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[evilontheloose]

There is a Jordan at the Bar.

Dressed up in an interesting costume. No, she does not seem upset by it, but that might be caused by the three boilermakers she had so far.

Botherable, of course.



[ Open until it falls off ]

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[basic_powers]

"Grrf...nnnf...darnit!"

...You know how some things seem like a really good idea in theory? Like reading a book on escaping from ropes.

Except when the decision to try it without any supervision or aid comes in. Tyler had tied his feet first to the sturdy branch of the treefort, good sturdy rope too. Then came tying up his knees and arms with a bunch of knots, and tying them up tight before trying to wriggle out of them..

"Come on..come o- oh nonono- AWP!"

...until he fell off the branch, feet still attached.

Ah... a little help here?

(Y'all are awesome but thanks to weather I've got to break for a bit, mun'll be back in an hour.

seriously. snow. sick of it.) back!

Heeeeeee's baaaaaack...

[corsec-jedi.livejournal.com]

Door opens, and in walks a man. A man with his head bowed, clad in a brown pilot jumpsuit with a newly-sewn patch on the shoulder, one that looks like--well, almost like an abstract version of a bird of prey, wings upswept. He looks preoccupied, but the noise of the bar makes him look up.

"--the kriff?"

It takes a few seconds to sink in, but when it does, Corran's grin could light Coruscant's underworld. "Sithspit! How long has it been since I've been here?!?"

Corran half-runs to Bar and pats the familiar wood. "Hey, how bout a Whyren's?"

But Bar hasn't forgotten Corran. His tab materializes, a not-so-subtle hint from Bar as to just when he'll get his Whyren's.

Horn frowns. "Alright, well, at least you haven't added interest."

Bar does so.

"Hey, no fair!"

Come bother the pilot/cop who's arguing with a mischievous and reproachful piece of wood!

[OOC note: Homeworking while I do this, but I'll be in and out all day. Good to be home, Milliways!--mun]

Happy Hour

[mechanicalswans]

Weyland is still in his uniform (WWI, Imperial German airman)(and is going to stay Captain Adler until he is good and ready to move on to a new identity, not that just changing one's name is a very effective disguise or anything) and is absently working on some airplane schematics as he loiters behind the bar tonight.

Specials:
Tainted Heart
Cold Fire
Red Devil

Impress the bartender and your drinks are free

[open forever, but slows are likely past 10 EST]

Re-entrance

[ancient-justice.livejournal.com]

She hasn't been here for a while.

But today, the door opens to admit a woman in a smart business suit, a large briefcase, sunglasses, and a mass of long black curls.

Entering the bar, she takes off her sunglasses, and as she strides towards the bar, her clothing shifts to a light ancient Egyptian linen dress, with a beaded collar, and dainty straw toe sandals. She orders wine, takes it to a table, sits down, opens her briefcase, pulls out a number of papers, and begins to read.

Some of them are burned at the edges.-