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[white_flowers]

[OOM:
"A stubborn one you are, clearly."

"In that, I do believe we are two of a kind."

]

[OOC: Time (and relative dimension in space) is fluid, and often especially so at the end of the universe. The above took place somewhen between the autumn and the end of spring, before this. ]

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[death_gone_mad]

She was tempted to tack her own flier over the werewolf warning earlier in the week. But, thankfully, she did not. Not until today, at least. The full moon has passed.

On the back door:

Come help me get rid of some old pottery the fun way by tossing it off the top of the warrior practice grounds' trapeze platform. Outdoors, by the head of the path up into the mountains.

If the information on the flier wasn't enough to find the place, the sound of her cackling should be enough to find her. Well that, and some signage warning about falling objects and a cordoned off area. And the sound of pottery shattering. And the occasional explosion. Maybe a felled tree or two.

She may or may not be smoking through her stash of marrentill. Um...

Happy Hour!

[sunbaked_baker]

The long day of baking had been cathartic, and Sunshine had needed it. Rae... wasn't thinking about what was going on back home, just yet. Wasn't ready to, so wasn't going to. Not right now. She had just set the tray of still-warm baked good on the bar when she'd received a napkin.

"...Well, all right. You get some sleep," Sunshine says, slipping behind the bar and grabbing one of the drink recipe books.

She's in lime-green jeans and an electric-blue top, though they're mostly covered by the sunflower-dotted apron still tied about her waist. Where her clothes are not effectively covered, they're dusted with flour (how unusual!).

Soon, the Specials Board is up. Some the writing might be a bit cramped, but she'd had to make sure everything fit.

Happy Hour Specials!
Tequila Sunrise
Sunburn
Sun of a Beach
Sunset

Non-Alcoholic
Sunshake

AND Sunshine's Fresh Baked Goods
Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $2.50
(Extra Icing: $.50)
Bitter Chocolate Death: $2.50
Caramel Cataclysm: $2.25
Lemon Lechery: $2.00
Chocoholia: $2.00
Muffins: $1/ea, $10.00/dozen
(Blueberry-Candied Pecan, Strawberry-Chocolate, Oatmeal-Cranberry, Jalapeno-Sweetcorn)


"Happy Hour starts now, denizens of Milliways," Sunshine says, smiling as she snags a gooey, fragrant cinnamon roll for herself. "What will you have?"

(ooc: Mun is tired and heading to bed. Post is open for tags forever, though. <3)

Dinah Lance, Main bar

[raptorcanaria]

It's easy to ignore stress and mistrust at home when you have a garden and a springtime to throw yourself into at the Bar.

To say Dinah is hiding out in bar would be entirely accurate. Still, she has plenty to buusy herself.

She's jst placed a freshly cut flower in the centre of your table, for one. Say thank you.

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[bring_a_sponge]

Here's one guy who won't be going anywhere tomorrow. Not anywhere he doesn't plan to, anyway.

Oh, except for this place.

He stops at the Door, rolling his eyes in a way that suggests he really isn't feeling very rapturous at all. Then stomps over to the Bar and growls for a bourbon.

It's not helping.

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[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

It's not often that this particular redheaded woman is seen in the bar with anything on the table in front of her other than a laptop, but there are apparently exceptions to all trends because today the laptop is closed and set to the side so that there's room for the massive plate of pasta in front of her. Spaghetti carbonara with a huge crusty piece of Italian bread, still steaming from the oven.

And boy is it good. Barbara's eyes are half-closed in pleasure as she actually lets herself relax. Well, sort of relax. As close as she gets.

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[themysciran_diana]

The slight hesitation as she steps over the threshold to Milliways is the only outward indication that the Amazon princess did not intend to spend her evening at the end of the universe.

But needs must.

Or, equally possibly, this is a sign from the gods that it's time for her to take a breather.

There have been worse lessons passed on from Mt. Olympus. In recent days, too.

Which is why a brief span of time later sees Diana ensconced in a booth, chatting quietly with a waitrat as she decides on precisely what she wants to order for dinner.

Initial EP

[greenpowerz.livejournal.com]

It's been a long day, but a good one. Early morning run finished just as the rain started, a big breakfast, school, club, work, a few rounds at the dojo, two monster attacks, an evening run and now, finally, Kaoru puts her key in the lock and, hand ruffling her short blue-black hair, she sighs and pushes open her front door.

"I'm home!" she calls, before she actually realizes she's not in her family's apartment.

Her face goes blank. She's in a bar? How did that happen? "Eh? Sorry, I must have the wrong... door?" She gives a slight nod of her head, turns and opens the door behind her.

Stepping through to find the exact same scene.

"Okay. What the hell?!" Her voice is quite a bit louder and harsher this time.




[OOC: new to game, please don't bite... hard]

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[timedeniedme.livejournal.com]

There is a woman with bright red hair and an even brighter smile on her face as she walks between the tables. She smells slightly of apples and cinnamon, but that's one of those things that's easy to miss beneath the scents wafting from the pies in each hand. Peach and lemon are pretty strong scents, after all.

And she looks like she wants to share.