Sep. 21st, 2008

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Trowa has a mug. (Hot cider.) He also has a table.

He doesn't look like he's people-watching, especially, but he is.

[Tinytag was made in a lab: x5-494(alec)]
[identity profile] whitestshoes.livejournal.com
Pam was feeling pretty bored. Not anymore.

Bar's seen fit to provide her with a canvas and a set of watercolors, so she's sitting in the corner, doing the best she can to capture her surroundings with the paint she's been given, occasionally pausing to take a sip of the drink resting beside her.

Any interruption would be welcomed, of course.

tiny tag: pam beesly
[identity profile] notthatcslewis.livejournal.com
It's too early for Charlotte to justify alcohol, and so, when she approaches the bar today, she orders a cup of tea.

As a good cup of...anything...is hard to find where she's residing at present, she's extremely grateful the superb cup of Earl Gray that bar provides.

[ teensy tag: charlotte staples lewis ]
[identity profile] sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com
The air outside splits in a fall of black, and Xaldin steps out into it. His recent trip to Atlantica has him being rather less likely to take doors or teleportation into place for the time being.

Fucking Atlantica.

He begins pacing as he reads reports looted from The World That Never Was, several inches above the ground.
[identity profile] notagagagirl.livejournal.com
Scaramouche is packing. At least, that's what she claims she's doing. She has a rucksack, and she has enough bundles, boxes, jars, and bags to fill that sack three times over, easily.

Somehow, her list looked more manageable on paper.

So there's a teenaged rocker girl, with her supplies strewn out over the table, eying the lot and wondering how she got here, exactly.

(A tag's life: Scaramouche)
[identity profile] bloody-awful.livejournal.com
A bloke comes whistling down the stairs and takes up his usual spot at the Bar. He's in shirtsleeves, with the sleeves rolled up and the tie pulled down, but he's clean and shaved.

It's amazing the boost a few days' rest and relaxation, a shower and a shave can give a man, especially when said rest and relaxation took place almost entirely in the brothel. One might reasonably suppose John has left at least one or two rather wilted Flowers in his wake.

Now he's digging into a shepherd's pie and a pint, and he doesn't seem to have a care in the world.



[OOC: Open all day, buses welcome.]

bartending

Sep. 21st, 2008 03:57 pm
[identity profile] firstcptjack.livejournal.com
Jack is in the mood for something different.

Today's Specials
Super Cheva
Pimms #1
Sangria with red wine



"Welcome to happy hour. What can I get you?"

[Tiny tags: Wilbur, Maj. Evan Lorne]
[identity profile] jv-034.livejournal.com
John had completely forgotten about a sort-of promise to someone in the Bar, in the wake of all the craziness of the past week. However, today he remembers, and so leaves a note for Xaldin with the Bar.

Note )
[identity profile] misterparker.livejournal.com
Parker shrugs out of his coat on his way to the bar, grinning insouciantly at the rest of the place.

"Home sweet kidnapper," he mutters. Settling down at a table, he flags down a waitrat and asks for a beer.
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Mike's sitting at Bar all the while grinning like the cat who got the canary.
The narration would like to point out that he's been grinning that way for the last two days straight.
And yes, Mike is still smiling even if there isn't anyone there to see him.

Be afraid, denizens of Milliways.
Be very very afraid.
[identity profile] captainviscen.livejournal.com
There's a frazzled Captain sitting at a table with a few sheets of paper and a pencil, kindly provided by the bar.

He is, through the use of, shall we say, abstract art, attempting to calculate how many standard-issue Termina bombs it would take to blow an angry moon back into space.

Obviously his grasp of physics is not very good, although he has made a note to the side about 'looking into powder kegs'.

Every now and again he huffs in irritation and sips out of a  tall glass of milk.

Botherable, especially if you have an opinion about explosives.



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Teja is sitting by the fireplace, drinking tea and eating bread with moretum.

He is wearing dark linen clothes and has his Tyran purple cloak with him; but also, he has a sword that he would ot normally have on him -- a Japanese katana.-

Ryu Hayabusa has promised to show him a glance of his world. For the first time, Teja will see the legendary lands of the Fox Goddess, where the fine folding of steel was brought to perfection.

But until he leaves, Teja does hope for company over breakfast.-
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Carlotta is outside, balancing on the back of a moving grey horse.

The horse doesn't seem to mind; if anything, he seems mildly curious at his young rider.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]