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[paragonsoldier.livejournal.com]

Shepard may feel ambivalent about having saved a sleazy anti-human politician from getting assassinated, but she feels pretty damn good about helping Thane mend fences with his estranged son.

That's why she's in a particularly cheerful mood today. That, and it's warm enough for her to enjoy the Milliways grounds today. You may run into her somewhere around the perimeter of the lake.

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[gorgonfondness]

At one table, Mia and Cepheus are working some clay. Mia is shaping hers into a big mug. Cepheus is busy smooshing and taking his apart, making something of a mess. The only interruption between the two is when the mother keeps the baby from putting the clay or his fingers in his mouth. Fortunately, the clay is so fascinating that he hasn't been tempted.

Sitting at the bar, Lucas has put in a good but exhausting day of work and he's ready to eat. He gets an interesting box full of interesting food when he sits down and orders, "Anything, as long as it's good." He takes a moment to look it over, his fingers gently brushing against the sunflowers when he finds them in the bottom box. This moment of visual appreciation is over before long, replaced with appreciation of a more gustatory sort.

All are botherable.

[ooc: Props to crazyfurries for making the awesome Mother 3 bento. :D]

Happy Hour

[makesthings]

Sam looks at the napkin for a while before saying, yes and getting out the cocktail book.

Milliways is being extra interesting of late and he's not sure that he's been able to actually do anything useful of late.

Specials
Red Royal
Liquid Gold
Sweet Fire
Tell me something that's going well for you and your drinks free.

Then he pours himself an ale and looks out over the Bar.

(OOC: Still open for new threads and I'll tag in the morning.)

Entry Post! (Nikita)

[divisionrogue.livejournal.com]

*bang!* *bang!* *bang!*

Shots could be heard under the floor. Then someone flipped open a trap door against one wall, backing up a staircase, guns blazing, until there weren't any bullets left.

She stopped and turned, breathing hard, then blinked. Stared. Turned around to look at the trap door she'd exited out of.

"The hell...?" Nikita carefully holstered her guns, hands out as she took in the bar and its patrons. Then had to turn around and stare at the trapdoor again.

"This night just does not get less weird."

[*waves hello* Say hi, she doesn't bite. Or shoot. Mostly!]

First Entrance

[aintnocoonhunt]

A one-eyed man, forty years of age and built along the lines of Grover Cleveland, pauses in the door way, his gaze flat as it pans across the room.  He wears a dusty black suit of clothes and the floorboards creak beneath his boots.  Anyone who has been here for more than a day will recognise his hesitation.  A reasonable man would be taken aback in such unfamiliar surroundings, and though not all who know who him would describe him as reasonable, it is clear that he is, indeed, taken aback.

He does not remember there being a saloon in Judge Parker's Courthouse. 

He is fairly certain that he would have heard of such a thing, and if he had, he would remember it.  A quick glance around reveals the patronage to be far removed from the usual custom of Fort Smith, Arkansas.  The wait staff alone gives him obvious pause. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he tugs on his watch chain and squints at it.  Doing so reveals the badge on his vest, a silver circle with a star in the middle that proclaims him a 'US Marshal'.

He spends but a moment scrutinising the time.   Maybe he is having another one of those fanciful dreams, brought on by Lee's strange cooking, or maybe he's just had a little too much whiskey.  The latter is not beyond the realm of possibility.  Either way, the vision before him does not seem to fading away.  So, as any reasonable man would do in this situation, he makes his way to a barstool.

Let it not be said that Rooster Cogburn turned down the opportunity to drink. 

First entry

[windy-karis.livejournal.com]

[OOM: One arrives, two are late.]

A green-haired girl steps into the Bar and stops, staring. This certainly isn't Garet's kitchen. It doesn't even look like it'd fit on the plateau.

For a while, all Karis can do is stand by the Door, staring.

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[venusadept_2]

[OOM: Messages are exchanged. Not much is actually found out.]

Felix doesn't look all that happy, at the moment. This is something of a theme, with him.

He gets a bowl of curry from the Bar and sits, looking idly toward the Window.

Possibly An Entry, Or Maybe Not. Who Knows?

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

There is a man sitting by the fire. He hasn't been in the bar for years, or else he was here yesterday--time is Different, where he's from.

He's reading House of Leaves and chuckling to himself.