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[chime_ra_tilt]

Zel knows it's discouraging to have lost the Sword of Light to Jillas. He understands that.

But why don't Lina and Gourry realize that it's more important to press on and catch up to him and get the sword back than it is to mope and whine and... ugh... apparently melt into formless heaps of misery? And where did those clocks come from?

Zelgadiss had gone on ahead to find the way Jillas had escaped through the caverns, but he hadn't expected to find Milliways waiting for him. Never let it be said that Zel doesn't take opportunities when they present themselves - he's quite glad to hear the sounds of Lina's and Gourry's muddled whining cut off as he closes the door behind him.

This calls for a drink. Possibly two. Soon, Zel is settled at the bar with a glass of wine.

Utterly botherable.

Bartending

[bprd_agent_red]

It's been awhile since Red's been around these parts, and he's quite thrilled to have the Bar show up as he's walking into Manning's empty office.

(Manning is probably pretty happy, too, since Red was heading there with the intention of gluing all the things on his desk down.)

Approaching the counter, Red is about to order when Bar makes a request on a napkin.

Grinning, Red puts the giant bottle of Gorilla Glue down and steps behind the counter.

He thinks a moment about specials, then makes a request of Bar before she signs off.

The special's board he puts up reads:

Belly Up
If anyone can beat me at the boot
drinks are free

On the counter sits a pair of giant glass boots, each filled to the brim with beer.

Any takers? He'll also serve any chickens others who just want a drink.

[ooc: Bartending! Threadhop! Go nuts! This will be open for about an hour when I'll take a break for picture box tiemz. Break time! Back in a couple hours, feel free to keep tagging and I'll pick 'em up asap. Back! And that'll do, folks. Whoo boy. Thanks for tagging, and I'll keep hitting slowtimes if you want 'em :D]

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[sees_them_too]

A blast of salty, North Sea wind blows a most unusual sight through the door of Milliways this evening.

Luna is wearing billowy, gauzy white robes over her regular clothes. Her hair is loose and liberally festooned with pink Scottish primroses. And a pair of filmy white wings (now a bit crooked from the wind) have been fixed onto the back of her robe with a sticking charm.

Mr. Spring’s portraits have taken on a distinctly Waterhouse flair this summer.

(This picture could be stranger. The stupefied seal she has been posing with has been disenchanted and shooed back to join his pod.)

Luna may have forgotten that she’s wearing an odd costume. Or it just hasn’t occurred to her that it’s all that odd, really. Either way she walks across the bar with an utter lack of concern.

There’s tea to be had here.

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[isaysimplewords]

[Not-really-OOM: In which Cal and Ianto discuss the important things in life, such as death, faith in humanity, and the sounds non-birds don't make.]