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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede is out by the lake, walking slowly and playing his music again, getting used to the clothes Bar put him in when he asked her for new ones.

The jeans and button-down shirt don't look bad, or particularly feel awkward...but they're certainly not his norm. Come bother him.-

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[childofathos]

There’s considerably less of Teyla than there was the last time she was in the bar. This probably has something to do with the tiny, sleeping person wrapped in a blue blanket and cradled carefully in her arms.

She does have an escort of a sort, though: one Air Force major, complete with crutches and fresh stitches just above his forehead.

Lorne is…well, not much of an escort in his current condition, but he does try.

Both mother and major are sitting on a couch near the fire. Teyla has a cup of tea nearby, and Lorne has his foot propped up on the coffee table and is busy sketching the new family.



tiny, Atlantean!tags: Teyla Emmagan, Evan Lorne

[ooc: One mun, two pups: tag one or both, but please specify in comments. Open ‘til it scrolls off.]

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[a1enzo]

Enzo enters the bar with a sigh.

Exams have just ended at the Academy. All the cadets are reacting... pretty much as might be expected. Usually, Enzo would be participating in the end-of-term hijinks with a will. Right now, though, it just feels like too much.

Maybe after an energy shake.


[[OOC: Semi-plotlocked; if you wish to tag, please ask first and I'll see if I'm up for it.]]

{tinytag: Cal Chandler}

Forge post!

[ostro_goth]

Teja is in the forge, pounding on metal. The door is open, and the inside is lit by the forge-fire. The cats are lounging in the doorway, and Teja is singing a strange song from the future, in a language that is not quite Gothic...

He will fall silent, of course, if any friends or strangers, customers or curious passers-by, approach him.-


[[OOC: Forge post open until it falls off the front page!]]

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

Justin, for a change, is late. It's actually not his fault this time, as his rumpled clothes and bloody nose might attest to. He doesn't look happy and there's an angry flourish to his writing as he puts up the specials.

SPECIALS

Bloody Mary
Bloody Chicken
Bloody Brain

'Happy Hour's open.'


[Tags for the ladies; Demeter, Dinah Lance]

[OOC: And, official slowtime it is, thanks all!]

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[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Congratulations, you two.]

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

"... and of course you wouldn't want the tectonic shift of the tertiary core to be out of phase with the rest of the geotemporal orbit which is why if you continue to just blindly follow orders you are bound let that happen though there is entirely the possibility that you stopped paying attention to me a half hour ago and didn't notice that I have a hand free, so nice to meet you, but I'll be going now!" The overly cheerful blond lady who steps through the front door turns, waves, and swings the door to, cutting off someone spluttering on the other side.

"He must feel like this all the time." She decides, then lifts her off arm to eye the handcuffs still attached to it. Definitely doesn't go with the outfit.

After ordering a cup of tea, she settles into an armchair and works on picking the second lock with her own sonic screwdriver, shifting through different frequencies one by one.

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[bringonthewonder]

[OOM: Forecast: Storms]

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[tanstaafl-baby.livejournal.com]

Blending in is key, in the (admittedly limited, but then whose isn't?) experience of Lazarus. To this end, he has conducted an informal observational survey of the patrons of the bar, and eventually negotiated with the Bar a clothing purchase, along with the hire of a room to use during his stay.

So it is that he finds himself in the clothing of his youth, jeans and flannel (inefficient, but comfortable), out back behind the bar. It may not be the farmland his family came from, but it's much closer to it than the Mars he has most recently been living on.

He's got a sandwich and a glass of lemonade, and is idly working on some whittling. It's lazy and it's comfortable.

Highly botherable, if you don't mind being lied to.

[tinytags: lazarus long]

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[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

So you know how Chuck does that thing where Casey and Sarah tell him to wait in the car and he invariably DOESN'T?

Yep!

Doing that now.

By... very sneakily sneaking through the door to find... MILLIWAYS! Just the thing a not!spy needs for a refreshing spy break.

(Oh, and did we mention he's wearing a tux? Yeah. His name is Carmichael. CHUCK Carmichael.)



Tiny suave tag: Chuck Bartowski

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta is out back, hitting one of the target dummies with a big stick.

Her hand is still too swollen for archery practice, so this will have to do.

Unsatisfied by the effect of the stick, she eventually drops it and punches the dummy in the face instead.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

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[theflyingsquirl]

Most trouble in the world can eventually be traced back to someone, somewhere, saying 'I'm bored.'

It explains why Squirrel is in the bar today (dressed casually; no suits today for this off-duty politician) with two of his squirrels on roller-skates. (The squirrels are. He himself is not.) He has taken Stella and Stanley, less than a year old and thus not distracting like their older relatives are this time of year, outfitted them with very small skates, and is attempting to train them to move properly in them.

(It's not going well. They do not understand the rules of roller derby, no matter how many sunflower seeds he plies them with.)

Botherable.

[tinytags: squirrel] [open until it falls off the page]

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[fanofthegenre]

Currently present in the bar is one homicide detective and recent poker afficionado, shuffling a deck of cards on the table in front of her. She blames Castle for this recent fixation - but if he hadn't thrown his hand in the first place, none of this would've happened.

A drink sits beside her, and she takes a break from the shuffling to sip from it, setting it back down on its coaster.

The condensation from the drink causes her hands to become slippery, and a few cards fall from the deck to scatter on the floor. Bending over to pick them up, she momentarily abandons both drink and pile of cards as she tries to not resort to crawling on hands and knees.

[tiny clumsy tag: kate beckett, butch ada, rick castle]

[ooc note: all threads millitimed to before the one with castle.]