[oom] If that chick don't wanna know, forget her.

[justcallmefee]

Guess who just got back today?
Them wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy

[ Tiny tags that bust your chops: Fiona Glenanne ]

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[ami_imperfect]

As she comes down for breakfast this morning, Dani's none too surprised by the sudden appearance of a few strands of beads around her neck and the replacement of her usual stocking cap with a sparkly jester's hat.

"Heh. Cool." She hops up on a stool and asks, "Can I get a waffle and some orange juice, please?"

The waffle that appears is chocolate chip and topped with a generous amount of whipped cream, with a lit candle sticking out in the middle. Written on the napkin that shows up next to the plate are the words Happy 14th Birthday, Danielle!

Dani grins and blows out the candle. "Thanks for remembering."




[tiny tag of Nicktoons meeting: hey arnold!]

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[prob-japanese.livejournal.com]

Bumblebee didn't make it to the Bar for Mardi Gras, which is probably for the best, given that he got back from the convention in Japan a very little while ago. Human culture whiplash is a heck of a thing.

For the moment he's doing something he didn't get to do for ages thanks to that darn convention: agility practice in the Bar's rafters. We're very sorry if he knocks down any dirt or spiders onto you. Feel free to complain to him, as he's one of the nicer Autobots and will be more than happy to attempt to make good.

A Frickin' Blur Here.

[battin1000.livejournal.com]

It was tough, but Scout managed to iron out the whole thing about random civilians teleporting into the base for no reason pretty well in his honest opinion, and returned that intel case he came to the bar with (and got scolded for having disappeared into nothing in the middle of a mission, but oh well). Now, he's happy to know, he can come and go more-or-less as he pleases.

Scout knows the layout of the bases like the back of his hands, which is a good thing, since it's a little hard to navigate after downing a Bonk! energy drink (sure, he doesn't actually run faster, but concentrating gets kinda' difficult). One, two, three, LEFT. One, two, three, four, five, LEFT. One, two, STAIRS. One, tWHERE DID THAT FRICKIN' TABLE COME FROM?

Having just run straight into and flipped over a table at high speeds, Scout is understandably on the floor and in pain. An empty can labeled BONK! ATOMIC PUNCH: Cherry Fission! Now With Isotopes! skitters across the floor and under another table.

Painpainpainpainpain.

[Tinytags: RED Scout, Patapons, Reno, BLU Heavy]

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[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Lissar is tinkering with her drones. Cerium, the little hunter/seeker mine, is holding onto her ankle and beeping mournfully as she fusses with Astatine (the SWverse training drone). She's certain she can get a tiny MP3 player in there so that when Demyx leaves the house with Astatine he can have music on hand. In air.

Okay, so Lissar is sort of bored and the drones, to the limit of their intelligence, would appreciate it if someone would distract her before she starts serious modding.

Double EP!

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

There are certain principles involved with Mardi Gras-type events, and Camille Montes is well aware of them. She also has no fundamental problem with them (not to mention a sneaking suspicion that her father’s family would disown her for being so unBolivian if she did have problems with partying). No, what she has problem with is that whoever it is that is in charge has seen fit to clothe her in ridiculous, violet little fringe dress without her consent and take away her switchblade at the same time.

Fortunately, her ire has been mellowed by a helpful bartender, a slice of cake, and a reminder of one of the key principles of Mardi Gras and Carneval; namely, don’t stay sober.

Presently, this timely reminder is being put into practice via a second cocktail. Together with the fact that she’s curled up at a table with those ridiculously high heels off, she could nearly be said to be in a good mood.

---

To save the mun’s brain, the Russian astronaut is at another table in another part of the Bar. She hasn't escaped Mardi Gras, though; far from it, in fact, and that does explain the annoyed expression on her face.

Her dogtags are in plain sight. Not that she really cares about that, but if they are in plain sight, then so is her bindrune, and a stainless steel charm the length of her thumb embedded in someone's skin is...

Unusual.



She preferred being a pirate.

[OoC: Open until it falls off the page]

tiny!tags: camille montes, dominic green, the old firm, the russian astronaut

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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

Charlie has new clothes. The outfit is actually fairly comfortable, as far as they go; the stockings (white in this case) are taking some getting used to, but the shoes are the most interesting part, to Charlie.

He has no idea exactly how short that skirt really is.

Anyone who wants to tell him her, go for it.

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[will_scarlett]

Will is glad to have all his clothes back though last night was a lot of fun so he's by the fire and reading about Juillard and music auditions.

Its making him worry but he wants to really understand what Kate's facing.

Beside him are a few savory scones and a mug full of mulled cider since it got cold again.

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[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

Faye has been away for a while, so it's really no huge surprise to her when she receives a request to bartend this evening. She jumps at the chance--an excuse not to go home and deal with the Drama brewing at home makes her very, very happy.

Once the appointed time comes, Faye carefully writes the specials on the board. Despite gripping the chalk super-tightly, it doesn't break. The magic of Milliways is at work again!

Tonight Only! Half off these drinks, and any other that have to do with heartbreak, boys being stupid, and getting burned:

1. Bruised Heart
2. Tainted Heart
3. Black Orgasm
4. Bitch Slap
5. Dead Bastard
6. Dirty Bastard

Faye then turns and scowls out toward the patrons. She might have agreed to 'tend, but she doesn't have to be nice while doing it. Especially to men. Stupid men.

[[OOC: Tending is closed for the evening, but I will pick up slows as I can. Thanks everyone!]]

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

There is a new sign in the greenhouse.

It reads, in extremely neat and extremely large handwriting: 'PLEASE DO NOT SLEEP IN THE GREENHOUSE. IT IS NOT A BEDROOM. THE BEDROOMS ARE INSIDE' - with an arrow pointing towards the bar, for good measure.

There's a satisfied-looking girl standing underneath the sign, too, looking up at it wtih satisfaction.

Hopefully this will do the trick!

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[reallyaduck]

She's tried everything she can think of as a girl.

She's tried (and failed) everything she can think of as Princess Tutu.

There's just one thing left she can think to do, and that is look for exits at ground level.

A short while ago, someone might have heard a girl-voice let out a determined "QUACK" in the girl's bathroom. Now, there is a small yellow duck in the bar, zooming her way along the floor at high speeds, looking for exit holes and muttering faintly to herself as she does so, with a "Quackquackquackquackquackquackquackquack -"

Mardi Gras -- the day after

[ostro_goth]

The day after Mardi Gras is called Ash Wednesday -- it is the reason for the festival on the days before. A last few days of merriment before the repentance and penance of Lent.

Teja has been forced to do more penance and repentance aged ten to twelve than most devout men do in their whole lives; as a result, partially of this, he is not a devout man at all. Even though Mardi Gras is over, Teja still is not a man at all, full stop. The Devil had spoken of three days; so she is not worried yet.

Demeter and Charlie had found her more comfortable clothes yesterday; so she is casually leaning at the bar, drinking frothy coffee and eating chocolate cake. No, she isn't purposefully not-fasting, but in Teja's world-view, sweets are for women and children, and now that he is a woman, she may try that aspect of femininity, can she not?

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

There's a pwing! and a flash of blue light, and the Bar has one more Security member on duty. Belar's been a little busy in Mongolia lately, and didn't stop to change on the way here.



[OOC: Post millitimed to the 20th of February for plot purposes. Sorry, gang.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: The morning after. Male nudity but no sex.]

Guppy has been relieved of his female body in order to run clinic.

He's sitting in a booth in the main bar, near the door to the infirmary, checking the batteries and bulbs of the opthalmascopes and MAJAX torches, and replacing them if necessary.

His sign is on the table. It has warped because he spilled tea on it, but the lettering is intact.

'FREE WALK-IN CLINIC
THE DOCTOR IS IN'

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[and_3_quarters]

Adrian enters, staggering under the weight of a large yellow bag full of newspapers and magazines.

The bag splits dramatically, spilling its contents all over the floor. He drops the bag and tries to put them back in the right order.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

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[fairytaleknight]

( The days in Milliways come one after the next, and there's still no door. )

Before dinner, Fakir stops at the library. Of course he's found the library. He eats dinner with a book open on the table. (It's the stories of Hans Christian Andersen, in German.)

He'd prefer not to talk to anyone. Come talk to him anyway.

[ooc: It's late for me. Threads may enter slowtime shortly. Ping AIM: manuscript geek if you have questions.]