2nd enterance -- first drink

[daylight-ina.livejournal.com]

Shori has gotten curious now so finally she sits at the Bar and leans forward slightly. She's yet to have her 'first free drink' so she considers the Bar a moment. Everyone she's seen order something has just told the Bar. She plans to try it out (though she can't imagine that drinking from a glass will be nearly as good as the real thing), so in a calm voice:

"Blood. Human."

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[necessary_child]

Answer to tonight's Cluedo game: Friendly Neighbourhood Lucifer, in a booth, with sushi.

Minimalist mun.

Come and get him!



Tiniest of all possible tags: Applegate, Nori Ashida

Sort-of-OOM

[oneman_onevote]

[In the Milliways Office, Havelock stops by to leave a message and ends having a productive kind of conversation.

It's always pleasant, meeting new people.]

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[hallelujahpilot]

[OoM: She went her unremembering way,
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings gone,
And partings yet to be.
- Francis Thompson]

Happy Hour

[pickyourmoments]

Chandler wasn't expecting to stop in Milliways today, but a surprise trip to the store room for printer paper makes him think that the universe has other plans for him today. Getting up to the bar, a napkin seems to confirm this suspicion. A few minutes later, he's behind the Bar, and the specials board is up.

SPECIALS

Rum and Coke
Vodka and Cranberry
Snowcones


And beer

Fake Tag: Chandler Bing

[[ Threadhopping encouraged! And slowtime for the night. I'll pick back up tomorrow when I'm not falling asleep on my keyboard. ]]

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[latino_menace]

It's one thing having your own island. It's quite another bothering to drive your boat to the nearest place with a shop and stocking the house up (obviously, he leaves this to Fiona most of the time). But when there's a magic bar in the closet, why the need to go anywhere at all? And seeing as he's here, he figures he might as well have a few drinks and see if there's anything interesting going on.

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[isaysimplewords]

[OOM: In which Cal makes an effort to help Chandler ignore Thanksgiving. Millitimed to directly after this.]

tinytag: chandler bing

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[good_dug]

Dug has got his collar back! As the entire bar probably noticed, given how inclined he is to bouncing around and commenting on everything. But having it back means that he can CONVERSATE with people again, which makes him a very, very happy Dug indeed. No more sadfaces!

Well, not on Dug. There are probably sadfaces on the faces of the Oompa-Loompas, given that a particular fuzzy bar patron appears to have discovered the lake, and the large tentacled thing which lives inside it, and the incredibly fun mud and sand at the lake's shore. And the water plants deep inside the lake. And the burrs inside the woods.

Altogether, the picture Dug presents is like that of a small, mobile dirt pile. The mud has dried, caking his fur an attractive light brown, and the occasional bits of lakeweed are draped over his back or tangled in his collar. His tail is one big mass of burrs, and his brown eyes peer out gleefully from a black mask of garden topsoil. Dug is one disgusting dog.

And oh boy, is he happy about it.

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[vance_prime]

Out of Milliways:

Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)

- Eminem, "Mosh"

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[fiery_ring]

Some determined individuals seem to have plaited Carlotta's hair into two fat plaits. The effect is like they exploded outwards, like tinsil.

Now that the amusement of her classmates has passed, she's struggling to get the tangled things undone, and there's some discreet spanish swearing going on under her breath.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

[ oom: "I really didn't mean to get either of us going." ]