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[the_cupbearer]

The change is going well. Ganymede has grown to enjoy staying in the bar, though sometimes he doesn't come downstairs.

He has no plans, and while that's not altogether different for him--since he never had plans on Olympus anyway--it's a different sort of sameness. Less rigid. So if you find him inside with a little phone (a BlackBerry, despite the fact that it's more or less arrest-me red) trying to figure out how to work it, or loitering outside the back door enjoying a smoke, it'd be good to stop and say hello.

[ooc: tag inside or out, open likely all day.]

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[scurlock]

Doc's gotten himself into a habit, since Kate practically up and vanished a few nights ago. He comes downstairs, checks in with Bar (who tells him nothing) and then heads out to do his chores. Corella's young foal is doing just fine, and the horses appreciate the fresh grass and good weather.

This morning is no different. He comes downstairs, gets no news, and then heads out to do his chores. After he's finished, he heads back upstairs, grabs a shower, and then makes plans for some kind of a meal. However, when he asks Bar for an early lunch, he instead finds himself looking at a tray of cupcakes.

Enough to feed...well, a herd of hungry horses.

"...Bar?"

'Two years', the nearest cocktail napkin replies.

It takes a minute before what she means clicks, and then Doc smiles. "Oh, well then...thank you."

'Enjoy!'

Doc intends to do just that, which is why he asks for a glass of cold milk and begins unwrapping a cupcake, setting the little plastic horse on the bartop next to his plate. Please join him for a cupcake, before he's tempted to eat enough to 'free' an entire herd of plastic ponies and line them up on the bartop.

...even if he'll probably line them up anyway.


[OOC: Like I said, this is open for as long as people want to tag. I know it's a holiday weekend and all, but who can resist free cupcakes with toy horses? And no, they won't do anything crazy to you. Tag away! :D]

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[im-so-sari.livejournal.com]

The Autobots still don't believe her about Milliways. (Oh, Bumblebee says he does, but Sari can tell that he doesn't really.)

But that's okay. Sari has a Plan.

You see, like all self-respecting seven-year-old girls, she has a cell phone. And like all good cell phones, it has a digital camera built in.

Thus, we find Sari Sumdac walking through the Bar, taking pictures of... well, just about everything. But she's paying special attention to the Window and the more interesting patrons.

Are you among them?

The bar, morning

[ostro_goth]

Teja is in the bar-room proper, having breakfast of tea, bread, moretum, and cured meat.

He is reading -- not a scroll, not a book, not a wax tablet, but something that looks suspiciously like a magazine about motorbikes.

From time to time, a shred of cured meat might be handed down to one of the three cats casually lounging under his table.


[[OOC: Pleasurable interlude in the Duet for Claws and Swords plot arc! Warnings for graphical love-making in word and deed in the Charlie thread!]]

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

OOM: Back in St. Louis, Jason falls into a dangerous cycle.

It's a sober (if not more than a little unhappy about that) and exhausted looking Jason that makes his way into Milliways this afternoon. The full moon was fast approaching in his world, and...it was something he'd rather avoid. Not only because he'd have to deal with the Pack at the lupanar, but to hear Moon call him...

He has his tiger's eye that Moon had given him, turning it 'round and 'round between his fingers as he anxiously scans the Bar. Even if you can't find who he's looking for, maybe you could get him to eat something?

[OOC: Drug use in OOM, blah blah blah]

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[ten_of_swords]

There are seven tarot cards seated around a table.

They regard each other.

Ruin is sipping his beer, eyes darting to Moon occasionally.

Wheel and Strength are sitting beside one another, Strength's two lions staring at Moon's two wolves.

Tower is smoking a cigar, holding a glass of scotch in his hand, and smiling to himself in not an entirely pleasant way.

Star is sitting, or as near as she gets to it, on the back corner of their table setting up a long line of multicolor dominoes which are crisscrossing the table.

Moon is huddled in her chair, her skirt now three-quarters red, her bright eyes staring at the dominoes Star was placing on the table.

Mary Anne has a glass of tequila and her copy of the Art of War (closed, in her lap); her feet are propped up on a chair stolen from a neighboring table.

A family meeting, the first in Milliways, and the uneasy silence has to be broken sometime.


[OOC: Seven pups, five muns, though Strength and Wheel's mun isn't available just yet. Post is open, chatroom is available -- tarotepchat -- and we encourage tagging. :D If you want someone specific, specify in your tag, otherwise, it'll be a free-for-all.]

[OOC: Aaaaand we head into slowtime. Thanks muchly!]

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[foxglove_eyes]

Lamia can often be found with a daiquiri on one side of the bar. So it hardly comes as a surprise when she’s asked to distribute alcohol on the other side. In fact, she’s an excellent bartender—she can stir and shake with the best of them.

She erases the smudged drawings from a previous Happy Hour on the specials board, replacing them with:

Tonight’s Specials
Black Velvet
Lady Killer
Arctic Kiss

Sweet and simple. And descriptive, which Lamia likes quite a lot. Happy Hour is on, boys and girls. Get happy.

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[watching_you]

[OOM: Maybe they should have stuck with the tequila.]



[tag: Bryan Mills.]

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[lady_moon]

[OOM: The tarot cards hold a family meeting, and everyone shows up for it.]

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[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Dear Diary: Today, Spock was a poet and the yeoman was an iguana. I'm not sure which was more strange. Warnings: Spoilers for S1E2 - 'Charlie X')

The front door hisses open, rattling just a bit in the runners it decides to have for this particular patron. Once he realizes that the hum of the ship's engines have been replaced by the hum of a bar full of people, he pauses.

And shakes his head.

"Fitting. Very fitting."

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

Can you keep it simple? Can you let the snare crack?

Can you let it move without holding back?]

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[watching_you]

In the bar this evening, Veronica sits, her hands curled around a tall mug of coffee. She's been trying her best to cut back: coffee's a stimulant, a drug, a sign of weakness. But it's been a long day tacked onto a growing chain of long days, and lord, she needs it.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Alex learns a new trick.]

Guppy is playing with the baby on a large rug.

They were carefully attempting 'Row Row Row your boat' for a little while, until Alexander nearly fell on his face. Now they're having a quieter game of 'put the cardboard box on Daddy's head'.

Both botherable. New people to wear the box would add variety to this game.

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[simon_doctor]

Out of Milliways: Visiting hours.