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[leplusbeau]

*Bernard and Fleur make their way downs the stairs, all very weary. Door is wrapped firmly up in several blankets upstairs with Tonks watching over her like a hawk.*

(This was a comment. Now it is a post. Because I am an attention whore, that's why.)

[glorious-figure.livejournal.com]

*comes downstairs, smiling cheerily and holding a thin book, a pen, and all the associated equipment given that ballpoints are unknown in Middle-Earth, and approaches the bar*

*looks very slightly crestfallen when he sees who's behind the bar, but remembers last night's conversation; tavern-keepers sleep, like most mortals*

A glass of...

*suddenly decides to be adventurous*

No, something different. What is the first draught you can think of that begins with a "G"?

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will walks through the door, trying not to look as if he's steeling himself. Which he is, of course.*

*He looks around. Seeing neither Luna nor Merriman, he breathes an almost inaudible sigh of relief, and heads for the bar.*

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth wakes up on the booth bench that had served as her bed the previous night. She slowly sits up, blinking as she looks at the crowd around her.*

Good heavens, I have managed to sleep the day away.

*She tugs the comforter about her legs as a lap blanket, and spies her untouched glass of water from the night before. She picks it up and drinks slowly, contemplating whether to remain in the bar or return to her chambers in the House of Arch.*

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[clumsy_auror]

( OOC: Post Milliways )

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Post

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[hard-core-dick.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post-Milliways]

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[locks_it_up]

Death Scenes: Small Change

((OOC: Momentarily on a friend's computer. Withdrawl sucks.))

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

ooc: post-milliways

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*flops into a chair near where the specter appeared*

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton wanders downstairs the next morning and walks up to the bar. Feeling quite a bit silly, he starts talking to it.

"Uh... bar?"

There is no visible response from the bar.

"Right, right, right, you can't talk. Or respond, except with, uh... food. Right.

Can you respond to questions?"

There is no visible response from the bar.

"Okay, how about this. One margarita for yes, two margaritas for no. Do you understand what I am saying?"

One margarita appears in front of him.

"Do you know who Angie and Chiana are?"

Another margarita appears in front of him. Crichton decides that, to keep his tab minimized, he'd better ask as few questions and as many yes-answers as possible.

"Have you seen them in the past two days?"

Three margaritas appear in front of him.

"...never mind."

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[be-holden.livejournal.com]

Okay, several people have explained to me that I just have to go up to the bar and ask it for what I want. Which seems nuts. I mean it is a piece of wood for crissake. But I am so hungry. I haven't eaten in two days and I'm probably getting close to being see though. I'm too damn skinny, if you want to know the truth. My mother always wants me to drink these health shakes with malt in them. They taste like something you wouldn't feed to a cat. She tries. She really does.

Um, bar? May I have coffee and a doughnut?

*margarita appears*

May I have coffee and a doughnut too?

*another margarita appears and cup of coffee and doughnut*

No one appears to be watching me so I'll just take these drinks over to a a dark corner. This place is great.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

*Ginny wakes up from a dark corner booth she fell as sleep in and she stumbles up and rubs her eyes and blinks at the bar and goes over to get a some breakfast as she puts some Sickles on the bar and smiles*

Can I have some Bangers and Eggs as many as that will get me?

*she looks in shock at the frozen drink that appears with her breakfast and she sticks her finger in it and then pulls it out after it freezes and she licks the Frozen Concoction off her finger and decides it taste pretty good so she picks up the glass and starts to drink it. Liking how it taste with the Frozen burn feel going down and she keeps drinking until she gets a Death like pain between her eyes behind her nose and she set the cup down and places her hands over the pain as she tries to make it go away*

OUCH OWWWWWWWW

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[smallestopener]

*Ingress comes in through the painting, looking worried. She stomps over to the large group at the bar.*

Where're Door and Tom?

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post-Milliways Post]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard comes out of the staff quarters briskly, and heads toward the bar. Another margarita appears, and he picks it up, bemused.*

Thanks, bar. It is a bit early for straight tequila.

*He leans on the bar and looks around for minute, spotting a sobbing Ingress on the floor. He goes to her, concerned.*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Sitting at the counter, Anthy finally gets around to taking a sip of tea. She chokes, spits it out, looks at the cup in horror, and goes back to her math homework.*

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

*takes his seat at a table after having finished his discussion with leplusbeau*

Lestat, you fool, where are you?

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*As he blends the milkshakes, Bernard quickly scribbles a note and pins it to the bulletin board*

Sirius, the bar is malfunctioning. It keeps giving out margaritas, and I just tried to get Ingress and Holden milkshakes and they turned out full of tequila. Got any ideas?

*He turns back to the blender, equal parts amused and annoyed.*

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter descends the stairs, carrying a large book full of small scraps of notepaper. He sees the note on the bar bulletin board, and, after contemplating how it is attached -- lifting the corners, trying to tear off a little, attempting to smear the ink -- he shrugs, grins, and signs his name with an expensive fountain pen that does not, it must be admitted, write vertically very well. He then seats himself, removes a cigarette case, and taps a cigarette on the lid.

Good afternoon, bar. A light, please.

A small pack of matches appears. He strikes, lights, inhales, and frowns. He examines the cigarette.

It tastes rather like...

He inhales again, perplexed.

Alcohol of some kind...

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[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

*Lestat leaves a hardback book of Botticelli's paintings on the bar table. Inside the page which displays the 'Primavera,' he places a note*

 'Keep chasing those clouds away Mercury, I'll be around soon enough. You know who.'

*And, because he can never resist signing his own name, he sighs, and adds, as an afterthought*

'~The Vampire Lestat~'

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

*suddenly materializes near the front door, quickly glancing down at himself as if to confirm that everything's accounted for*

Huh. Didn't really think that would work.

*strolls over to the bar and plunks down a wad of crumpled bills and a handful of change* That oughta cover the tab.

*blink*

What's with all the margaritas?

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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[walks in quietly, and after flipping a coin at the bar, moves to a quiet corner where he can see most of the bar.]

[sits his wine on the table and draws his sketchbook from his satchel]

[doesn't, however, start drawing and just looks out into the distance, eyes blank and very dark]

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[true_desire]

*Almost as if summoned, Desire appears in the bar at the usual table -- having managed to miss most of the pandemonium, for the moment. Desire's table is unoccupied today, so this leaves the Endless to pick up quietly smoking by itself, watching the bar with interest.*

Upstairs

[iopenthings]

( A Dream )

Door wakes up.

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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Stumbles into the bar, turning to laugh at something Gil has said as he passed*

Good evening, one and all! Welcome to Milliways Bar's happy hour. Specials tonight are...

*blinks and looks around*

Well. Margaritas seem popular. Also, Gil's made some amazing salsa, tapas, and some kind of...gourmet...burrito...thing....it's probably really good. The onions smell really good, anyhow.

*scratches his arm, where his sunburn is peeling*

Right. Who wants what?

[ooc: Any food ordered from Sirius, as opposed to from the bar, tastes like regular food ought, as Gil has made it.]

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[briginda.livejournal.com]

*Wanders in, looking a bit frazzled and grumbling about goddamned forest fires that weren't her fault.*

Bar, coffee please? As strong as you can make it.

*Blinks at the margarita that appears.*

"What the... well, alright then."

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur is trying very hard not to ogle the half naked human!Raph. Meg is not helping by falling over and giggling so much.*

Well...mon ami...I did help...in a way. Er...

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Having showered and washed his clothes off from the margarita Fleur spilled on him, Crichton comes back downstairs. He is rather shocked and dismayed to discover that the room has hundreds of margaritas in it, and that the bar is still giving them with every order.

"Oh, frell. I hope that's not on my tab..."

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[alexei61.livejournal.com]

*Alex walks down the stairs from his new room. He's wide awake, after sleeping pretty much around the clock.

He walks to the bar, orders a vodka, blinks when he's presented with a margarita. He picks it up, stares, takes a sip, shrugs* Whatever.

*sits, looking around bar*

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter comes downstairs once more. Door is still asleep, but it seems to be dream-filled slumber and not potion-spawned unconsciousness. Tom is dozing fitfully by her side. He still hasn't let go of Door's hand.

The first thing he notices is that the bar--and the tabletops, and the booths--are covered in margaritas. All are perfectly chilled. If the ice in the drinks is melting, it's doing so very very slowly.

The second thing Peter notices is the young man named Ulfin who was so kind to Ingress earlier.

He snags two margaritas, then goes over to Ulfin. "Thanks for helping with Ingress earlier. She's sort of everyone's little sister around here, and she's not had an easy time of it, this past year, so anything you can do to help is appreciated. Oh, and I'm Peter."

He places one of the margaritas in front of Ulfin. "I'd ask you what you wanted," he says apologetically, "except that the bar seems to be on a margarita-producing binge. So I guess it's margaritas tonight, or...well, nothing."

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[proud-titania.livejournal.com]

*The Queen of the Faeries sweeps in from the back. She walks to the bar and sits, carefully furling her wings*

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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin enters the bar and his attention is immediately drawn to the small sobbing girl on the floor. Frowning in concern, he heads over there and crouches by her side.

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom and Door walk slowly down the stairs. Tom is preoccupied with keeping Door steady on her feet, and when he hears her gasp, he thinks it's from pain. Then he sees where she's looking - Ingress is speaking to the demon.*

Gods, no...

*He takes out his wand as Door staggers more quickly down the stairs. A Patronus might be enough to distract Crowley long enough to get Ingress away and reach the portal painting.*

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*watches Bernard sneak off to bed, and goes behind the bar, giving it a quick wipedown before shouting out*

Announcing Night Hours at Milliways!

Tonight we're offering a special on ice cream (or soy ice cream, depending on your dietary preferences) floats in your drink of choice, with fresh fruit mixed in. All drinks are guaranteed to be quite tasty, and the fruit is succulent sweet!

The margarita incident from earlier today seems to have finally cleared up, so you ought to be able to request the drinks of your choice without any problems.

As always, I'm offering my special brew to anyone brave enough to chance it. *he grins*

Your orders?

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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Sirius, discussing something quietly with Peter, suddenly lays his head down on the bar and listens to it carefully, murmuring in Latin. He takes his wand out of his pocket and presses the tip to the brass edging of the bar, listening to the other end of the wand.*

Oh, bollocks. Someone's been mucking about with it.

*He reaches behind him for a pot of coffee.*

All right everyone at the bar, LIFT DRINKS!

*He pours coffee all along the length of the bar, chanting quietly in Latin.*

Right. That ought to do it. *listens to the bar again* The, er, margarita problem has...probably been solved, folks. Sorry about the mess. A few more might show up sooner or later, but, uh. Ignore them. Or drink them. On the house.

*he pats the bar*

Poor confused thing.

[ooc: Sorry all, but people did mention it to Sirius and he needs to be sober to examine Peter.]

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[big-giant-scar.livejournal.com]

*Harry walks in, wand at the ready, and looks around. Spots an empty stool and takes a seat away from what looks like an argument*

Great. *orders a drink and sighs*

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

OOC:pre . . .post . . . mid . . .er, alternate chronology that is still consiered cannon-Milliways post

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar, offspring in thier carriers. After ordering her food - *

Bar? I'll have a can of compressed air, please. *can materializes, Snow retreats to a corener booth to feed children*

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth wanders in from the portrait hole. It is apparent she has been ill, but she is less pale than in previous days. She walks more steadily, but is still rather weak. She makes her way to the bar, and orders a cup of tea from the spell, as Sirius appears to be busy.

After situating herself on an available barstool, she lifts the cup to her lips and takes a sip. She immediately does a very undignified spittake, clapping the fingertips of one hand to her mouth. Wincing slightly, she forces down her mouthful of "tea", and looks warily at the cup still in her hand.*


[OOC: ETA: Storm's gone, it seems. Aside from a tree that has decided to visit my building's parking lot, everything is peachy keen. I'm plugged in and around for a while.]

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[pirate_jack]

*Jack saunters in, and stops in his tracks, looking rather amazed at the number of margaritas present on most available surfaces.*

*He shrugs, and makes his way to the bar in search of rum.*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*he fades into his normal seat, watching the room calmly. Last night's agitation has faded*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy tacks up a note that reads: Can anyone here repair an exploded watering can? and heads back to her table. She is still uneasy about drinking the tea, and instead she sits drumming her fingers on the table and staring into space.*

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*enters and settles in at the bar with a gin and tonic, an absent look on his face.*

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*appears with an affected air of nonchalance, sketchbook in hand*

Busy in here tonight.

*sits back, relaxes, and enjoys the show*

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[hard-core-dick.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways - sorry about that accidental post]

*Joe storms in and sees Billy and Hob talking. He brushes past them to the other side of the bar and orders a beer*

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph exits the men's room. He's sporting a white button down shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of black boots. There's a sai hanging from his belt, and he's what appears to be a pair of black cargo pants that are tied at the ankels, slung over his shoulder. For those of you who just tuned in, he's human. Caucasian, roughly 6 foot, brown hair and eyes. And he needs a drink. Stat. He sees an empty seat over near Elizabeth, and makes his way over.*

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[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Anyone who knows the excellent City of Angels (the musical, not the film) will recognize the following sonnet to Ophelia. The original lyrics are far superior (particularly when sung by a smoky alto accompanied by a muted trombone -- ah, ambience), and are here. I am indebted to Mr. David Zippel.]

*Wanders in looking morose. Looks desultorily around for Ophelia, and then, not finding her, speaks to the air.*

There's not a morning that when I awake
     New thoughts of you don't instantly arise.
I dream of you with every breath I take --
     Without a warning, though it's no surprise.
On any day, no matter what the place,
     When finally the hurt's begun to end,
I do but close my eyes and see your face
     And nothing's come of making time my friend.
'Twas you who said 'forever' from the start
     And I've been all adrift since you've been gone
Out on a sea that you alone can chart
     I know my heart will break, but I go on.
          My dreams, my every thought -- all are of you.
          If only I believed that dreams come true.

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[gargamelsazrael.livejournal.com]

Meow?

*Catching a brief opening of the door to Milliways Bar, Azrael slinks into the tavern and darts under the nearest table.*

Meow?

*She cautiosuly talks a step, looks both ways, and slips across the room, over the body on the floor, and to the bar*

Meow?

*A small saucer of tuna juice appears. Azrael laps it up appreciatively before slinking into a cozy spot behind the bar*

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks enters and heads towards the bar; tonight she is wearing patched, faded jeans and a yellow t-shirt bearing the legend Don't Mess With Hufflepuff in faded black letters.*

Hot chocolate, please.

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[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*Willow walks out of the women's restroom, liberally splashed with water*

Hey, um, is anyone out here any good at conjuring toilets?

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard comes out of the staff quarters, stretching and yawning; he napped for longer than he expected. He approaches the bar*

Tequila, neat. And a cheeseburger and fries.

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[spooky-mulder.livejournal.com]

*Special Agent Fox Mulder strides through the door, still talking*

--so that's why I put a stake through that kid's heart! He was a vampire, Scully, I swear--

*He breaks off mid-sentence when he realizes that he is not, in fact, in the X-Files office, but in a pub. Full of people. With wings?!

He gapes for a full minute, and then turns to Scully triumphantly. She is, of course, not there.*

Scully, did you see-- Scully? *He opens the bar door* Scully! SCULLYYYYY!

*He turns back around, confused and panicked, when his eyes fall on Alex Krycek, sitting at the bar, with both arms intact, having a drink with some redheaded guy.

He immediately pulls his gun*

FREEZE, KRYCEK!

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[bloody-tired.livejournal.com]

Jenny stomps in through a Door, eyes the commotion at the other end of the bar, and continues on, ignoring it. She stops in front of the bar and growls at it:

"Advil, gin, and a dish of choccy ice cream."

A margarita appears.

"Very funny. Now serve me my ice cream or I'll turn you to splinters."

A dish of ice cream appears, but it is pale green and accompanied by a slice of lime and a shaker of salt.

"I'm not bloody Constantine. I'm not fucking apologizing. What I am is bleeding on the rag, so unless you want a bloody woman with PMS turning you to paper, you'll give me my sodding order!"

Two Advil, a glass of gin, and a *large* dish of chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and chocolate sprinkles appear on the bar.

"Thank you." Jenny pets the bar approvingly and sits carefully down on a bar stool to eat her ice cream.

"You forgot the spoon!"

A spoon appears instantly.

"That's better."

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow runs from her conversation with Liz, attempting in vain to catch up with the gust of wind that has been rushing around the bar*

Dammit, someone . . . Please, help me get my son!

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[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*Willow walks out again, even more drenched*

Seriously folks! If someone knowledgeable in plumbing doesn't get in here, like NOW, the floor of the bathroom is gonna give way and I don't know what's under that floor!

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[wodans-child.livejournal.com]

*Shadow strolls in through the front door. He is dressed in battered jeans, boots, and a rust colored sweater. He stands there for a moment, taking in the unconscious man on the floor--looked like a friend of Mr. Town if he'd ever seen one--and a sunburned man staring in awe? confusion? at a boy with wayward black hair. He reaches into his pocket almost without thinking, taking a quarter out and working it between his fingers. Shadow moves towards the bar. He knows he should be confused, out of his element, but it feels almost... normal. Mumbles to himself as he sits down at a stool.*

Looks like old Wednesday rubbed off on me after all.

*raises his voice a little*

Any way I could get a beer?

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[be-holden.livejournal.com]

No one is looking. Quick! Ask it. You have to know.




Bar? I'm Holden Caulfield and I'm going to be working here. If you have a book about me, could I borrow it, please?


*paperback copy of Catcher in the Rye with dark red cover appears*


Thanks.


*shoves book in pocket*




[ooc: I'm off to bed. but I will reply tomorrow if you want to post in this thread :D]

"What the *bloody* hell...?"

[bloody-tired.livejournal.com]

Jenny runs into the women's bathroom, cursing and holding her stomach. She ducks into the last stall.

And runs into...something.

Its fore-quarters are sticking out of the toliet bowl, and it is thrashing furiously. The snakes that serve it for hair are all striking at random at the nearest objects, namely the toliet paper holder and the sanitary napkin dispenser.

Its head looks like a horse's, if horses had red eyes and fangs. Steam is bubbling from its notrils.

The hind-quarters are difficult to see, but appear to be fish-like, however, Jenny doesn't stick around to find out. She sprints out in the bar-room.

"Bloody monster in the fucking loo!" she yells, loud enough for everyone to hear.

(OOC: Picture here.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*enters, and walks over to the bar*

Tea, please.

*takes the cup that appears and takes a sip*

*swallows, with an effort*

*looks suspiciously at cup*