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[sunbaked_baker]

If you smell pie as you enter the bar this evening, it's not your imagination. One of the central tables is laden with pies. Pumpkin pies, pumpkin cheesecakes, sweet potato pies, apple pies, apple-caramel pies, cherry pies... so many different kinds!

And there's a familiar baker sitting nearby, and a little sign:

Pies for sale, just in time for Thanksgiving!
Buy or order yours today!
Pumpkin
Pumpkin cheesecake
Apple
Apple-Caramel
Cherry
Cherry-Apple
Cranberry Tart
Pecan
Chess Pie
Other kinds by request

$15 per whole pie
$2.50 per slice

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[crabbycustomer]

Karkat knows perfectly well that if he wants to get anything accomplished on a project he should hole up somewhere and turn off Trollian. He only works on things in public so he has the pleasure of grousing about being hassled while he's busy. Today he is applying that technique to his ongoing screenplay.

He is not actually banging words into his laptop at the moment; instead he has a largish holographic display set up and is studying it, occasionally moving symbols around. It looks a bit like this, although his version is still in progress.

He's...

What the fuck is he doing, exactly?

(Signed in as always under carcinoGeneticist, 626262)

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[seat_five_girl]

Ako is at a table with her T-Minus handset and set of Nik-L-Nips topping up the slime reservoir. In the process she may have accidentally turned it on and started a chat with someone at random.

Sorry!

OOC: Ako is trackedTraumate [TT] with a hex code offf6600.
I am dashing off to calisthenics, but the post is open until it scrolls.

Happy Hour!

[student_of_impossibility]

Tavi is, perhaps surprisingly, not having anything specific to do today when he walks into the Bar. He settles for a hot bath--the one luxury he cannot quite let go of when he gets a chance, and idly wanders down to the Bar to investigate for some food and drink.

And lo and behold, as he is about to order, a napkin turns up. He glances once, and smiles a little before bowing amusedly at the Bar. "Always happy to serve, m'lady," he says with honest cheerfulness and a little bit of cheeky humor.

(If he vaults over the Bar before consulting the Book o' Drinks for a few ideas, well, he's actually relaxing today.)

Happy Hour
Spiced Apple Cider (hard and non-alcoholic)
Shipyard Pumpkinhead Ale
Black Bird Cider

Half-off sweetmeats as well

With a satisfied smile, he settles back to tend. "Happy Hour's open!" he calls out.

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[birdofkirkwall]

Hawke's in the bar tonight, hunched over small stacks of paper and coins as she writes on the former of the two in sharp, small writing. Elsewhere, and on other sheets, if one is inclined to look, is a larger, more blocker hand scrawling across pages of notes and numbers.

RED HARED LOWD 1 WANTS HELP IN BARRACKS
KNIFEERS CAME LOKIN FOR YOU
PIRAT WONTS TO DRINK WIT YOU AT HANGED MAN

Fisting a hand in her hair, the woman begins meticulously transferring the old notes to new sheaves of parchment.

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[thinksincurves.livejournal.com]

Fade found a horse in need of shoeing when he wandered into the stables. As he knew how to shoe a horse and knew that a horse with bad shoes could be dangerous for both horse and rider, he'd taking the animal to the forge and set about making a new one. He banged at the iron shaping it with quiet, intent, purpose. He's intent enough that it looks like he won't notice anyone coming in.