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[fleecy-seeker.livejournal.com]

"Can I get a plate of cheese enchiladas and about six peanut butter sandwiches wrapped up to go? Just the sandwiches, I'll eat the enchiladas here," Grover asks Bar in a calm voice.

Wait, Grover calm? Something has to be up.

[Tiny Fleecy Tag: Grover Underwood]

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[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Taking advantage of a quiet evening. ]


[ warning for adult situations ]

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[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back ]

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[latino_menace]

OOM: And all the while I was dreaming of revelry...

A very Pirate-Ninja baby shower. And, er, Happy Hour!

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth doesn't know what to expect from her first baby shower and is, in fact, rather apprehensive when she arrives in the bar this evening. Not that she would let reticence keep her away however, and once the door is shut and she's had a chance to look around she is too busy taking in the decorations to concern herself with how strange the idea still seems.

Mike has outdone himself. He's gone and turned what was once merely a watering hole at the end of the universe into an intergalactic tiki bar. Each of the free standing tables has been decorated as its own private island by way of blue table clothes and cray paper palm trees. Some even have palm-sized plastic fish hanging from the hem like fringe. Booths are done up like various mainland ports of call with salt and pepper shakers in the shapes of ships and barges. And as if there wasn't enough in the way of horizontal surfaces to decorate, Mike brought in two full length tables to serve as anchors for the buffet and gift station. After all, what's a baby shower if not an opportunity to wheedle presents from those nearest and dearest to your heart. Just... ignore any passing resemblance these tables have to The Flying Dutchman and The Black Pearl. Along the floor are lines marking distances in latitude and longitude, with large red Xs denoting the various important features of decoration.

Though... strangely absent from this Pirate Ninja themed baby shower are... well, the ninjas. One might have to look close indeed to find them, but there are inch tall ninjas hiding in every nook, cranny, and shadow of the decorations. Just waiting for any opportunity to flip out of a palm tree, streamer, or egg salad sandwich and steal your life.

Glancing down a the large 'X' upon which she's currently standing, Elizabeth stiffens when someone -- a brave someone, she presumes -- removes her hat and slaps another on her head. It feels vaguely... conical.

"Arrrrrr. Permission to come aboard?" says Mike in one ear. Then, moving to her other side, "Permission granted!" With that, he prods her toward a very proud Bar, whose finish fairly beams with it (though please don't go asking her for drinks during her party).


[OOC: Welcome to the first ever Milliways Baby Shower/Happy Hour! Come one, come all, come in pirate or ninja costume... yeah, the invite on the noticeboard probably put that out there as an agreeable option. We are running this as a traditional party post, so there will be several comment sub-threads ASAP: Introductions/Reactions/Arrivals, Drinks & Food, EVIL KARAOKE MACHINE, Presents (to be evenly distributed among all expectant parents, if not expressly labeled for certain people), and dancing... to the evil karaoke machine? Who knows! Go crazy. :D

Pauses likely on our ends for commuting and food, but... thread hop away and party on!]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways:

Just occasionally, Wasteland raiders have a lick of sense.]

The door opens on a dank and horrible-smelling scene. A glimpse of huge machines and splattered green goo may be had by the quick of eye as an armored figure and a black and grey dog dart through. The armored person staggers over to the nearest table and deposits a horse's head- relax, it's made of metal- before kicking the door shut behind them. A few heartbeats later the figure remembers to take off its helmet. "Okay," Ellen says, still wide-eyed and panting, "that was a little too close for my liking..."

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[midlands-hero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Richard willing spends, and thoroughly enjoys, a night in the care of Mistress Denna.]

[Warnings for adult pain and pleasure.]

Tiny Midlands'Tags: Mistress Denna & Richard Rahl

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[fanofthegenre]

There's a Beckett in the bar.

Only thing is, this one isn't carrying a gun - or a badge. In fact, she's not even going by the title of Detective yet, and as far as names go? You can just call her Kate.

This Beckett (Katherine, Kate - hell, even Katie at times) has never been in the bar.

And it shows.

" - whoa."


[ ooc: yes, we are dealing with a bb!Beckett. tag if you wish; open until her next. ]


[ tiny young!tag: rick castle ]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the fireside, with all three cats draped over him.

It seems they are happy to have him back.

Teja has been looking for suspects for his own murder, but there is none to be found. One especially suspicious suspect is suspiciously absent altogether.

Teja strokes his cats, and broods.

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[onceareaper.livejournal.com]

He is wickedly handsome and charmingly witty... or perhaps that is the other way around. Either way, he is a force to be reckoned with and a pedigreed thief of the hearts of ladies hither and yon.

This all might be a lie.

He is certainly giving the front door very dark glances as he sits (sprawls) at the bar, his hands cupped around a warming cup of tea.

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[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Life here at the bar is very different from Ichigo's normal life back home. There's no crazy family to deal with, no school to bore him and no Hollows to kill. His sword gathers dust in his room and half the time he forgets he's a spirit. His usual pastimes (training, killing Hollows and studying) have all been taken from him and replaced with a fat lot of nothing. In short, Ichigo has a lot of time on his hands and not much to do. A trip to the gym, followed by a stop off at the library, and Ichigo finds himself back where he does every day: the bar.

"Water and a sandwich," he says, laying his book down on the bartop. "Thanks."

With a weary sigh, Ichigo looks around for a familiar face, finds none, and flips open his new book. Another exciting day Bound in Milliways.