First Entrance

[whipped_weapon]

The faint sound of chanting that is in the background has a frantic note to it and there is the scent of blood, sulfur and musty sickly-sweet incense that fades into nothingness when the sound dissipates. Somewhere out there, four priestesses assume that their offering was accepted; and a dark goddess assumes her traitorous prey is in the hands of a god of the dead who will stick him into a wall, to be used as a brick or some similar task.

They're all very wrong.

There is a drow, laid out on the floor of the bar, unconscious. He's fully clothed, armored in the way of his kind, pwiwafwi, hidden weapons and all. His two blades are scattered on the floor, both sheathed.

It takes him a few minutes to wake up and the first thing he does is to bring  his arm to cover his eyes and moan in pain. The lights of the Bar are blinding to eyes used to the dim faerie fire lights of Menzoberranzan and the darkness of the UnderDark.

It probably doesn't help that he has a horrible ache in his chest, and the last thing he remembers was his Matron as she ripped out his heart with a dagger.

"Vith. Is this the hells?"

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[parkerlee]

[OOM: Sometimes the long shot winds up being your best shot.]




Parker’s table is strewn with booklets, flyers, and pamphlets. An orientation packet, one might say. They bear such titles as:

Welcome to Coiner, Texas. Home of the Wildcats
Panhandle Travel
Wild Texas: Wildlife of the Northern Panhandle
Tornado Safety and You!

The one she is currently reading is the largest: Tumbling-A Ranch Employee Handbook.

This is stuff she’s going to need to know soon.


[OOC: Open all day. Work may call for slowtime.]

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[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy is a fairly easy person to please; her Samson running fine, a nice glass of whiskey, and sketchpads and pencils sold at prices that won't put her into debt, and she's a happy woman.

So, one off-duty pilot in the bar, at a table, drawing.

She may or may not be drawing from life.

(she also may or may not being humming as she works.)

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[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

[ooc Note: Kida here is going through a partial reboot. For all intents and purposes int he bar it'll be like she was never here before now.]

There is a small girl--very small, only about six on the top end of things--who comes stumbling in from the doorway, leaving tiny wet footprints in her wake before she stops suddenly. This was not where she expected to end up, and more than that Kida has never seen anything like this before. They certainly don't exist int he parts of Atlantis she's been around.

For a moment she only looks around, staring at the strange architechture. Someone want to help?

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[hoopsonfire]

The door opens just as the sun dips below the horizon in Milliways, letting the vampire in: the fledgling is wearing a minidress in the usual dark color with the proper accessories, and is carrying a rather (for her frame) backpack.

The Fledgling's expression changes enough to indicate her surprise at Milliways interrupting whatever she was planning, but returns to neutral once more as she makes her way to the counter.

Why not, after all? Santa Monica will not disappear if she takes her time in the End of the Universe.

Happy Hour

[tobeclosetohim]

"So long as you aren't handling the drinks we should be golden."

Or, you know, not. Jo'll find out sooner or later.
She doesn't look concerned about her ten-year-old cotender.

Today's Specials

Fallen Angel
The Party Girl
Charlie's Angel(s)

Beside them is a wide mouthed glass jar.
It reads: $1 for every swear word

"Alright, now you can do it."



Anna takes a deep breath, and then announces using her very best actress projecting voice, "It's Happy Hour! Everyone come be happy. Oh, and have something to drink."




[ And now we slowtime! This has been amazing and we will finish threads as we can. Thank you everyone.]

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[smallestopener]

OOM - Millitimed to the weekend after April Fool's Day, during the Time of the Body Swap:

Mary-in-Ingress' body runs the gauntlet of hugs in the House of Arch as Ingress-in-Mary's body watches on longingly. Maybe Tom and Door aren't so bad after all.

Once Mary and Ingress return to normal, Ingress has a lot of thinking to do. Mary's mind is made up, and she advises Ingress accordingly.

A week or so later in the House of Arch, Ingress goes to Tom to negotiate a matter of great importance.

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[laundry-buddy.livejournal.com]

So... here's Billy.

He's over in a corner, slouched down in one of his favorite sweatshirts. He's looking down at a small, handheld device and pressing buttons busily. Every so often, he sighs loudly, takes a dramatic drink of the lemonade on the table, then goes back to pushing buttons.

He's probably approachable. Come say hi.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Guppy and his family play the school waiting list game.]

Guppy is outside, trying to teach his toddler to play football.

He gently kicks the squishy ball over. Alex stares at it for a moment, then pokes it with one finger. It doesn't go anywhere.

Perhaps another player to demonstrate with might be helpful?