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[fairytaleknight]

[OOM: What is a duck doing in Fakir's locker?

Most of the dialogue and activity in this post comes from Princess Tutu episode 8, Fantasie-Ouverture of Romeo and Juliet.]

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[gavin62truck]

The truck pulled into the house and Tommy climbed out. No sooner did his boots touch the floor did Chief Riley come storming past him.

"Gavin!"

"Yeah, Chief?" said Tommy, spinning around.

"Kitchen!" Riley was already halfway across the room.

"Okay, but can I just-?"

"No, now, Gavin!" Without turning to look at Tommy he barged through the door and disappeared.

Stunned into silence, the rest of the crew eyed Tommy with sympathy. Lou came up to him and clapped his shoulder.

"I'll buy you one of those inflatable donuts to sit on," he said.

Tommy pulled a quizzical face. "Uh...why?"

"Y'know, for when he rips you a new one," he replied with heartfelt sincerity, and left Tommy to go face Riley alone.

With a groaning sigh, Tommy, still clad in his bunker gear, marched toward the kitchen door and an impending reaming--


--except he finds Milliways on the other side of the door instead of a very angry chief.

"Damn, that's great timing."


[tiny tag: Tommy Gavin]

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[laundry-buddy.livejournal.com]

In the doorway stands a tall silhouette, almost invisible in his dark costume and goggles.

Then he smiles.

So... Dr. Horrible is back, looking quite pleased with himself as he moves (trusted notebook in hand) towards the bar.

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[ikissdhimbck]

Kate settles herself at a table with a good vantage point of the bar, sipping at a cup of hot coffee. She's been somewhat edgy over the last several days, but the note Bar presented her with this morning eases her conscience somewhat.

She's keeping an eye open for a few people -- in particular, a few outlaws and a certain forge god -- which might explain the serious expression on her face. But, she fully intends to set up camp at her table for the day until she catches sight of one.

So. One mightily botherable outlaw in a Bar, looking for a good distraction from that note.



ooc: Will be around all day, with only one slowtime notice for around 7pm EST, but then I'll be around all night after that, so tag in whenever! Open, open, open until it scrolls off the front page!

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[ever_lovin]

Ben shuffles into the bar this morning looking like death worked him over. His tuxedo is rumbled badly and he doesn't look like he's slept since last night. When he gets to the bar he says, "Give me an Atlantean and leave the bottle."

Feel free to say hi to the biggest chump in the marvel universe, just don't expect dazzling conversation.

[Tiny ever lovin tag: Ben Grimm, Val von Doom]
[[Warning for foolish self inflicted woe and spoilers for F4 #569. Open until Val von Doom tags in. Open but any further tags will happen before Val's tags because of magic.]]

It's been a while.

[autocommander.livejournal.com]

But now he's gotten the chance to come in. The backwards-THX noise comes from the door as he walks in, and heads to the bar.

"The usual, please." A glass of brown liquid appears in front of him. He takes it up and raises it to the Bar, then takes a sip.

"To paperwork." Then he finds a chair - one that seems very heavy and sturdy - and pretty much falls into it. Not a drop of the Bushmill's is spilled, however.

Optimus Prime is so botherable it's not even funny. Come. Greet. Say hello. Distract him from the amount of paperwork he's trying to avoid.

[tinytag: Donovan Reece]

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[had-a-sister.livejournal.com]

There is an odd sight out by the lake.

A somewhat bedraggled girl dressed in clothing too warm for the season (deerskin pants and a wool sweater) is by the water's edge, dragging a perfectly good cooler over rocks and dirt, pausing occasionally to kick it with thick boots.

Why is she doing that?





[tiny tag: Liza]

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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

The Charlie that walks in today looks drastically different from any other time he's been in. He looks young, but not...illegally so. And with a satisfied smirk he heads towards the bar, snags a glass of coffee liqeur with ice, and settles into a chair to watch whoever's here.

He'd been expecting a bar, so it doesn't surprise him to find this one.

Today should be interesting.

[ooc: one-time timeline slip; this Charlie is nineteen and will not remember anything that happens in threads to this post. open till saturday, or till it scrolls.]

Bartending!

[antishinra]

Happy Hour
Tell the bartender what your most heroic moment was and drink at half price!

Maybe it's not everyday people try to save a whole world, but Tifa still thinks most people have had their shining moments. Taking her place behind the bar, she ties an apron around her waist.

"Does anybody need a drink?"


[Happy Hour is now closed, as advertised. I'll pick up threads-in-progress asap!]

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[the_old_bean]

Someone has taken over the piano this evening.

Said someone is playing his piece with verve and enthusiasm.

Which, he believes, is all that really matters.

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[justasaleswoman]

Another day, another black dress, another brunette wearing the black dress . . .

. . . but the same Verity inside.

She's not likely to admit it, but a break and a drink sound damn good tonight.

She settles into a just slightly out-of-the-way chair and watches the bar with cool hazel eyes.

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[time_dancer]

After taking care of her Uncle Ben, Val returns to the bar to get her dinner, vegan sushi tonight, and to try to process how adults deal with emotional upset. She's not getting something or her Uncle Ben's coping mechanisms are seriously lacking.

Careful, she maybe staring at you, trying to understand.

[Tiny tags of von Doom: Val von Doom.]

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[latino_menace]

Millitimed to last night; he is dumb and knows it. But it doesn't matter.

Ramon enters the bar from the front door, looking as happy as a man can be. He has no intention of staying down here where some asshole will no doubt drag him down, but he remembers he does need to leave a note.

( Doc, or anyone else who works at the stables )

He figures that sort of thing is what the stable staff get paid for. And that chore done, he gets some Chinese from Bar, along with some alcohol, and heads upstairs.

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[no-saber.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Life for Padawans is hard)

The front door opens, and one teenaged twi'lek crawls through.

Yes, you read that right. There's even bits of leaves and dirt on her cloak.

And now she's sitting on the floor blinking, confused.

Today sucks.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Having got back safely with the help of Will and Atton the other day, a couple more days have passed for Guppy; time springing back into place as such.

He comes in leading his young son carefully by the hand; the little boy takes slow and tentative steps forward. It's very slow progress, but they're definitely steps.

They get about half way to the bar when Alex decides this is Hard Work and just sits on the floor. Guppy grins and scoops him up, taking him over to the bar.

Proud father highly likely to buy drinks, if you go over.

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[untiedtheknots]

A basket of onion rings, a beer, a spiral notebook, and an ancient Latin text.

One of these things is less like the others.

Artemis is sprawled in a booth with all four.


[ooc: and the mun needs sleep! but the post is open until it scrolls and slowtime is love!]