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[river_meimei]

After this, there are several notes left with Bar. All are in River's handwriting, carefully written (and carefully scrutinized after) but with the lines a little uneven and wandering.

( For Havelock Vetinari and Nita Callahan )

( For Mel Fray, and for whoever else of Security next stops by Bar )

"Tell Mike," she says to Bar, seriously, as the notes vanish.

Then she slips away.

[Tiny-tag: tangentially related to A Gothic Winter Tale, I guess.]

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[doc_rusty]

There's a Super Scientist at one of the tables. Slumped over a stack of papers.

Asleep.

He might even be drooling slightly.

He was working on some new schematics, but he's quite botherable right now. If you can wake him, that is.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Ma'am," the AI in Ellen's armor said this morning when she went to put it on, "there's been a problem in sector 3. Critical system maintenance necessary before this unit is fit for field duty."

She'd thought that she'd been taking appropriate care of the suit, but apparently not. Le sigh.

There's a young grey-haired woman in a blue and gold '101' jumpsuit at one of the better-lit Bar tables now, with the disassembled pieces of a suit of T-45d U.S. Army prototype medic power armor spread out in front of her, wearily picking over the sea of vacuum tubes and ancient transistors and testing every single circuit as she goes.

Breakfast's gonna have to wait.

[Tinytag: Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]

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[ohnoitsjools]

Jools is at one of the tables. Well, technically, he's on the table, without his shoes. There's something up in the rafters that he wants, but whatever it is, it seems to be just out of his reach.

It's not long before he begins jumping to try to reach whatever it is that he wants, knocking several empty milkshake glasses to the floor.

Oh, dear.

Fake!Tag: Jools

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[aleister_author]

Tyler Darrow was looking for the kitchen. Which explains the robe and slippers. What he found was the bar.

"Smurfletot."

Based on what Bar provides that's 'I'm not awake yet' for coffee.

"Nafou."

Give the caffeine some time to work, but open for conversation otherwise.

(OOC: Open for tags while it's on the front or longer, slow times are guaranteed.)

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[evilontheloose]

And after a vacation in the tropics, we have a Jordan at the Bar, listening to music and reading on her notebook.

Yes, indeed she failed at getting a tan, but at least she did not end sunburned.

Oh, her black t-shirt reads Moloko Vellocet.

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[will_scarlett]

Will's been trying to figure out what they need in Sherwood but also what he can carry without drawing too much attention.

So he's at the Bar with a piece of paper in front of him though he hasn't written anything on it, since just because he knows how to write doesn't mean its ever going to be easy and natural for him.

Beside him there's a plate of fish and chips that he's idly eating and playing with the chips a bit. This shouldn't be so hard but all the options in Milliways make things trickier than the few things available in Nottingham.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate was feeling back to normal nowadays, and everything was gearing up for finals back home. There was also the holiday concert coming up, and so she was playing some pieces to practice on in a quiet corner of the bar. The bow drew smoothly over the strings as she played. The compositions were classical, some Baroque in styling. Though one piece sounded more medieval in style and rhythm.

She had her school bag near her with some music books and sheet music inside.

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[betagainstme]

Alice Cullen sits at the bar, her feet neatly tucked against the rails of her stool. She's looking at paperwork and photos of a villa...the villa her husband bought her a few weeks ago.

It's beautiful, even though it needs some work. The information on it had just come in yesterday so there was nothing she wanted to do more than to go over what all the house needed.

Come and chat. She won't bite.

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[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

[Pups who go down by the lake are welcome to join the birthday party for Mark Antony happening there. Given that this is Alexandria-era Antony and Cleopatra, it's probably best to keep it adult-pups only. In addition, since your humble host is both unwell and having to go to bed early, slowtime is not a matter of if but of when. But it'll be up through the weekend, so enjoy! ^_^ ]

Bartending

[scots_wolf]

"I'm to do what?" Urquhart asks when a napkin with writing in crayon comes up instead of the whiskey he ordered.

Another napkin is the answer.

"I won't poison anybody," Urquhart says, earnestly. "I only kill people I get paid for, and I don't like poison much, anyway."

Another napkin.

"Yes, I'll do it. No problem."

Urquhart has served in inns before when it was useful for a disguise, on a job. It's not very hard work, compared to other things Urquhart has done on jobs.

As the napkin told him to do, he write up a few specials on the board.

Scotch Whiskey

English Ale

French Cidre

Red Greek Wine

White Rhine Wine

Arabian Tea

He has all of these ready, too, at a good quality that he would quite enjoy himself. Urquhart's guess is that people from the future are used to the good stuff, so serving them some sort of peasant-quality swill is not on.

He pours himself the whiskey he originally had come for, leans on the bar, and waits whether anybody approaches.

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[noteful]

It's a very dressed up Meg who turns up at the end of the universe this evening, in a favorite long green dress, with her hair pinned up, and three-inch heels on.

And it's a Meg who's kind of grateful to have an excuse to find a comfortable chair, take those heels off for a few moments, put her feet up, order a cup of tea, and rest.

Company welcome.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy, having had time to calm down and compare notes with another victim, has been carefully composing his note to Security.

Unfortunately, when he gets downstairs, he notices that the man who wants to kill him is tending the bar.

He's sure he looks inherantly guilty, so he darts into a corner and hides, not daring to come out until the man's shift is over. Maybe it would be safer to find Security later.

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[k_in_black]

Agent K wasn't expecting an evening in Milliways tonight, but that doesn't mean he looks startled as he comes through the Door. No, he just shifts direction ever so slightly, turning from the vector that would have taken him to the weapons locker in MiB Armory Room 86-G7 to another one that now takes him to his favorite seat at the bar.

A bourbon is, of course, waiting for him by the time he gets there. K gives Bar an affectionate pat and figures now would be a good time to strip down his pulse blaster and give it a cleaning and polishing. Bar responds with a standard-issue MiB weapons care module, and the Man in Black gets to work.

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[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

Ugh. The way Demoman has been drunkenly going on about his new toys is enough to make Spy want to spend time with Heavy while he's cleaning Sasha.

Thankfully, the door to Milliways has shown up.

The RED flicks his spent cigarette butt aside (making a rat chitter angrily at him) before he heads to the bar. The masked man is utterly botherable.