Sep. 1st, 2011

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[personal profile] ever_lovin
The front door bursts open and a middle-aged man rolls through with a big gun of some sort, stands and then blasts away...with the water canon he was carrying.

"Aw jeez, sorry." He didn't mean to blast you really.

Welcome back to Milliways Ben, you have a surprise waiting for you at the bar.

[OOC-Milli-timed to a few days ago in honor of Jack Kirby's birthday]
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[personal profile] covert_bandage
There is only so much one can do when the latest experiment is at the 'allow to cool down to room temperature' stage. Arcade, coincidentally, has only so much patience. Normally it's enough to get him through a day of fruitless lab work, but today...

"You know, this is the first time I found this place in my closet," he says to no one in particular. "If I could get a shot of Old Master, please, and possibly-"

He scowls at the object that appears next.

"I didn't like that thing last time and I approve of it even less now," Arcade says, but that doesn't stop him from taking the three dimensional chess set to a nearby table along with his drink. At least the game has rules; theoretically, he should be able to figure them out well enough to play, either with someone else or on his own...

Go ahead and bother him, he's not going anywhere for a while.
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[personal profile] morethanprops
As Moist walks through the Bar, he shifts from a harried looking man in tweed and glasses to his more comfortable self.

Things are going according to plan and its time to find Urquhart so he can be properly scary.

He smirks as he orders a gin and tonic at the counter and tucks his glasses into his jacket pocket before surveying Milliways, its been almost a week since he was last here.
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[personal profile] forgottenmotley
Trolling Fool is trolling.

He's following people around with a grin on his face. When they turn around he turns around and pretends like he's not. Also he's got a bunch of peanuts in his pocket which he'll occasionally flick at people.

You would think he'd learn from his recent experience getting punched in the face by Red. However if he did that he wouldn't be the Fool, now would he?


Is he trolling you? :O
[identity profile] thegoodeson.livejournal.com
You know how Sam sometimes comes in with that kicked puppy face, and the mun thinks it's adorable? Well, you're in luck, because now he's coming in with an adorably sleepy face. Also, pajama bottoms, because as much as he'd like to meet the people in charge here, he is not planning on breaking that particular rule. No shirt, though. He'd really like a shirt. In fact, once he opens his eyes long enough to register that he's in Milliways instead of his house, he goes shuffling towards the bar in search of fashionable covering. Or, you know, any kind would be nice.

Pardon him if he bumps into you on the way. He's not really fully awake yet.