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["Am I a real boy?"

"No, Pinocchio. To make Geppetto's wish come true will be entirely up to you."

"Up to me?"

"Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday you will be a real boy."

"A real boy!"]

Happy Hour!

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo's been trying to come to Milliways more often, now that he's been reminded of its existence, and it seems that today, the Bar's decided to help encourage that.

Specials:
Order in haiku
and your first drink will be free;
other verse, half off.

(dactylic hexameter
will get you free drinks all day)

...what, you expected anything less from the god of poetry? Just be glad he's not insisting on getting limericks.

(OOC: Will kick into slowtime around 9:30 EST, but is open until the next happy hour goes up.)

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[vance_prime]

Sometime prior to this thread, Alyx Vance enters Milliways and makes a beeline for the Bar. "Give me something substantial that I haven't had before," she says as she clambers up onto a stool. "I'm in one of those moods."

The plate that materializes in front of Alyx looks something like this, only larger and more varied. Alyx beams, grabs a piece of pita bread, and digs in.

[Open until it scrolls.]

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[honourbyname]

[OOM:

"... Whoever it is you fancy, she'd be lucky to have you."

"He." ]

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[fiery_ring]

It's been different performing without the usual equipment. The lack of a big top in particular. But since it was still light when the circus began, and not raining, nobody seemed to mind.

Carlotta is now sitting in a booth, counting up the takings. They've easily broken even, which is reassuring. A couple of people have put chocolate ration coupons in, which will probably go down well too.

Botherable.

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[scots_wolf]

One thing Urquhart had never missed about his Scottish home was the weather.

This so-called summer reminds him of that.

So, even though it is the middle of August, it's cold and rainy outside, and there's a fire in the fireplace in the bar.

Urquhart is lying on one of the couches, feet sticking out at one end, long blond hair pooling down on the floor on the other, and playing chess against his DS.

On his midriff, a big spotted dog is sprawling, fast asleep. A smaller person might feel squashed underneath Franz, but even Urquhart can't get up as long as the dog is on there.

Even if he wanted. Which he doesn't.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy has had a much less eventful holiday since Holby Airport decided to, very rudely, have a gas explosion on the first day.

He's now back in the bar, arranging his photos into an album with captions.

'Coral building sandcastle. Fry building sand penguin.'


( (A little later, he drops off some postcards Fry wrote for Kate, Gene and Enzo, (with a lot of help spelling what he wanted to put) before the kid decided he'd had enough writing and refused to do one for Granny.) )

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[hecu_marine]

The door opens under the assault of a massive wave of summertime heat. On the other side is the song of birds and the chatter of scores of unseen insects, and the smell of plants both Earthly and otherwise. There are hints of moisture on the breeze, redolent as it is with the scents of sap and smoke as well.

And of something not unlike wet dog, since there is a blue-striped three-legged Christmas ham of a creature scampering through with a happy wriggling trill. We feel compelled to mention the happy part, because the two humans and the one Na'vi some paces behind her look anything but...

Australia is not a place for the faint of heart. Today it doesn't look like it has been a place for the strong of heart, either.

Enter three guys, covered in bits of Australia, and badly in need of a drink. Or twelve.



[OOC: Three pups, three muns, and one happy houndeye. Have at!]