Lurking

[whipped_weapon]

It's an ungodly hour in the morning, but there is a soft, persistent scritching sound.

Near-perfectly hidden in one of the booths, there is a quiet drowling with healing wounds all bandaged up. His brows are furrowed, and he's completely focused on his drawing.  The drow glyph for 'debt' is crudely scrawled at the very top of his parchment. He's got some color markers and a piece of parchment and is working very hard on sketching some portraits under the badly written glyph.

Given he's only 6, he's not very good at it. But hey, it's the thought that counts, right?

(OOC: technically, this really was supposed to occur the day after mini-Zak's last thread, so I'm millitiming it there, 'k?)

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[sunbaked_baker]

OOM: Pain and glory-
Hand in hand-
A sacrifice-
The highest price-
Like the poison in her arms-
Like a whisper she was gone.
-Apocalyptica's Hope Vol.2

(ooc: Warnings in second, third and forth links for blood and violence. Warnings in most for psychological augh. Spoiler warnings in all.)

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[detectiveada.livejournal.com]

There is a man with a crimson tie with a cream colored OU on it around his head. It is still in its perfect Windsor knot. Like some kind of weird bandanna, sweatband thing gone wrong. Totally wrong when you realize this man also has on a burnt orange t-shirt with a white longhorn outline on it. Everyone has heard that old bar saying you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here. Well Butch got that from Buffalo Wild Wings. He thought he was walking out to his car to call a cab and walks back in to a bar. This could work, no one here knows those damn, Sooners beat his Longhorns. Even if they did they are unlikely to rub it in.

“Today just keeps getting better.”

Sarcasm maybe implied. Come tell him his hair bow clashes his shirt. He may not notice...

 

[ooc: Messing with timelines just to put this post up I’ve no real idea where in canon he is, but this was too funny to resist]

Re-Entrance post

[sunbaked_baker]

As it does every so often, the bar door opened, and someone stepped in. As arrivals sometimes do, the person who walked in looked as though they hadn't expected to find a bar behind the door that previously had not led to a bar.

Sunshine simply stood there as the door closed behind her, looking out across the bar and its patrons. The noise washed over her in her quiet vantage place. It seemed like forever since she'd been there. Everything was the same as how she'd left it. Really, she wondered at herself, had she been expecting a major overhaul of it's appearance, a new color scheme, a new menu (how does one spice up a menu when you serve everything?), completely different patronage? She didn't know what she expected, just that she hadn't expected to see this place again. She was supposed to be dead.

But she wasn't. Instead, she was in a bar.


(ooc: Open to everyone, forever. Mun has RL bad situation and needs cheering up.)

Dry Happy Hour

[interrogoiterum]

"Alright," Renee says when the napkin appears. "But I'm not serving any alcohol, just so's you know."

That apparently, is enough for Bar and as she goes to sleep, the private investigator vaults over the bar and pauses by the specials board, deciding what to write.

 

Dry Happy Hour

Any soft drink or milkshake you can name
 

20% off for every question you answer.

OOM & EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar

[ikissdhimbck]

[OOM: Au revoir]


A cowgirl walks into the bar.

Blue eyes flash from corner to corner. She promised herself she wouldn't search, but she can't help herself. Everything is just the same: organized chaos, hundreds of things happening at once, and she finds herself not quite as prepared for it as she thought she was.

She's carrying a few bags, including a cat carrier. Her palms feel sweaty -- unstable -- but her eyes stay focused and sharp. Taking a deep breath, she walks up to the Bar.

"Hiya, Sugar. Long time no see. Would y'mind holdin' on to these for me?"

She sets all but one bag and the cat carrier on the Bar, and they disappear. Miss Bar greets Kate with a napkin and a glass of whiskey, and the woman smirks.

"Leave the bottle?"

She has some catching up to do.


[tiny mischievous tags: Moist von Lipwig, Finvarra]

[ooc: Very, very open! Feel free to tag in until it scrolls! :) Slowtimes throughout the evening possible, but mun will be around for several hours at least!]

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[stargypsy.livejournal.com]

Tali's set up at a large table right by the Window. It's covered in various small widgets, gewgaws and parts. Tali appears to be assembling these parts into high-powered flashlights: when she finishes one, she shakes it for a couple of minutes and then flips the switch to see if it works. If it does, it goes in a box at her feet.

Her most recent flashlight didn't pass the test. She's taking it apart to see if she put something in backwards, or if a part is defective.

Botherable.

First entrance

[i_got_vision]

Butch's singing (slightly off-key, but jovial) precedes him through the door tonight. He's in a damn fine mood, and the prospect of spending a few days in town after a job well-done just gives him one of those warm fuzzy feelings. It couldn't possibly be better.

"Well, his brain was so loaded it nearly exploded, the poor girl would shake with alarm--"

Except that this establishment isn't quite Fannie Porter's. It's bigger, for one thing, and the decor's all different, and the women seem to be wearing less--and the atmosphere's all wrong too.

Not that he minds that much. Hey, every place has potential.

Friendly, if a little lost.

[tiny tags: Butch Cassidy][open until whenever :)]

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[howling_laugh]

[Not quite OOM: Sam wants his brother back.

The Trickster wants him to learn a lesson.

Coyote just wants them both to go away and leave her alone.]



[OOC: Some dialogue taken from Supernatural 3.11, "Mystery Spot".]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is outside, with Alex. The kid has been trying to persuade him to get him a scooter, so they are test driving a blue one down the path.

So far, he has passed the tests of 1. Getting on the scooter and 2. Five metres without help. Perhaps there is hope yet.

They're currently attempting a three point turn without damaging the flower pots.