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[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle hasn't been in the Bar much lately. There are reasons for that. There was an anniversary of a death not too very long ago, a death she feels responsible for.

It's been more than 10 years since Thomas was murdered, but it's felt closer recently.

Annabelle is sipping coffee and working idly on a crossword. It's not good to spend too much time alone, you see. Company would be much appreciated.

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[acts_of_gord]

There is a man who sounds like Chuck Yeager running around the White Forest base pressing former City 08 residents into service to ... do something with the local pine trees. Gordon's not entirely clear on exactly what they're doing, except that it's on Alyx's authority, so he's staying out of their way. He's been busy anyway; there were railroad nexii in need of sabotage, and supply runs to make, and surveys of the next round of targets- all kinds of things. That's enough for anybody right now, thank you very much.

He'll ask what the deal is with the tree people later. Right now he's got suit maintenance to do- the HEV suit is mostly self-repairing but there was a lot of shrapnel yesterday, and some systems went down in the process. Fortunately there's a table big enough to work on. There's always a big enough table here. Milliways is like that.

Bartending

[likesthecoat]

Ianto is a few minutes early for his shift: there's a conversation he needs to have first.

"Bar, could you put my wages here to the Joe Manco fund? Torchwood pays well and I don't really need the money ..."

The bar assents: she can.

"And if there's anybody who doesn't qualify for that but still could use a little help with their tab, I wouldn't mind helping them out, too."

Pause.

"At your discretion."

Well, that may be a bit trickier.

Today's Specials
Latte Martini
Billionaire's Margarita
Cuppa Joe Martini

COFFEE
any way you like it

Teaboy at the bar, ready to serve.

[ooc: tinytag: Vyvyan]

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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah had been meaning to ask for more help in the garden, but it had hardly occured to her that she needed it - being happy to do everything that needed done as her hobby rather than something to worry about. She has had a tendency to treat it as her personal pet project.

On having seen the tabs being recalled, though she figures she could take on spring recruits to help out with that.

So, on the noticeboard:

Garden staff hiring
Need to pay off your bar tab?
Looking for work outdoors?

Help in the Milliways garden!
  All levels of experience welcome, talk to Dinah Lance.

Dinah herself makes her way to a table, armed with a basket of fresh flowers and a waiting collection of stem vases. The bar needs more flowers.

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[themidnightson]

Before he could ask for a book, a bill appeared. A long one, detailing back a year's worth of things that could never be forgotten even while a good half of them were only props. Edward dug into his back pocket for a thin black leather fold.

He opened it and carefully laid a silver card on top of it.

"Put all of the tab's for my family and Bella on it, as well."




[OOC: Here until six-thirty, then back around nine. Open until the next one.]

Bar Tab.

[realmrsreynolds]

There is a Barman on duty.

Sort of.

Duty, here, is more defined as Sallie chewing on a pencap while staring at one of the monstrosities that passes for accounting books in the bar at the end of the 'verse.

At one point, she takes a red marker from her pocket, uncaps it with a flourish, and scrawls a large THIS DOESN'T EVEN COMPUTE across the top of the page.

Can someone convert dollars to platinum to Spice for her? Sallie's a little lost.

[ooc: i am going to fall over into bed after i go take a benedryl. if anyone needs me, i'll be around daytime tomorrow or leave me a note!]

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[vyvyan]

"YOU BUM BAG!"

Vyvyan has just seen the extent of his tab.

"Ah've 'ardly eaten anything!" He complains to Bar. "How can I owe you seven hundred quid? Even if I sell everything Neil owes I can't pay that!"

Bar presents him with an itemised bill for all the stage props he's been provided with in order to prevent him breaking any real furniture or people. He stares at it.

"I knew I shouldn't have had that vase-throwing competition with SPG. Right. This calls for some extreme action."

He gets a piece of cardboard and a big pen, and writes on it.


'Will do absalutely anything for money.

(Especially sex!)'

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

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[ostro_goth]

There is a new notice on the notice board:

Urquhart of Monadhliath has been once more arrested. You may visit him in the cells if you wish to.-

TTT