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[i_candozat]

The first time the door opens, it slides back as if into a hidden pocket in the wall, revealing a sleep-tousled young man in a rumpled tee shirt (bearing the Starfleet insignia) and underwear, somewhat bleary-eyed and very clearly having just rolled out of bed.

It closes again the minute he's blinked rapidly enough to see that this is not his bathroom, and about three minutes later by the Bar's time standard, opens again to find the same young man in much the same state of relative wakefulness, though he's managed to procure a pair of loose black pants and a shower in the meantime. His head of gold-brown curls is messy but springy from the water, resisting being finger-combed into some semblance of order as he repeatedly drags his hands through it. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Pavel Chekov is not--at least this moment--but give him time to get breakfast and he might be.

A breakthrough, at long last

[venusadept_2]

In Milliways, there are a number of booths.

In one of these booths, there is a man.

In front of this man, there is a book.

This book, to be specific, looks like a translation dictionary. Near it on the table are what looks like a very thin slab of carved stone and a mostly-blank sheet of paper.

Felix is mostly flipping through the book, stopping occasionally to compare something to the slab, or to write something on the paper. It seems to be a slow process.

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[two-to-the-head.livejournal.com]

Corazon drags herself to the bar and collapses on her usual bench. "I want some whiskey and some of those Fancy Lads snack cakes," she says. "Not the frosted ones, just the plain ones." It's been a tough couple of days. Lots of getting shot at. Sometimes with artillery shells.

So now Corazon is engaging in the extremely unhealthy practice of washing junk food down with copious amounts of alcohol. You can bet she'll regret that come tomorrow morning.

Happy Hour!

[scots_wolf]

This is the season when they harvest dates in the orient, and Urquhart is in a mood for fresh dates. They don't travel well, so Westerners usually only know dried dates, but they can indeed be eaten fresh, or half-dried, when they have gone gooshy and are incredibly sweet and tasty.

When he comes to the bar for more fresh dates now, at dusk, Urquhart does get a basket of them, but also a napkin.

Well, he can share the oriental goodness.

He distributes the twigs of dates on the bar, and puts little bowls of mixed spicy nuts, and honey-sesame sweets, in between.


Specials!

Sweet tea with mint
Spicy oriental coffee
Algerian red wine
Arak




Then, he leans on the bar and waits for patrons.-

Cardiobound Pt 1

[crabbycustomer]

Elsewhere in paradox space, we examine another planet, forgotten by time.

But we will strive to remember.

[OOM: Sometimes I think what I need
is a you intervention.

(We only got four minutes to save the world)]

Cardiobound Pt 2

[nepetaleijon]

Weeks in the past (but not many)...



[OOM:

We are wrong to begin with
Even if we are sincere
Truth is just a useful myth
Things are not what they appear

(even babies kill
and the stars are still)]