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[makesthings]

Sameth is awake, but not in the forge yet. Today he thinks he'll be able to finish the structural things for the cabinet and then he can work on the comb for Roshaun again.

He has a pot of tea and a good breakfast in front of him along with some sketches that he's working on as he eats.

For once in Bar, he's actually looking clean, his linen shirt and breeches aren't covered with soot or anything else just rather rumpled.

The one with the Chick

[pickyourmoments]

There's a familiar-looking man in the bar today. You might recognise him, but you'd be forgiven if you didn't. He's a little older, has a bit more facial hair than before and...

Wait. Is that a chicken?

Yep. Chandler's over by the fire, holding a small, yellow chick in his hands. A small, yellow chick that is also quite damp.

Cheep! Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!

"It's okay, baby," Chandler says quietly. "That's never gonna happen again. I promise."

Cheep! Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!


Just wait until he starts bringing the duck in...

[[ooc: I've been having problems with his headvoice lately. Like, he seems to have completely run out on me. So this is Chandler at the tail end of series 3. I've skipped a lot of stuff because I figured that maybe jumping ahead by a lot might help me find him again. Open forever.]]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[OOM: Ellen and Star Paladin Cross have found Vault 87.

There is a problem.]

Multipup Post!

[seigaku-no-neko.livejournal.com]

A young redhead in dark blue plaid pajamas walks into the bar.

"Oh, what, now this place is in my bathroom??"

Eiji thinks for a moment, then disappears back through his door before reentering mere moments later.

He'll just be sitting here on the couch, playing video games on his Nintendo DS. If he starts looking sleepy, someone might want to tell him he needs to go to bed.



Lore is in and out of the bar today. Every time he comes in, he sits at one of the corner tables, his eyes darting around and taking in his surroundings with something like agitation. He seems restless, and often disappears upstairs for hours at a time. But one might easily catch him while he is just sitting there.

Careful, though… He seems to be in a slightly bad mood.

…Though he might pretend he wasn't if you thought he was someone else.



Data will be in one the booths for an hour or so, once again attending to the needs of his fickle feline friend. Spot seems to be getting spoiled with the food that Bar provides him.

As always, Data is very botherable. Though he seems to be thinking about something, and might not notice you right away.



Rosalie slipped outside in the late afternoon when she thought no one was looking. It appears to be a bit sunny out, after all.

She had no idea there was a beach in Milliways.

She'll be there at sunset. She's taken off her sweater and is currently in a tank top, so hopefully no one will show up and notice that there's something odd about her… Namely, that she sparkles.

If someone did show up, though, she's not paying attention.

Tiny!tag: Kikumaru Eiji

[OOC: Subject to slowtime, but open to anyone, 'til it scrolls! Tag whoever you like, just let me know who. ^^ Oh, also, this may be the last chance to catch Data or Lore before they discover each other… maybe. I haven't decided yet. Feel free to mention to Data that someone who looks like him has been acting weird.]

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[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

Bella Swan is avoiding any acknowledgement of the upcoming holiday season back home, and is somewhat relieved when the door to Milliways presents itself as an alternative to all that good cheer. She trudges into Milliways, stopping only briefly at Bar to ask if any letters have been left for her. The flicker of hope is squashed back down again when no such letters are forthcoming.

DECEMBER

At least it still seems to be early autumn, here. No stores blaring obnoxious music at her. No one asking her what she's going to do over winter break. Just herself and several pages of Calculus review to slog through before she can call it a night.

[tinytag: jacob black]

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[cobbalstones.livejournal.com]

Phillipa is spread out at a table with several sheets of paper (some of which have designs on them already) and straightedges and very precise erasers, because she's doing homework. Which in this case, means designing a dreamscape to certain psychological specifications. At the moment, she seems to be shaping out a very zen sort of place, all smooth curves and little waterfalls and soothing colors.

Her tea's gone cold, though. That's sad.


Tiny Tag: Phillipa Cobb

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[interrogoiterum]

[OOM: Five Lessons in Blood: Lesson 2:1

I did not design this game. I did not name the stakes.
I just happen to like apples, and I am not afraid of snakes.]

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[killitwithfire]

Tonight, there's an Axel inna bar, sprawled all over his couch by the fire. There's a half-eaten bowl of curry sitting on his stomach, and an empty mug by the couch leg.

To all external appearances, he's currently dozing; maybe he actually is, maybe he isn't. Either way...

Happy Hour

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart doesn't mind when he gets the yellow napkin; on the contrary, he seems to have been planning his next bartending shift, for he quickly goes to get something from the kitchen, then puts up a specials board without long thought.

Special drinks!
MacAllan Apple Mac -- single malt whisky matured in calvados casks
The MacAbre -- the Discworld's finest whisky
1977 Oppenheimer Spätlese -- an exquisite white Rhine wine
Red Falernian -- the best wine from the heyday of the Roman Empire
Pink Irish Cider

Extra: fig and cinnamon spice muffins

Then, he leans behind the bar and waits for customers.-

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[shufti]

Shufti stopped at the office and let Vyvyan out before her shift today. With the explicit instruction that should he get arrested again, Very Bad Things would happen.

She then sits down at the bar for her shift, Security badge showing on her sweater, and a glass of orange juice.

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[sunbaked_baker]

OOM: Pain and glory-
Hand in hand-
A sacrifice-
The highest price-
Like the poison in her arms-

(ooc: Warnings in second, third and forth links for blood and violence.)