A fun expedition to a small Discworld town

[scots_wolf]

OOM 1: Urquhart and Moist meet up by the lake and decide to go and baffle a small Discworld town
OOM 2: Urquhart and Moist go fishing and painting, and latch on a plan
OOM 3: Urquhart and Moist start putting the plan into profitable action

Urquhart and Moist are coming in together, arms around each other, laden with baggages, packages, parcels and paraphernalia, managing an open bottle each regardless, laughing and chatting.

"That was brilliant!" Urquhart exclaims. "Just imagine the Marquis' face when he realises..."

They are wearing odd clothes: Urquhart is wearing velvet trousers, a very colourful brocade shirt, and big red boots. Moist is wearing slightly messy tweeds with a soft silk shirt and some spattered paint. Franz is carrying a basket in his mouth.

At long last, an EP

[aeons_crackshot]

It's been a while since she's spent much time sitting in the Bar proper, but today Annabelle Newfield is hanging out in the common area, drinking coffee.

She snorts in amusement when Bar presents her with a copy of this book. "You're a few weeks early yet," she remarks dryly.

(no subject)

[claudiometer]

Claudia thought she was going to settle in for a nice piece of the Twilight Zone marathon, after the Independence Day Artifact lockdown (which they actually had ready to go for the 2nd). But then...
Well, the ones with the aliens weren't that bad. But then they hit a string of 'normal dude gets extraordinary object and semi-dangerous shenanigans ensue' episodes, and... well. If she wants that, all she has to do is take a look at her job. It's still good sci-fi, she'd recommend it to anyone getting into the visual end of the genre, but it's just not quite as entertaining as it used to be.
So instead, she's in the bar, working on her laptop. She wouldn't say no to company.

(OOC: May be subject to random slowtime throughout the day, but open till it scrolls.)

(no subject)

[smallgayjew]

Posner is having a bit of trouble concentrating today. He's got his most recent essay assignment in front of him, and he does occasionally make some progress on it, but mostly he's distracted by thoughts of a recent experience* in the bar. And every time the memory comes back, he finds himself smiling a bit.

And then he realizes he's smiling, blushes, and turns his attention back to his work.

He's really not getting much done.



[ooc: *warning for adult situations

Will be in and out most of the day. Open until it scrolls.]

(no subject)

[not_his_pa]

The Fourth of a July is a complex holiday when you're out on the frontier and the scars of the Civil War are new. William got into a brief scuffle with another boy about his father and the War while his mother entered a contest with one of her pies. Mark didn't cough as much but they all were thinking about leaving soon.

The only thing was they couldn't go home yet since Bisbee was small enough that being at the celebration until it was almost dark and the dancing started was what you did. William was happy to spot the Bar when he was going into the schoolhouse to see how bad his damage from the fight was, hopefully his mother wouldn't worry too much.

There's a nice bruise forming on his cheek and smiling hurts as he sits down at the counter and is presented with a cupcake with an American flag on it, a root beer float and an ice pack, "Thank you, Bar."

(no subject)

[v-accidentprone.livejournal.com]

Alex sleepily wanders into the bar, barefoot, bed-headed, and bewildered. He's wearing flannel pajamas, so it's obvious he's just woken up. He was going to get a glass of juice from his kitchen before showering.

This is not his kitchen.

He stares at the bar for a while before deciding that this is probably just some really weird, lucid dream. And as long as it's just a dream, he might as well explore it until he wakes up.

Please don't mind him if he bumps into you. He's just a growing, curious boy. Who needs shoes.

(no subject)

[knowmymethods]

The man who comes through the door today is, unfortunately, not watching where he is going. There are a good many things anyone watching could tell about him in the space between when his fingers curl around the edge of the door to push it out of his way, and when his shoe hits the floor and he stops, looking up sharply. His dress is a giveaway, putting him somewhere around eighteen eighty-six, and his entire demeanor agrees with that.

But if you plan to observe him, you'd best do it quickly before he turns the tables.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

[OOC: Millitimed to late December 2010]

Out of Milliways:

why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?