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[mnt_donnie]

*DING*

That was the sound of the elevator that isn't always there opening its doors to the bar.

The...person who steps out is short and kind of funny shaped, but that might be all the protective clothing. Heavy leather apron, full helmet, thick gloves, the whole shebang.

Wait, he's got green feet. Never mind, definitely a weirdo.

Donatello juggles his welding gear to one hand so he can flip his face mask up and look at the bar with no obstruction. He carefully steps all the way onto the floor so the elevator doors can close behind him.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's going back to her world today, now that she's lined everything up with Moon Shadow and Annabelle. They won't be coming with her just yet, though. Once she and her newest companion get closer to Fort Bannister she'll find a door and let them through. It's a formula that's worked pretty well for her before, and it should work okay now.

She's still a little nervous about basically going to war against an entire mercenary company, though, so if anyone's looking for her she and Dogmeat are out back. Dogmeat is chasing demon rabbits and mostly just getting mad when they flame at him. Ellen's practicing with the plasma rifle at the target range.

It's always kind of weird when one of the hits turns her target into a puddle of green goo. She'd like to know what triggers that effect, and what just slags a hole through the target instead.

Meanwhile, in Gotham...

[raptorcanaria]

[OOM: A Conversation]

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[hadyougoing]

Never let it be said that Ava Wilson forgets her manners.

There is a note at the bar for ( Angel )

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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede is in the bar, with a very large basket of blood oranges on the floor beside where he's laid out on one of the couches and a bowl to put the pith and seeds in, beside the larger one he's using to hold the usable parts of the fruit. He's fairly efficient with the knife that's being used to take the segments apart, handling it easily in either hand as he skins the edible peel away from the pith.

Consequently, the area around him--and the godling himself--are going to smell like blood oranges for a while. You're welcome to interrupt, or ask what in the world he's doing with that much citrus.

The One With Die Hard

[pickyourmoments]

[OOM: Immediately following this, Demeter tries to calm Chandler down.]

Fake!Tag: Chandler Bing

Happy Hour

[ubertracker.livejournal.com]

Diego makes the mistake of wandering behind the bar in search of a bowl of warm milk, right as Bar is getting ready for her daily 'nap'. A handful of cocktail napkins scatter to the floor and the large cat stares quizzically at the drawings that appear.

"...you want me to do what?"



Specials

MILK.
Meat. (raw)



"I can't put babies on the menu?"

No, Diego. You cannot put babies on the menu.

"What about sloths?"

Or sloths.




[OOC: Happy hour open for new tags until at least 10PM EST. Possibly later. Enjoy!]

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[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

[Due to the magic of Millitime- and lots of it- we're pretending that these two conversations happened really relatively recently.]

For narrative purposes, it is rather late at night- late enough that normally Wellard would be upstairs in his room, asleep.

If that were the case now, this would be a rather short and pointless EP.

But Wellard is not upstairs, and certainly not asleep. Instead, he's in a booth, somewhere out of the way, but near enough to anyone else that the chatter of conversation is constant and reassuring. Reassuring, in that there are other people about-

And that he's in the Bar and the End of the Universe, with a cup of tea in hand, and not where his nightmare had placed him in, half an hour before.

(The recent 'conversation' with Blodwen, wherein the Locker came up, certainly didn't help. Nor did the 'discussion' with Finn after that.)

Though, it is far from the first memory-triggered dream about the Locker that Wellard has had, and it more than likely won't be the last. He will be fine-

But, for the moment, Wellard will sit where the voices of other people can reassure him of the fact that he is not alone.




((A rather late EP for me, but I had to toss him in. Slowtime will more than likely apply, and I'll accept tags well into tommorrow!))

[tags: Catherine Bloom, Aphrodite]