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[gone_byebye]

There are days when slime would be preferable, Ray thinks as he stomps into Milliways, trying with no real success to get bits of goopy apple-smelling stuff off his jumpsuit's shoulders and out of his hair. "Bar?" he says as he gets within range. "What do you recommend to wash out this much fruit product, please? Even Slimer's not normally this enthusiastic of an eater."

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[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Petra carefully makes her first wish.]

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[will_scarlett]

Since actually going out and practicing with his bow wouldn't count as being easy on his ribs, Will's at a booth fletching arrows.

He's taken over most of the space though he's actually quite neat and efficient while a teapot sits under a tea cosy that resembles a forest.

His concentration isn't too deep so he probably won't cut himself if you say hello and there is an extra cup or two.

bartending

[salver]

All Bobby wanted to do was come in for a six-pack so he didn't have to go out for one. He's got his own idea of what he needs to be doing -- there's a sheaf of papers ripped out of a book to translate and send down to Cheyenne to be pieced back together, and there's his battered old copy of The Milagro Beanfield War to reread for the fifth time -- but apparently the bar has other ideas.

"Yeah?" Bobby asks the bar. "What's in it for me?"

A note appears.

Bobby smiles.




Shortly thereafter, he slings a towel over his shoulder behind the bar, and chalks something up on the board in very precise handwriting:

SPECIALS

MOONSHINE MADE FROM A CACTUS

I DIDN'T ASK WHAT KIND OF CACTUS AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU

AND IF YOU GO BLIND IT'S NOT MY FAULT; CAVEAT EMPTOR

Looks like happy hour is open.

[Open until ten Mountain time! Threadhop! Try the moonshine!

And for the record: there is no known liquor made from the cactus.]

[ETA: The witching hour has happened! All threads are slowtimed. Thank you for tagging in! And good god, what is WRONG with you people that you would subject all your characters to CACTUS MOONSHINE. *laughing*]

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[no-saber.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Two there always are: A master, and an apprentice.)

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[onceareaper.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Mister Nakamura! Tessai will see you out! Quickly!" Urahara backs through the door and slides it shut, not quite able to bring himself to slam it, but it's a near thing.

Never mind Mrs. Nakamura. It's Mister Nakamura who needs to never turn into a Hollow.

Cautiously, he takes off his hat and dusts it, examining the torn stitches and stretched fabric.

Time to get a better sort of clientele. Or at least a sort that keeps their hands to themselves.

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[lasthalfmile]

When Dan comes downstairs, he's looking a bit pale

And it's not just because of the fact that he's dead and spending his days in a bar at the end of the universe for all eternity. The bar, he doesn't mind. Heck, he's gotten pretty used to being dead, if he's going to be honest. But some things are never okay.

He ends up sitting at a table with a small glass of well-watered Atlantean, trying to catch his breath. Given that he's dead, and technically doesn't need to breathe, that's saying something.

[ooc: Sorry this is a little late. Doppelganger plot! First one to tag in with OOC note gets to be next. See here and here for more info.]

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[parkerlee]

[OOM: Sometimes the best Valentine's Day date isn't a date at all.]


[Milli-timed to February 14th]

Unaccompanied minor!

[basic_powers]

Seriously.

Unaccompanied minor in the Bar, making nothing less than a small zoo of simple origami creatures from a how-to book, and lots of copy-paper. There isn't a square foot of clear space, save for right in front of Tyler on the table.

Come either to bother or remove a few critters.

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[dr_temperance]

[OOM: In the wake of Gormogon, the hot water at the Jeffersonian just keeps getting deeper for the Squints.

Karaoke!

[thatinyourpipe.livejournal.com]

Pan stepped into the bar again, ramskin skirt in place this time. He stepped his way over to what looked like an interesting device. There was a microphone, speakers, and oh look lyrics with bouncing music. Curious magic here.

It compelled him, him for once to sing and dance.

So he started to skip about to the beat, and sing:

"...If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
come on sugar let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on honey tell me so..."

[tiny tag of reach out and touch me: Pan]
(ooc: can either react to the god, or have your own pups get caught by the evil karaoke machine.)

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy has had to give in.

He places the box containing the remaining 324 free condoms on the bar, mumbles something about it being a donation, and doesn't stop around to watch it disappear.

He goes outside and sits on a rock, prodding at the icy mush around the lake with a stick.

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[seat_five_girl]

Ako is back in the bar with a backpack this time.

Sure, it's a strange and potentially terrifying place but, well, free time to study and do her homework?
She is there - with a Pepsi.

Fourteen year old bluenette with homework at a table. Feel free to peer over her shoulder. She'll only jump a little.

OOC: Open while it's on the front, but any new tags are Milli-timed to before the Croup and Vandemar please.

Tiny industrious tag: Ako (Negima!)
Tiny terrifying tag: The Old Firm

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[watching_you]

Veronica's been cooped up way too long.

There are only so many days one can spend bent over a desk, reading email forwards meant for someone else, listening to phone calls from telemarketers. It's all way too damn innocuous, like they know she's listening. All she needs is one slip-up, she knows, but if it doesn't come soon it the case will be shut down and lost.

Which is why she's in the gym today, hands bound with tape, hair tied back. She bobs and weaves, and sticks her fists into the side of her sawdust-filled opponent. The look in her face, solid, focused, says she's not going to tire anytime soon.

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[whitestshoes.livejournal.com]

There is a Pam in Bar.

There is a Pam in Bar in desperate need of a drink.

After running into her fiance's ex-girlfriend, running a presentation all by herself in front of the Nashua branch, and reading a letter that Michael managed to steal off of his ex's computer, she could use a stiff one.

(That's what she said.)

[tiny tag: pam beesly]

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[facile-fivefold.livejournal.com]

There's a Jotok in the bar.

That is to say, there's a critter somewhat bigger than a cat, perched with three arms grasping a low chair and the remaining two conveying grapes from a plate to its mouth.

It has five eyes, one on each arm, and it is probably watching you.

[tiny tag: Jhalak]