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[crabbycustomer]

Karkat has decided to call this Operation: Guinea Pony.

Karkat sure is terrible at naming things.

But that doesn't matter. What matters is that Karkat has returned from sneaking in Nepeta's cave to use the alchemiter and he has six plasticky-looking pastel headset things. And a purple robot pony. Well, sort of pony. There's definitely some crab in there too.

He has no idea what he is going to do with this thing.

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[callmemajor]

When Lorne comes into Milliways tonight, he cuts straight through the bar to head up to his cabin, as he usually does. A bit later, he comes back, with his boyfriend, both in their dress blues.

Tugging Jack along by his hand, Lorne makes his way to the bar and asks if they might be able to take over for the evening. Once they have permission, the two of them step behind the bar and spend a few minutes flipping through the book of drinks, until they agree on a few specials. Lorne embellishes the sign with a combination of rainbows and fighter jets, possibly a uniform or two.


Specials

Love Me Tender

Jet Pilot

Army Special

1/2 off bottles of champagne for servicemen and women




Scribbled under this as an after thought are the words, 'Or anyone in love.'


And Lorne fully intends to go on kissing his boyfriend until they have a customer.


[ooc: Happy hour is up until around 9pm PST. Come and celebrate the repeal of DADT!]

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[knowmymethods]

There is a man in Milliways tonight that looks...a little tired. He's occupying a chair too far from the fireplace to be affected by it, hand resting over his eyes and pressing gently on his temples. His waistcoat is unbuttoned, as are the top few buttons of his shirt, and he looks like he has a headache, though probably less actually painful and more annoying.

He ends up with his curled fingers resting against his mouth, staring past the arm of his chair into space as he thinks.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is slouching on a sofa, one long leg slung over an armrest, balancing a coffee on his knee and reading a magazine entitled 'Practical Crossbows' that very much looks as if it came from the Discworld. Of course, crossbows never went out of fashion for diverse niche markets on most Earths, but the broadly grinning troll lady on the cover proudly holding a comparatively small and bejewelled crossbow is probably a good indication for the publication's provenance.-