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[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

 It's been months since he took the Pearl from Jack, and lost the charts to him, and still no news at all. No one in the whole of the Caribbean seems to have heard of Jack Sparrow. Either the many defenses around the Fountain have killed him (And Barbossa is in no way optimistic about that) or he has gone to ground. 

And so it's a sour-faced Captain Barbossa that enters the bar from his cabin in the Black Pearl, stopping by the Bar to order ("Mencía if you have anything the like, and a chaser of orujo") and then heading over to a booth with his two bottles, one of red wine and the other, smaller, filled with a clear liquid.

Maybe people-watching with alcohol will lighten his mood.

(OOC: And player is off to bed, will pick up any tags in the morning GMT-side)

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[nathansummers]

[OOM: At the end of an endless year of lies and deception, Cable survives an explosion.

After that, he confronts a duplicate, rescues an old friend, and faces death, twice. It's an average day for Cable and Domino.]

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo is in the Bar in his Salamander uniform.  Today, however, it's because he got a note advising him of just what day it was...and a green flight suit (albeit with orange stripes down the sleeves and across the chest) ought to be pretty good as an antidote against pinching and the usual other St. Patrick's Day stuff.

If it's not...well, then darn.

At least the holiday-appropriate dishes taste pretty good.

First entrance

[secondchancefay]

In the small hours of the night, after their last customer has trundled out the door into the darkness and Blackie has disappeared to do whatever it is he does when he's not in the cafe, Fay heads off to the ladies' room to freshen up--well, that was the plan anyway. It doesn't quite work out that way.

It's actually not the strangest thing she's ever seen through a door at the cafe, but it's unexpected all the same, so she calls back over her shoulder: "Hey, Frank, come look at this. We've got a--"

She breaks off with a quiet yelp as the door closes abruptly, pushing her over the threshold and into the bar. "There's no need to get fresh," she finishes, giving the door a look.

[tiny dead waitress tag: miss fay peronivic][open forever!]

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[makesthings]

[OOM:How much good inside a day?
Depends on how much you live 'em.

How many, how much by Shel Silverstein

(OOC: Or Sameth goes to Gotland with Teja. Warning for some older attitudes about women and romance and cute children.)

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[alotofgood]

It's been a little over a week into the summer holidays and James has done nothing of any particular note.

Not unless catching up on (or rereading) all your favourite Quidditch periodicals counts.

Or accompanying your parents to several (how his parents manage to survive going to one of these things, let alone two or three a week) stuffy, horribly boring social events and being asked the same incredibly boring questions: 'How is your summer?'; 'How are you enjoying Hogwarts?'; 'What year are you going into?' followed by several excruciating anecdotes about how Such-and-Such graduated from Such-and-So a Year, and they were a proud Gryffindor with This Many great deeds to speak of.

So when James finds a door to Milliways, he's not going to turn down an opportunity to escape for a few hours.

Only another two weeks until Sirius gets to his house.

Only another two weeks.

Bloody hell, he hopes he's going to manage.



{ ooc: Please read this before tagging! }

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[the_gene_genie]

Gene wanders in, slightly the worse for wear. When Bar presents him with a napkin reminding him, in no uncertain terms, that he has still yet to pay any of his tab, plus there's the bill for that scanner he broke on top of it...well, he knows what's coming.

'Nope.'

Another napkin.

'Not interested.'

There's a pause for thought. And then an iPad appears on the counter.

'...what. Is that?'

The screen moves. An image appears. Gene prods at it suspiciously a couple of times, scowling at it around his fag.




...an hour later, after the prodding and swearing has reached a level even he finds unacceptable, he walks behind the bar with the iPad still in his hands. One reaches out blindly for chalk:

HELP

 

Bar's open.

[OOC: Mun is celebrating being done with essays for the term! As such, this is open allllll weekend for tagging; if anyone wants to thread with him but can't make it tonight, feel free to hit him up at any point over the next few days. :D Annnd, the sore throat and getting-late hour is winning. I'll pick up everything tomorrow, people - thanks for tagging! Still open to new threads as well. :)]

Multi-mun multi-pup post

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy and Urquhart are in a booth, with collecting tins, wearing red noses.

Back home in the UK, it is Comic Relief, a fine excuse to do something silly in a good cause.

Come join in, or mock, whichever you prefer!

[ooc: Specify one or both when you tag.]

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[humourandheart]

[Meanwhile, on the other side of Milliways, by sheer fate that a Weasley's path hasn't crossed a Malfoy's...]



" - Bloody hell, I'm not that bored," Ron complains when Bar presents him with a copy of Hogwarts: A History.

Never you mind that he's been complaining about being bored for the past twenty or so minutes since he's sat down at her counter.

"Haven't you've got any news or anything? I'm not asking about the future, just, y'know, news?"

A copy of the Daily Prophet appears.

"That's a terrible picture of Harry."

He's laughing.

She tells him to turn the page, ever-so-politely from a cheery yellow napkin.

" - That doesn't even look like me!"

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[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius is having a staring contest with his cat, Red.

He's bored.

He managed to survive the week in which the professors tried to kill the souls and spirits of their students by piling the homework so much so that even the non-Ravenclaws were stressing about unfinished assignments, and now...





Now, he's bored.

Maybe he'll think of something more productive or exciting to do soon, but, at the moment, he's, at the very least, determined not to lose the contest.

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[scots_wolf]

[[belated OOM: On Mardi Gras, Urquhart and Moist take advantage of Urquhart being temporarily female. Warning for HET sex!]]