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[sidhe_king]

There is a faerie in the bar; while this is not at all unusual for Milliways standards, this one isn't often seen with daisy chains around a wrist and an ankle, systematically destroying several dozen white daisies, dropping the petals off to the sides of his perch on one of the rafter beams above the bar tables.

As he singsongs through the motions, a few petals may float down on you. Feel free to throw them back, however far may that get you.


[tiny fae tag: Finvarra]

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[doesntsaymuch]

[OOM: Going out of business. Everything MUST go.]

Today, Teller is in a booth by the window. He's got some of that Paradox stuff and is going through paper from about three different notebooks. There are some pages that are stapled together, and others with odd drawings on, but none of them probably make a whole lot of sense.

Right now, he's trying to figure out which routines would work well with one another. So far, it seems like the answer is "hardly any at all."

Fake Tags: Teller

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[dark_dancer]

For the first time since her injury, Cata is out at the firing range.
She has her rifle, and she's taking things very slowly - her shoulder still isn't entirely up to where it normally is, and she's having to stop quite often. But it's good to be practicing again, despite that.

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[a1enzo]

There's an aura of testosterone outside today with at least a thirty-yard radius. Its epicentre is whaling on the punching bag like he has a personal grudge against it—not just punching, either, but attacking with feet and elbows and occasionally his head.

It's not exactly anger, or not entirely anger. Less than he felt a week ago, certainly. It's more that there's so much of everything washing around in him right now that something has to come out.

On a related but less turbulent note, there's a barely perceptible darker shade of green on his upper lip.

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[makesthings]

Sameth has a number of interesting projects that he's working on, which are keeping him busy in the forge. He's finally decided on a design for the penguins that he likes and he's finishing up the molds so he can cast them. While at the same time, he's doing the early work on the hair comb for Roshaun and enjoying the delicacy of the design.

All this work means that the fire in the forge is burning quite hot and the door is open and welcoming. The days are getting chillier, but its hard to tell inside the warmth of the forge. So far he hasn't been using the Charter for more than controlling the fire and a some delicate pieces, but Marks hang gold in the air just at the corner of sight. Later in the evening, he'll stop and rest before heading towards the Bar.

(OOC: If your pup needs something at the forge, this a forge post along with being an EP for Sameth. Mun has class for a few hours this evening, but this is open until it scrolls.)

Chicken in the bar

[fowl_beast]

Sort of a rare occasion.

Instead of collecting today's apples and heading home right away, Evil Chicken and his Providor bot are at a table, relaxing and having a bit to eat. Well no, the bot isn't, she is just watching the abnormally large rooster eat.

To anyone unfamiliar with them, it will just look like a woman letting her pet rooster get fat on fried paradoxes.

Ho hum.

Fake Tag: Evil Chicken

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny comes down the stairs preparing to get her dinner. When she looks over the door is there. After a quick dash upstairs she gets her bag and broom and the door is still there. She then smiles as she sits at the bar and orders a coke. She’s ready to go home, she’ll be back for sure but for now she’s ready to go home. Anyone and everyone is welcome to come over she’s in a drink buying mood.

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[acts_of_gord]

OOM: After a long trip- like the one from White Forest to Rowlesburg- it's good to catch up with family.

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[sees_them_too]

When Bar presents Luna with a message on a napkin, she reads it with interest, nods, and replies, “Why, yes. I believe I can do that.”

A few moments later she’s behind the bar, a bright blue apron tied over her school uniform. She’s using colored chalk to draw an elaborate border around a board announcing:


Specials
Tea
Pumpkin Juice
Butterbeer

A free cookie if you answer the riddle:
I am as light as a feather, but the strongest man can’t hold me for more than a minute.
What am I?


One tap of her wand and the border begins flashing like Muggle Christmas lights, the colors chasing themselves around in a never-ending circle. Luna looks out over Milliways.

“Happy Hour is open.”


[OOC: Open until @11:00 PM.....And now heading bedward! I'll be happy to pick up slowtimes tomorrow.)

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[guppy_sandhu]

In a prominent place in the room is a circle of chairs, and a big sign, decorated in sparkly markers.

WORRIED ABOUT PROBLEMS HERE OR AT HOME?
NEW AND CONFUSED?
WANT TO MEET NEW PEOPLE?
WANT FREE FOOD?

LIFE SUPPORT! OPEN TO ALL

The sign is decorated with potato print stamped green stars (some of them a bit smudgy), and some small accidental hand prints.

On the table itself are plates of jammie dodgers, party ring biscuits, chocolate muffins and a selection of teas and coffees.

[ooc: Like it says on the tin, open to all :). Threadhopping encouraged. All tags will be picked up by at least one LS team member.
Tinytag: Connor (Freakangels)]

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[iambetadraconis]

There's a Rabastan sitting at a large table, when several small birthday cakes appear out of nowhere that, when arranged together, spell out "HAP Y 42ND! :D!"



...because Rabastan has already started on the other "P".