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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Scritchity-scratch-scratch creeeeeeeek, goes a door in the Staff and Other Important Areas part of the bar.

A gray and black form slinks out at the creeeeeek noise and darts through the sea of patrons' ankles, tail held high and slobbery paper something-or-other clutched in his jaws. The dog- not quite two feet tall at the shoulder, somewhat longer than that from stem to stern- makes it to the Bar successfully and scrambles up onto a very unfortunate stool, the better to deposit the aforementioned slobber-paper on the bartop.

It vanishes, a little reluctantly. Somewhat later a black bag with the Bar's name on it, and a pair of easily cleaned handles, appears in its stead. As one of the tabs on the Tab Board increases by a good number of caps, the dog barks once and does his best to get those handles in his jaws. He's got a mission today! He's a good dog!


[tinytag: Sherlock Holmes (BBC)]

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[whowasonfire]

Since the conversation with Peeta, Katniss has been dodging doors to Milliways; each time one turns up she thinks of the possibility of seeing Rue, and it puts knots in her stomach.

She should be happy, that Rue gets to have something good after the horrors of the arena, and she is. She really is. But that doesn't make Rue any less dead, and Katniss doesn't know how to face that.

The fourth time a door shows up, though, Katniss hesitates. Avoiding Milliways isn't going to make her any readier. She knows that. And she's not a coward by nature.

So, this time, she takes a deep breath and steps through, and closes the door behind her.

Don't Watch

[death_gone_mad]

[OOM:
"You aren't my sister."

Buried Alive]

Fake Tag: Amascut

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[longlonghair]

[[OOM:Rapunzel is finding it hard to fit back into her old life.]]

Happy Hour

[makesthings]

[OOM: A Royal Occasion]

When Sameth enters the Bar from the back door, he looks more like a prince than he normally does. His surcoat is long and heavy, red and gold towers are crossed with silver keys on dark blue and he knows how to wear it, the surcoats of the Old Kingdom are made for cold weather and to be worn over mail. He keeps resting his hand where the hilt of a sword should be, belted at his hip but that's through a door that won't open.

The note asking him to bartend isn't really a surprise, he had a feeling there might be something like that and takes his time choosing the specials and sketches a few Charter marks to make the writing glow a rich gold.

Specials
Red Royal
Brick in the Wall
Grand Occasion
Tell me about a memorable birthday and your drink half off, if its also your birthday then your drink's free.

Then he stands and waits to see who's around and breaks pieces off the little cake with frosting gears on it that Bar gave him.

(OOC: This is open for new tags at any point tonight or tomorrow. I'll be going into slowtime around 1:30 am EST.)

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[raptorcanaria]

It's still cold outside, and it's getting colder in Gotham, too. There is one surefire remedy for this: hot cider with lots of honey!

Dinah's throat is a weapon. That means there's any excuse for honey-loaded hot cider.

The dim sum is just because she likes it.

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[3nanashi]

Trowa walks in the door, and fails to blink.

(This may or may not have been where he was intending to come. But either way, he seems amenable, or at least unruffled.)

He's holding a slim electronic tablet which might, to someone from the early 21st century of Earth, look a lot like an e-reader; this is because that's precisely the kind of thing it is.

He heads towards the bar. He'll acquire coffee and a table, in that order, unless he's waylaid in the process of this.

[OOC: Open till it scrolls! But the mun is off to bed for the night.]