done. With a grateful pat and a smile, Wes takes both signs -- one in an Aurebesh scrawl, one in Bar's neat English script -- and pins them to the noticeboard.

Paradox Squadron ahoy! )

Satisfied, he retreats to a booth with a glass of Whyren's, still entirely innocent. Naturally.
 
 
05 April 2006 @ 11:31 pm
 
Around the bar are about twenty or so bar napkins, tucked behind tables and booths, or hidden in other spots, each with the same writing on.

'WINNER
TakE mE To wES for a mySTErY prizE'

The distributor may be the large pig by the fireplace, watching with a degree of anticipated amusement. Then again he might be as innocent as his facial expression.
 
 
05 April 2006 @ 04:17 pm
 
Jedi inna bar. Just havin a drink.


Well, and watching ever-so-carefully for Wes and cronies.


Come say hi!
 
 
05 April 2006 @ 02:28 pm
 
Molly's finished in the gardens for the day, and it seems she forgot both her hat and her sunblocking charm. Her nose and cheeks are more pink than usual, and she may have a few new freckles soon.

She stops at the bar for a tall glass of juice, and a plate of biscuits. She takes a seat to watch the other patrons while she snacks. Care to share?
 
 
04 April 2006 @ 12:04 pm
 
Corran sneaks over to Bar and acquires paper and a pen. He quickly scribbles out a sign in Aurebesh, then needs a Big Favor.

"Bar... could you make it so this sign is printed initially in English, and readable in all languages EXCEPT in Aurebesh?"

You can almost hear Bar giving Corran a "This'd better be good..." in the pause that follows. Then the sign changes.

Corran grins like a maniac and posts the (now) English-only sign on the board. The one he, uh, can't read anymore.

BARWIDE WARNING!! )

[OOC: mun's off to class, but I'll be in later tonight! I'm baaaaaack!]