Not a Chupacabra

[two-to-the-head.livejournal.com]

Corazon stalks through the Front Door, followed by a hovering, somewhat battered-looking reformed Enclave robot. Anyone close can hear her grumbling to herself, "That was not a fuckin' chupacabra."

Not that Corazon has ever seen an actual chupacabra, but she's pretty sure that wasn't it.

She goes to the bar and orders a whisky on the rocks (she loves that she can get drinks with ice here). Along with the drink comes a note. Corazon reads it and decides that she'll visit Ellen in a bit, after she's had some time to calm down. It's been that kind of day.

Until she heads off to the infirmary, she can be found at the Bar, having, you know, a drink.

[Tiny Fake Tag: Corazon Escobar (The Courier)]

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[raptorcanaria]

Anyone who is at all familiar with Dinah Lance will have received chocolates and a candy cane for Christmas. She has enough of a family back home to worry about without adding more things to the list from Milliways.

She's been around recently, mostly out in the garden now the snow is thinning, traipsing around in the remnants of that and the mud, and it was cold.

So now Dinah can be found stretched out on the couch in front of the fire, toes in socks wriggling near the heat, and a hot chocolote doing the job of warming the other end.

If you want to sit down, you'll have to ask her to move.

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[smallgayjew]

It's still September in Sheffield, and even in the winter, they don't often get snow, so once he'd peaked out the back door, Posner headed for the bar and asked for a parka and gloves. Having acquired them, he bundles himself up and makes his way outside.

You can find him in that clearing over there, grinning and feeling rather silly as he builds a snowman.

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[alsoagreengrass]

Removing the snow from atop the wooden picnic table had been easy enough and Scorpius, now with his robes properly charmed to repel water and insulated to protect him from the cold, is lying atop of it.

With an almost half-empty bottle of (pilfered-from-his-friend) Ogden's Old forgotten beside him, a fire curling in his belly, and an old, charred broom at his feet.

He had been working on a modified charm for the broom. It hadn't turned out as well as he would've liked, as evident by the charred (and still smoking) remains of bristles.

He's obviously not too bothered by the experiment gone wrong. Maybe the firewhiskey helped or maybe it's just one of those days. Peacefully perfect - or perfectly peaceful - and he can't be bothered to care.

He's just going to enjoy the oncoming night, gloved fingers curled loosely around the neck of the bottle.

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Multi-Pup Post - Travis Martin and Nicholas Angel by the fire

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

There are two off-duty police officers, over by the fire, drinking tea. They seem to be having the sort of conversation where neither one wants to say anything, but neither are prepared to leave, either.

Nicholas is very much pretending that he has no idea that Travis' tea has more whiskey content, and hasn't really touched his own tea.

They could probably do with a distraction from one another right about now.

Fake Tag: Travis Martin

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[yinyangwizard.livejournal.com]

Because a new year is close at hand, and Seimei will be too preoccupied to visit Milliways once it actually begins, he's here today with a stack of lacquer boxes decorated with cranes and pines. He would prefer to hand these out in person, if possible, to certain friends and acquaintances of his (or even strangers he finds particularly interesting - he always brings extras).

He has a table near the Window, so that he can watch the display outside while he waits.

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[nita_callahan]

Judging from the look on Nita's face, she wasn't expecting the door to the greenhouse to lead to Milliways -- but she's not displeased about it. The plants can wait a while.

Stripping off her mittens, she heads for the bar to order a hot cocoa (and considers, guiltily, that she should get some belated Christmas presents for her friends here. Between finals and an unexpected intervention in Brooklyn, there was barely time to get presents for her family and the Rodriguezes).

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[gavemea_45]

[OOM:

-click-

     "--gotta get back in time--"

"...Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?"]

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[poisonwine]

Belle is sitting at the bar, toying with the same scarf she was knitting in her last post. A couple days with Mattie helped her get her act together, and she's gotten into a rhythm.

It's dead boring, but at least here she can watch people while she works. That's one of the bonuses of being very dexterous.

She hums a bit as she works, needles clacking at a slow-but-steady pace.

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