OOM: Texas, 1888

[ikissdhimbck]

[OOM:







I'll be fine
Learning to sleep in the bed that I made
Laying the blanket where it belongs
I've gotta be strong

Everyone loves millitime? Events occur after Kate last exited the bar. Warnings for violence, white text, and language.]

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[gorgonfondness]

Outside, mother and son are walking to the lake.

Cepheus is enjoying himself, getting to run around in nothing but a swim diaper and baby trunks. He likes the feel of grass beneath his little feet and not having to wrestle into a shirt. Mia is wearing a modest swimsuit and has her hair up.

Cepheus stops, turns to face his mother, and says, "Comeon, Mama!"

Mia laughs and says, "I'm coming, Cepheus. Come on, let's hold hands."

He reaches his hands out towards her. It doesn't take long for her to catch up and he holds her hand with both of his.

Once they reach the Caribbean inlet, they set up a little spot on the beach there with their towels and beach bag. Mia takes a moment to inflate a baby inner tube while Cepheus plays in the sand.

"Ready to go swimming?"

"Yah!"

Breakfast!

[scots_wolf]

It's breakfast time, and Urquhart has made muffins, thinking of the conversation with the faun, and of Sunshine.

There are lemon muffins, nutty muffins, muffins with dates and oriental spices; muffins with onions and bacon, muffins with red and green peppers, muffins with oat and whisky.

He's brewed up a large pot of strong coffee with oriental spices, and a large pot of sweet tea with Moroccan nana mint.

He'll gladly share the breakfast with anybody, not even asking any money for it. His kills pay well enough, and the recent vampire-and-zombie job brought him good profit, so a successful professional can afford to be generous and friendly.

And Urquhart is in a very good mood today. Even the Goth would get a muffin if he asked.

Somewhere, there might still be a sign from way back, saying 'If you've done six impossible things before breakfast, why not round it off with breakfast in Milliways?'



[[OOC: Spontaneously referring back to the ancient and long-forgotten ex-tradition of breakfast posts.]]

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[mickandbono.livejournal.com]

Jamie needs a break. So walking in to this bar at the end of the universe is quite a relief he can take all he needs. Where the omniversal bar he’s praying doesn’t know who Nikki Heat is. Or Jameson Rook for that matter. He just wants to take a breather that is New York. Maybe he can find someone willing to talk to him here.

Heaven knows that Nikki won’t talk to him or Roach, or anyone else from the department.  He just wants someone to talk to that may not fawn over him. He’s truly not in the mood.

[ooc: Jameson comes in between Heat Wave and Naked Heat]

EP | Kate Barlow | Outside/Stables/Main Bar

[ikissdhimbck]

It's been two rough-and-tumble weeks out in Texas. Not the longest she's been separated from the bar by far, but she's nonetheless glad when Beaut's hooves fall on friendly otherworldly soil, rather than the parched Texas earth she had been expecting. Kate shifts in the saddle and smiles, tips her hat off her head and enjoys the cooler air of a faux Scotland evening.

She leads Beaut to the stables and spends quite some time untacking and bathing her, cleaning out her stall and laying down fresh bedding. She gets an extra portion to eat and fresh water, and then Kate checks the rest of the stock to make sure everything's in order.

Sometime thereafter she enters the bar carrying her leather bags, and stops at the bar for a meal. She's in dire need of a bath and a good night's rest, but she's in good spirits should anyone like to join her.

Catch her inside or out.


[ooc: Open indefinitely, with slowtimes at some point to prepare dinner. But I'll be back, and available all week for slowtimes and new tags. :)]

Happy Hour

[lasthalfmile]

Ben, for his part, is mostly squelching a smirk as he scribbles on his half of the specials board.

Dead Man Walking
The Lazarus
Walking Dead

He glances at Dan once he's finished.

"Well, I think it's funny."

Dan, however, is not so amused.

"You just give a minute to figure somethin' out..."

After a quick consult with the giant book of drink recipes, he chalks up a few specials of his own.

Arrogant Bastard Ale
S.O.B.
Extended Jail Sentence

And then, he's smirking too.


Happy hour is open!


[OOC: Tag one or both, if unspecified, you'll get both! EDIT, 11:55PM EST Holy cow, ya'll! AWESOME HAPPY HOUR IS AWESOME. No new tags, please, and all slows will be picked up tomorrow! Thanks for tagging!]

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[alotofgood]

[ oom:

September 27, 1976.

In which James finalizes the new year's Gryffindor Quidditch team and tries not to think about what his best mate gets up to in libraries. ]

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Summer's coming around and the days are lasting longer, which leaves Bill outside later.

It's early evening, nearing dusk when he finds himself out at the lake with Ellen's dog, Dogmeat.

Bill's sitting on a stone skipping rocks while Dogmeat lays in the grass beside him.

The two of them both look kind of depressed; each missing home and someone else.

Bill's taken good care of the dog, and Dogmeat has been a good companion, but sometimes you just feel homesick.