Jul. 16th, 2009
Happy Hour
Jul. 16th, 2009 10:45 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
kandorian.livejournal.comAll Kara wanted was a soda. Which, truthfully, she does get, but it's accompanied by a napkin. She stares, reads it twice, and eyes the bar suspiciously. "Seriously? I don't know how to do this." Bar helpfully supplies a comprehensive bartender's guide, which takes maybe five minutes to read through.
Okay, then.
Specials
Farmer's Cocktail
Sun Shake
Star Burst
Never let it be said this El is a slow learner, or that she can't color code things with the best of them. Happy hour is a-go.
[tiny tag: tim riggins]
[ooc: open until around 4(ish) MST and then semi slow times.]
Okay, then.
Farmer's Cocktail
Sun Shake
Star Burst
Never let it be said this El is a slow learner, or that she can't color code things with the best of them. Happy hour is a-go.
[tiny tag: tim riggins]
[ooc: open until around 4(ish) MST and then semi slow times.]
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Jul. 16th, 2009 01:21 pmlittleboyof5.livejournal.comThe scene: a beach
Facing away from the now-open door is a young man in somewhat unusual clothing. He seems to be in the middle of a solo:
"No, no! I must remain in close concealment,
Until I can appear in decent CLOthing."
As he starts the last word, he does a quick step-and-turn backward. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be expecting the Bar, and trails off with little grace or drama.
[tiny ex-pirate tag: Frederic]
Facing away from the now-open door is a young man in somewhat unusual clothing. He seems to be in the middle of a solo:
"No, no! I must remain in close concealment,
Until I can appear in decent CLOthing."
As he starts the last word, he does a quick step-and-turn backward. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be expecting the Bar, and trails off with little grace or drama.
[tiny ex-pirate tag: Frederic]
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Jul. 16th, 2009 01:48 pmof-atlantis.livejournal.comKida is outside, today, just walking the lakeshore. The grass is warm, and damp under her bare soles, and pleasant in the sun. The lines of her skirt sway against tanned legs, as she thinks. Damian was interesting to meet; despite being new to her, and like nothing she's ever seen in Atlantis, he was nice.
She isn't planning to meet anyone, out here, though she also has no plans to interrupt by meeting her.
[OOC: mun says botherable, open all day, to anyone. She needs to be socialized.]
She isn't planning to meet anyone, out here, though she also has no plans to interrupt by meeting her.
[OOC: mun says botherable, open all day, to anyone. She needs to be socialized.]
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Jul. 16th, 2009 01:51 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comOut of Milliways Lissar attempts to explain a few things to Arcee.
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Jul. 16th, 2009 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanksrainmanThere's a man by the fireplace, writing little bits and pieces in a very beaten up notebook. He's rather deep in thought, but botherable.
(Slow time for a few hours. My library books are going to be overdue, and I need to return them).
Right. Back.
Right. Back.
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Jul. 16th, 2009 02:58 pmhands-of-blu.livejournal.comHerr Engineer figured out how to divide by zero today.
The Medic didn't think it was possible for anything to leave behind the body parts that were all that was left afterward. And this is a man who regularly works with Herr Demoman.
He's been asked to put aside the transplantation experiments and look into whether cloning from said handful of parts might be scientifically feasible. The handful of books he's got on the subject are... not promising. Hence there is an extremely grumpy-looking German fellow at a table by the window, with a small, well-emptied glass and a tall, skinny, strong-smelling bottle close at hand.
A day doesn't have to have the RED Pyro in it to be one of those days after all.
[tinytag: BLU Medic]
The Medic didn't think it was possible for anything to leave behind the body parts that were all that was left afterward. And this is a man who regularly works with Herr Demoman.
He's been asked to put aside the transplantation experiments and look into whether cloning from said handful of parts might be scientifically feasible. The handful of books he's got on the subject are... not promising. Hence there is an extremely grumpy-looking German fellow at a table by the window, with a small, well-emptied glass and a tall, skinny, strong-smelling bottle close at hand.
A day doesn't have to have the RED Pyro in it to be one of those days after all.
[tinytag: BLU Medic]
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Jul. 16th, 2009 03:53 pmjohn_not_ronaldA young man in a rumpled, ash-streaked suit (early twentieth century by the look of it) steps into the bar carrying a large atlas and a small pencil.
He seems unconcerned that he's just stepped into the bar at the end of the universe, but as he just came from having tea with a dragon who gave him a primer for translating an atlas of imaginary worlds, that could just be a matter of perspective.
He finds himself a seat at the bar, orders tea distractedly and sets about his work, mumbling to himself under his breath in several different languages as he flips through the pages of his atlas.
Occasionally, he makes notes in the margins, and the recurring phrase, "Here, there be dragons," can be heard every so often, always in a different language.
He seems unconcerned that he's just stepped into the bar at the end of the universe, but as he just came from having tea with a dragon who gave him a primer for translating an atlas of imaginary worlds, that could just be a matter of perspective.
He finds himself a seat at the bar, orders tea distractedly and sets about his work, mumbling to himself under his breath in several different languages as he flips through the pages of his atlas.
Occasionally, he makes notes in the margins, and the recurring phrase, "Here, there be dragons," can be heard every so often, always in a different language.
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Jul. 16th, 2009 08:14 pmno_justiceIt doesn't take long, even for him, to gauge the general mood of the place.
I didn't do it.
I didn't do it.
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Jul. 16th, 2009 09:56 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy, having got permission to do so, leaves notes at the bar.
( Attn: Infirmary staff )
Once that's done, he settles in a booth with his sign up.
WALK-IN CLINIC
THE DOCTOR IS IN
( Attn: Infirmary staff )
Once that's done, he settles in a booth with his sign up.
WALK-IN CLINIC
THE DOCTOR IS IN
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Jul. 16th, 2009 10:59 pmlady-of-athens.livejournal.comOver on one of the couches? A goddess and her book.
In this case, Athena and a copy of Cormac McCarthy's The Road. As anyone who has read it before will attest, it is depressing as all Hell.
As such, she probably wouldn't mind some company to cheer her up.
(Or at least, recommend another book.)
In this case, Athena and a copy of Cormac McCarthy's The Road. As anyone who has read it before will attest, it is depressing as all Hell.
As such, she probably wouldn't mind some company to cheer her up.
(Or at least, recommend another book.)
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Jul. 16th, 2009 11:34 pmfiery_ringCarlotta is bored. And worried how she's going to explain that broken drainpipe at home.
She sits with a book on basic home repairs, trying to work out if she could conceivably fix it herself if her foot heals up before anyone notices it's broken. Probably not a good idea.
She sits with a book on basic home repairs, trying to work out if she could conceivably fix it herself if her foot heals up before anyone notices it's broken. Probably not a good idea.
Delivery for Ganymede
Jul. 16th, 2009 11:52 pmostro_gothLeft with the bar, to be given to Ganymede the next time her orders something:
- a tiny leather pouch, with a slim ring of brushed white gold, a small diamond set into the band itself so it won't catch on anthing
