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[ohnoitsjools]

Shortly after this, Jools has found his way to the kitchen. He'll be learning to make a proper lunch today, and he's quite excited about it.

He's not been allowed in a kitchen for quite some time, but he's been assured that nothing bad will happen.

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[likesthecoat]

A very annoyed Ianto is mopping up the bar after the sprinkler incident. There are specials, of course. Neither rain nor sleet nor gloom or night--or in this case, careless cooks--will get in the way of Milliways Happy Hour!

Tonight's Specials
White Mess
Backfire
Smoked Martini
Is Paris Burning

COFFEE
any way you like it

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[thanksrainman]

The sprinkler incident seems to have upset quite a bit of people today.

He was over by the window, practising with a pack of cards.

Now he's over by the window, being angry and wet. And there are a bunch of soggy, wet playing cards stuck to the window. Because that's where Gus has been throwing them. Seriously, though. If he manages to find out who caused his impromptu shower today, he's likely to ring their neck.

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[hopeitsworthit]

[OOM-but-not: When is a door not a door? When it's open.]

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[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

There is a Pomona in a bar.

There is a Pomona on a couch in a bar.

There is a Pomona curled up on a couch with a mug of gods' milk (otherwise known as chocolate milk), watching the fishes swim around in the fire, in a bar.

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[forewarned_is]

[Out of Milliways: Tidings of comfort and joy.]

The front door opens on a hotel corridor. The woman standing with one hand on the doorknob looks to be far gone in a cold fury -- until she takes in the sight in front of her, and her expression changes to something like doubt.

Very slowly, she turns to look at the entire room: the fireplace with fish cheerfully swimming in the flames, the tables and booths and barstools seating a hodgepodge of fantastical beings and ordinary humans, and finally the Observation Window.

"Oh," Kali says flatly. "This place."



[Tinytag: Kali]

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

There is an elf, a very bright and merry elf, ensconced in one of the comfortable chairs by the fire, delicately stripping curls of dark wood off of a half-finished palm-sized carving with a silvery-bright blade.

That, along with a glass of fine Dorwinion, seems to him to be a good way to pass the evening.

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

Teja is in the forge again, working on large sheets of metal. He is singing along to the beat of his hammer, in a truly good mood -- for Teja, that is.

The doors are flung wide open, welcoming any customer, friend, or curious stranger.

The cats are playing outside in the sun, throwing around scraps of black and red fur that might have been a demon bunny before they caught up with it.

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[3nanashi]

In the last few weeks, the following events have occurred:

- Trowa turned 22 (by his best guess) or 24 (according to his official ID), on his arbitrarily chosen birthday;

- Cathy baked a cake which sank in the middle and had entirely too much cinnamon which clashed with the strawberry icing, but it failed to either burn or explode;

- Quatre visited for a few days;

- and Quatre went back home (in time for `Eid al-Fitr).

Trowa is now at Milliways, and out back.

It's a nice night. Just starting to turn chilly, but nice. It's easy to see the stars with the moon a crescent; Milliways is like Earth, that way.

Also, outdoors doesn't have all the damp cranky people that the main bar seems to have tonight.