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[beatoftheworld]

Jacob sits, motionless, in the bar, staring at the Observation Window. He doesn't know it, of course, but it's kind of remarkable that he hasn't moved his gaze in hours, not even tilted his head.

He's been listening to the sounds the bar makes, the footsteps on wood planks--identifying what kind of shoes people wear--and barely cracking an almost smile at the way they so easily fall into the rhythm. He's been counting.

[tiny tag: Jacob]

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[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Travis has different methods for dealing with different siblings.]

Fake Tag: Travis Martin

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[diced_tartan]

Nicholas hadn't intended on coming here today, and he's not sure how much he appreciates showing up at all.

There probably isn't much he can do about it, he realises, that wouldn't just wind up putting him back in the same situation that got him pissed off at Travis in the first place.

Instead, he goes up to the Bar and gets a newspaper, a biro, and a glass of red. He's a little too upset to properly focus on the crossword right now, but at least it'll be waiting for him once he's calmed down a bit.

Fake Tags: Rachel, Travis Martin

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[theresnodoor]

Fashion magazines haven't been all that engaging in a long time. Novels haven't held much pull. National Geographic is only interesting until she finds something she could have disproved for them within the first two minutes of a morph.

With her exercise for the morning finished, Rachel's trying a new tactic for relaxing and maybe even enjoying the bar.

Curled up in an armchair by the fire with, of all things, a hunting magazine, Rachel frowns at almost every word. At the same time, she's wondering why they never bothered exploring this angle. It could have come in handy.




[OOC: You know how you sometimes write a tag that could double as a nice EP but you don't realize it until it's already sent and tagged onto? Yeah, blatant c/ping going on here.]

Fake Tag: Rachel

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[pullsneedles]

Lucas is in the bar today. There's not a lot he can do in advance for the party but he is learning how to put together a really good dessert.

As rich as it is and as strapped for cash as he often is, he somehow finds he has all of the ingredients needed to make bread pudding. It helps that the main ingredient of bread pudding is leftover bread pieces, the odds and ends that sometimes come up when the bread sits and gets stale. It's pretty easy to toss together, all things considered. Mix all the ingredients minus the bread together (those ingredients usually being milk, eggs, and whatever sweets and spices he likes), let the bread soak in it, and then bake it. Very rarely does it get simpler than that.

He's worked hard to make some for himself and he's sitting with a nice plate of it. A la mode.

There's enough to share, too.

[ooc: Open until it's not anymore. Come and get 10-year-old Lucas while he's still here.]

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[alertcommando]

The door opens, and a woman walks in while loading a full magazine into her M4 carbine before slinging it at her back.

Tanya is halfway to the counter before she fully realizes the hallway is not a hallway. In uniform, the woman seems ready to go to war.

Probably, because she is.

Happy Hour

[seat_five_girl]

Ako is at the bar and having a conversation by way of napkins.

"Bar-san, I wanted to ask about how I could try tending-"

Now's fine.

"What do you mean now?"

See you afterwards. Have fun!

"Bar-san? This isn't funny!"

Specials
Arnold Palmer
Fuzzless Navel
Rail Splitter
Reno Cocktail

25% off if you are a teacher.
50% off if you are my teacher.
If you arrange to teach me something, then you are my teacher.


Open for business, more or less.
OOC: Open until it falls off the page, but I'm calling slows due to brain-blankage. Thank-you to everyone who tagged in!

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[poisonwine]

It's rare that a glass of wine gets neglected by Belle. She's grown up with alcohol being a comfort and pleasure. So the fact that she's concentrating on something harder than her drink is somewhat out of character.

The things that's absorbed her so much is a small square of yarn, and a pair of steel knitting needles in her hands. She frowns at her work, obviously deep in thought.

It's been years since Belle's knit, and she's annoyed at how much she's forgotten.

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[good_dug]

Doors open in Milliways all the time. They're not unusual. Often-seen patrons of said bar probably have ceased to notice them. This one in particular could very easily go unnoticed, being quite small, and square, and low to the ground. If it continued to stay silent and closed, it's likely no one would ever pay it a second thought.

Which, of course, means that it doesn't.

The doggy-door slams open and a rumpled ball of golden hair flies through, skidding on the polished hardwood floor. The ragged remains of what appears to be a plush octopus hang from his jaws, tentacles flopping in a defeated way. A long and elegant muzzle briefly points through said doggy door, and a high-pitched mechanized voice screams "And stay out!" As the door flaps on its hinges, echoes of voices can be heard from behind it, loudly discussing how insane it must be to persist in a lie about some sort of magical restaurant that hides on an airship.

On the floor in front of it, the furry heap slowly uncurls, revealing a pair of sad brown eyes and the blinking red light of a strange button on his leather collar. The dog's face seems very dejected, every muscle limp, face hanging in a truly heartstring-tugging way.

At least, for a moment.

Then his head comes up and the big nose wrinkles, sniffing furiously. Spinning in circles, the dog barks in ecstasy, a loud, booming big-dog bark. And behind the bark, slightly difficult to hear...

Dug speaks.

"I am back I am back I am back! The magical place! It is here! I did not imagine it!"

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[claudiometer]

Claudia comes in, goes to the bar, and asks for something to drink. The Bar gives her a glass of something...
"What, is this edible Windex?"
A napkin appears by the glass: No. :) Have fun!
She's not sure what's supposed to be fun about what, on the first drink, seems to be bright blue water, but she shrugs and goes with it. Why not?
A few drinks in, she does actually manage to pick up a taste to the drink - which promptly disappears. "--Hey! What the hell."

So: Redhead with a green (this week) streak in her hair, frantically chasing her drink.

(OOC: Adventures with Ray's quantum stuff! This is subject to slowtime of various lengths but open all weekend and perhaps beyond. Also, if you want to say Claudia's glass appeared in your character's vicinity, go for it.)

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta is in the main bar, doing exercises walking on her hands. She habitually tries to do this for at least an hour a day.

She normally does this outside, but the ground was so cold her hands started to go numb.

Botherable.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in a booth near the door that leads to the infirmary.

He has a piece of paper, on which he's trying to work out who keeps stealing things from his ward. It currently continues to baffle everyone there, apparently.

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[victoryschild]

Victoire has never been all that good at controlling her Veela 'gifts'. She's often thought it had to do with how diluted her Veela ancestry is by this point but instead of being so weak as to affect anyone at all, it comes in bursts when she's particularly happy or exited and unless she's actively concentrating on not charming all the boys around her... well.

When Victoire comes into the bar today she is extremely excited which does not bode well for the state of mind of men in the bar...



[Tiny charmed tag: Victoire Weasley]

March 22nd (continued), 2005 -- Between Volterra & Forks

[themidnightson]

[OOM:

"I'd hate for all of this to be pointless."

(Still in process.)]