Happy Hour

[never_misses]

"...You do realise, I'm sure, what a risk posing that question could be."
Sam is saying this in reply to a napkin the Bar just gave him; then there's another napkin, and he nods.
"We both know I wouldn't do that. But I wanted to be sure you were aware."
After quite a bit of perusing of books behind the counter, he goes to the board:

Specials:
Orange Whip
Green Apple Cider
Purple Helmeted Warrior
Yellow Bird
Blue Lagoon
Red Death
non-alcoholic drinks

Happy hour's on, but bear with your bartender; he's not used to this whole mixing-drinks thing, but the theme was too good to pass up.

(OOC: Dinner-related slowtime goes into effect soon; new tags are still welcome until about 9:30 or so EST, when sleep-related slowtime will kick in.)

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[striding.livejournal.com]

There's a six and a half foot ranger in the bar, making his way towards what looks like counter top only by virtue of being long and flat. He's never been here before, but the way he moves likely obscures that fact; one hand staying fairly close to the elven-wrought blade at his hip, the way his steps are measured to counter any unevenness of ground.

The hood currently shading his features from casual sight probably doesn't help either. Of course, once he reaches the bar, it may be a little while before the dusty gentleman attempts to order anything - he's too busy trying to sort out where he is without alerting anyone to that fact.



[One very tardy entrance post for Aragorn, son of Arathorn of Lord of the Rings fame, coming in about TA 2970. Ish. Post is open until the typist's brain explodes or the next EP. :)]

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[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

Bella Swan is out by the lake, attempting (with little success) to skip small pebbles across its surface. She remembers having had the knack of this once upon a time, as a small child, but had since lost it when epic clumsiness turned up sometime in her early teenage years.

Mostly she's doing it as a means of not having to think. It's still too cold to properly be out here at night, but she's careful to dress in enough layers at any given time that surprise Milliways appearances (and planned Milliways trips, now that she knows where a few regular doors are) aren't a big deal when the seasons don't quite line up.

She can't help but shiver a little, though, when she remembers having surfaced in this very lake a mere few weeks earlier. More time has passed here, and it adds to the sense of disconnection she feels from the Bella who made the choice to jump. She still hasn't talked about that with anyone who would push past her excuse that she'd just been messing around, and probably won't. It was stupid, but it's in the past.

Another rock slides briefly across the surface and quickly under before it can really get going, and Bella grumbles under her breath in frustration at its lack of cooperation.

Panem, District 12, Victor's Village & The Village Square

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[ oom : it’s better this way,
I said ]

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[alotofgood]

[ oom:

June 6, 1976.

In which the Marauders conclude a very successful Prank Week; and James Potter seems to be back to his old ways. ]