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[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

YT has her computer on the table in front of her. She's not doing any fancy 3D Metaverse stuff with it at the moment. One can write one's undergraduate thesis ("The Myth of the Rational Man: Human Psychology and Economic Decision Making") on a word processor program in a virtual environment, but there's really no point in doing so unless you want to show off how much of a geek you are.

She's been staring at the screen for better than two hours now and could probably use a break, whether she's willing to admit it or not.

Well it's that time again... wait, what?

[command_dot_com]

Well, today Dot came in to pick up Mairi's snacks to be digitized. The toddler has all the appetite of her daddy, and User-food that has been converted lasts just a little longer. And she just got the tab recall notice.

That's the part where she pays in an instant and nothing more is regarded to HER tab thank you very much.

The other part is in picking up the box of snacks to leave that she gets an idea. With a piece of paper and a marker from Bar, she begins writing up a notice for the community board in a neat printout script.

COMMISSION WANTED: WILL PAY SOME OF YOUR TAB, OR IN CURRENCY OF CHOICE
Seeking to commission gift for friend. Item creation skills a must, magic-related skills are a plus.

Will discuss with possible artisians by fire, will provide snacks, look for the lady with green skin. Bring examples of handiwork.

Once that is posted to the notice board, she'll take the snacks up to be converted and leave them in her room. Once back down, it's a lady lounging by the fire, a big cold pitcher of Ray's greenstuff with several empty glasses nearby, and a large order of fried paradoxes. Just waiting to see who shows up on the first night.

Multi-Pup Post

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo comes down to the Bar to find a check waiting for him.  Only this check is one he owes, not one being paid to him.

The look on his face when he sees the amount due is probably priceless.  For everything else, however, there is not a credit card for him to use.


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Dooku has a much more muted reaction when he gets downstairs.  He has private family accounts hidden who-knows-where that give him resources to draw on.  Still, there's a more-than-slightly irritated look on his face at the cost of this place.

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(OOC: Fett would be in for this, but he's tied up plot-wise.  Rest assured, he'll get his bill soon enough.)

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[blowupthefloats]

Before starting his shift tonight, John Munch pauses to read the memo that appears on the bar top as he slides behind the bar.

"Ah, good to know," he comments. "Say, why don't you deposit my wages into the Joe Manco and the children's funds? I'm set all right back home."

A message of assent appears at the bottom of the memo and Munch grins, patting the wood.

"Thanks. Now take it easy for a couple hours." That said, he turns and begins writing on the Specials Board:

Tonight's Specials
Quarter Deck Cocktail
Five Dollar Shake
Million Dollar Cocktail

The bar is open, and John is ready to serve.

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[no-saber.livejournal.com]

Usually her door re-appears within hours of her entering, and Laranth can go on about her day. Whether than includes meditation in a temple garden or attempting nearly impossible rescues on horrible planets is usually... well.

Things happen.

But this time it hasn't, and so...

She's left a little at loose ends.

Thus, out back, there is one padawan working through the basic forms of Shii-Cho, because there's something relaxing about going back to the basics.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[OOM.]

Guppy has a big stack of paperwork to get through. No point in putting his clinic sign up today; half the bar has a sign of some sort up. He's a bit of a soft touch if anyone wants to try and extract money off him though.

He flicks through one of the brochures on his table, then looks around for company, or friends that might need help with their tabs.

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[hawkeyed_riza]

[OOM: Just after this, Hawkeye tests a theory.]

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[noscaredkid.livejournal.com]

Jack, like a good many patrons of Milliways, is currently scrambling for a way to pay off her sizeable tab. She's tried stealing (Security didn't like that), she's tried finding work (not a lot of the jobs being offered involve beating things to death), and she's tried just plain haggling her way out of her debt (you can imagine how well that worked). None of these turned a profit, and none of them helped her.

Then, very recently, a certain talking dog (Dug) offered his services to Jack in order to make up for...something. He's not sure what, but he knows Jack was angry at him, and now she's not, so it's okay! After a few attempts at training him to fetch wallets, and after a few hours of trying to figure out a way to make rock-guarding profitable, Jack finally hit on an idea that's sure to get her some cash.

"Dog for sale!"

Young woman and dopey dog are both seated at a table, one of them on a chair and the other on the floor. A small sign is sitting on the table, Jack's messy handwriting (more or less) displaying the following message:

Dog For Sale! Unique, once-in-a-lifetime chance to own a talking dog! Very intelligent, loyal companion, makes a great guard-dog! Only one of his kind, get yours while supplies last!

A similar sign has been hung around Dug's neck, though he seems blissfully unaware of Jack's intentions. This may be because he doesn't understand, or just because he's chewing on his octoplushie.

[Tinytag: Jack (Subject Zero), Dug]

[OOC: Two muns, two pups, tag away! We accept cash, check and Visa/Mastercard And both muns are for sleep now, but slowtimes are awesome and new tags are super welcome!]