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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

(The mun has no idea how the entire text of this post got replaced with a BR tag, but is editing now.)

The Bar's translation field is a powerful thing, but it has its limits. A speaker being deliberately obtuse won't be translated, most of the time. Neither will a speaker using a word they consider to be a different language from the one in which they are mostly trying to make themselves understood. As for the stream of vituperative German dialect from the fellow coming through the front door... well, it's probably just best all around that it not be translated. Medic's had One Of Those Days, and is in search of a drink and a suitably disturbing medical journal to read.


[tinytag: BLU Medic]

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is in the Bar today, kicked back on the couch.

But he's not relaxing. He's just finished separating the strands out from the yarn Moon had given him, and now he sets them on the table with a large hunk of beeswax and the small, switch-like branches that Norman let him have. He doesn't have everything yet, but he's doing something, and that helps.

He orders some lunch from Ivan and takes a break. He seems to be having one of his good days, so come on over!

[OOC: Kiddo is freaking out on me, so I have to go. I'll catch slows from work. Sorry!]

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[mnt_mike]

Strange things are afoot at the Circle K Bar at the End of the Universe.
The door to the Staff Hallway is propped open and the hallway itself is lined with balloons of the purple, silver, and the brightest of orange. Music of the dance variety can be heard reverberating down the hall. The smell of tasty and delectable deliciousness hangs heavy in the air.

Outside festivity also abounds. The beach surrounding the Caribbean Inlet is dotted with Tiki torches, and a rather sizable bonfire pit appears to have been freshly excavated.

Come one!
Come all!
Eat, Drink, and be Merry for tomorrow the Universe ends....every hour on the hour.... just like yesterday.

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[and_3_quarters]

'30th June - Truant officer came around today to ask me why I was sitting on a deckchair in the front garden rather than at school. I offered to show him my tonsils but he declined. He is reporting me to the school!
Tried to show Dad my tonsils so he could back me up, but he called me a malingerer. Thanks a lot Dad! He just wants me out of the way so that he can watch daytime television in peace.'

Adrian is on a sofa in a corner, writing his diary and sipping some lucozade.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

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[dark_dancer]

(OOM: Meanwhile, back in Bistort, a certain errant assassin makes his return.)

Now here's a face that hasn't been in for a while. And she's having a good day, from the looks of things.
She goes to the bar, gets herself a stout - it's that sort of day, after all - and sets up shop at a corner table (the better to watch the rest of the room).

[tiny!tag: Cata]

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[callmemajor]

Lorne is...feeling out of sorts.

Which generally means it's time to take a break, so he's rather pleased to find himself in Milliways tonight. For a given value of 'pleased'.

The nice thing about Milliways, he figures, is that you can drink as much as you like, sleep off the hangover, and be back at work every bit as fresh as when you left.

So there's an Air Force major, at the bar, with a half-full pint of beer and two shots of tequila lined up.



tiny-soon-to-be-inebriated!tag: Evan Lorne

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[hear_the_voices]

Anna hasn't quite started expecting the bar to turn up, but she can't quite say she's surprised when it does, either.

At home, it's almost bedtime, but Anna has never liked sleeping, and anyway, she isn't tired at all, so she's perfectly happy to spend some time here, instead, drawing pictures to go with the story she's making up in her head about a bear and a rabbit and the adventures they have trying to rescue their friend (a turtle) from the clutches of an evil penguin.



[OOC: With apologies, this is one is plot-locked.]
[tiny tags: Anna Milton, Castiel]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting at a table today, drinking coffee from a large mug; also, he sometimes takes a sip from a bottle of a bright blue drink named gatorade, which Jason told him to drink.

For the Goth is hung-over.

But at the same time, he is inspired; he is drawing something made of intricate straight lines, criss-crossing all over his parchment to make a shape that might remind one of a feasting hall, only smaller -- one he draws in benches, for scale. It is, truly, more like an arbour, that one would put up in one's garden to sit in, of an evening.

Teja has seen this in his dreams, last night, among many other strange sights.

All of this was caused entirely by one green fairy Teja encountered for the first time, yesterday.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Heatwave in Holby.]

Guppy is staggering towards the back door, carrying a large box of things, including a paddling pool, a load of super soakers and a big picnic basket.

He manages to get the door open, looks outside, and stops. Hm. This is not going to work.

He staggers back towards the notice board and puts the box down, then gets a piece of paper out of his pocket.

'Life Support postponed to Friday - GS, BW'

He pins it on the noticeboard and picks up the box. He manages to get most the way back towards the bar before tripping over a chair leg and dropping the lot, ending up with a deflated paddling pool on his head.