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[covert_bandage]

"This," says Arcade as he sets down the unpleasantly greasy-looking bag with the slowly growing dark brown stain, "was supposed to be my lab area. No, seriously. I don't even have one of the matchboxes on me and you bring me here?"

The bar does not answer.

"You're aware that I'm carrying something that needs to be either dissected or refrigerated immediately?"

Again, no answer.

"Fine. All right. Be that way if you must. How much for a great deal of ice?"

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[seat_five_girl]

Today Ako is out under a tree with a book and a bag with some fruit in it.

The fruit is untouched.

Mostly because the book is about Norse myths.

That's a down right disturbing way to build a universe. (Clouds, for one, will never be looked at quite the same way again.)

Botherable!

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[sunbaked_baker]

(OOM: Everything changes, and always too soon.)

There's a Sunshine sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, today, her knees pulled up close to her chest. She's wrapped her arms around them and rests her cheek against them. Her mug of tea on the end table has long grown cold, leaving a faded brown ring on the headline of today's Arcadian Herald. The newspaper sits there as untouched as the tea. The fireplace is also cold. Empty and dark.

She'd think it a pretty accurate summation of how she feels right now, if she dared to let herself think at all.

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[started_scarred]

Harry knows they've spent far too long in this bar. He also knows that's his fault. He'd wanted to leave as soon as he got here but then...well, how could he walk away from here, knowing his mother visited? And now he knows his father does too - can he really walk out, pass up the chance to talk to him, knowing that he may never make it back?

Needless to say, it's been another frustrating day. He'd borrowed a broom from bar and gone flying around the lake, so familiar yet in such weird surroundings. He's spent hours throwing stones as far and as high as he can, then racing to catch them, willing himself to leave it until the last possible second before scooping them up, skimming the surface of the water.

He's exhausted, and sick of it all. So now he's just sitting at the edge, throwing those same stones into the lake.




[OOC: May be a slowtime or two later, for dinner and some work. Slowtime overnight at midnight GMT. Otherwise, have at! Belligerance and emo warnings firmly in place. :) Hokay, you beautiful people. It is midnight, and I am off. Thank you so much for tagging, and I'll be around tomorrow to continue. Great threads, everyone. :D]

Cinco de Mayo Happy Hour!

[mogget_cat]

There seem to be napkins piling up on the bar in front of Yrael, who argues without the least bit of self-consciousness for the seemingly one-sided discussion.

"... no, I will not wear an sombrero." Another napkin.

"Yes, I know it's a celebration, but I have my own hat." And another.

"But I like my fedora." And another.

"Fedoras are cool." This note takes two napkins.

"They just are. Listen, if I get other people to wear them, will you be satisfied?" Simple, one-word napkin.

"Thank you."

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Cinco de Mayo 1/2 Off Specials!
Blood Orange Margarita
Baileys Escobar
Chocolate Tequila Dream
Blanco Neat
Billionaire's Margarita
Margaritas of many flavors
Wear a sombrero and get your drink 75% off!

Yrael has a stack of various sombreros to the side, waiting for willing victi-um... participants.

"Happy Cinco de Mayo, everyone!" Yrael says once the Specials Board is up. "I've been told this is one of those Earth holidays that has a number of different reasons behind it, so why not?"

One may ask, since when have the people at the End of the Universe needed a reason to drink and celebrate? The answer is that they don't need one, but really watch out for the days when they have one. :D


(ooc: It's happy hour! Go wild! Do the Tag-In Twist or the Thread-Hop Hop, or even the Foxtrot. :D Open forever.)