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[claudiometer]

Claudia has decided that the best way to deal with the immediate situation is to not think about it if she can possibly help it. Staring at the lack of a door and angsting isn't going to make her feel better, and it's probably like that 'a watched pot never boils' thing.
So after breakfast, she leaves ( a note with Bar for Ray. )

And after that, she heads down to the garage, sets up the stereo (now with 100% fewer Lord of the Rings references on her 'work time!' playlist) and starts working on the El Camino again. Long as she's here, she might as well finish the damn thing.

Bartendiiing!

[hey35andholding]

Clementine's barely had time to think lately. One minute it's Halloween - the next she's staring down the barrel at Christmas. She does notices a certain notice on the board and Sends along a quick message to Santa.


Then, she turns toward the specials board and writes this:

Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer
Santa Shot
The Drunken Elf

Mint Oreo Milkshakes

All boys over twenty one may sit on the bartender's knee and tell her what bad boys they've been for a half-priced beer

She's having her first good day in a long time, and it probably shows in her face.

(OOC: Mun is on and alive, though snagging a quick shower before she gets into chat!! May be just a little slow, especially during the Burn Notice finale, but on all night and catching up on backtags!)

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[vance_prime]

It's something of a cliché for pregnant women to be seen knitting baby booties. Alyx, however, never really got into knitting; she prefers more mechanical pursuits.

Such as building robots. Like the little hovering 'bot who's floating a few feet above the table where Alyx is seated.

And who is knitting what appears to be a baby bootie.

...it's probably best not to ask.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls, but subject to slowtime as I'm going to bed early tonight.]

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[the_gene_genie]

He will never understand this place. Time moves in ways it bloody well shouldn't. It's only been twenty minutes since he was last here, only now it appears to be Christmas, if the decorations are to be believed.

He walks to the bar. 'You're tryin' to tell me somethin', aren't you?'

There is no reply. He waits a moment, then sighs. A pint appears.

'Yeah, yeah,' he mutters, and sits himself down. 'I can take a hint.'

And really, while he's dying to get back to work, he's also dreading it. So a delay of a few more minutes won't hurt.



[OOC: 80s!Gene, still pre-S3. Almost directly after his last EP in this timeline. Open for tagging all weekend. Yay holidays! \o/]

Happy Holidays!

[realmrsreynolds]

With Jo freeing Sallie up from bartending, she's taking the time to enjoy the process of decorating around the bar for the holiday season. A wreath over the fireplace, cinnamon brooms in random corners, and of course appropriate amounts of mistletoe.

There is also baking.

Possibly rum cake. And mulled spices in wine...while making...stuff.

Sallie, all flushed cheeks and giggles, may have been hitting the cooking wine a little too hard.

[ooc: twitter said it was a good idea for me to post while finishing off a wine bottle. open all weekend.]

[ooc: off to drug my cat. welcome to my life.]

Don't lean on the front door...

[death_gone_mad]

Leaning on the front door is inadvisable in almost all cases. Especially in Milliways, where the front door can lose its solidity without warning from time to time.

Like now.

A baboon runs through the door as if the door were just a wall of leaves and branches. Following close behind is what can be best described as a lioness. She would be one if it weren't for the two tails and the odd rump spikes. It is known, in the world it just bounded in from, as a shaikahan.

The baboon, confused by the sudden change in environment skids to a stop. Unfortunately for the baboon, the shaikahan doesn't. A swift chomp to the neck ends the baboon's confusion.

The shaikahan has a brief moment of confusion after the kill, though. With her mouth occupied with baboon neck she still manages to say, "Ouwhf. Iff paff," after her confusion disappears.

She's attempting not to get blood on anyone while she is making her way to the fireplace. But it is difficult with the sea of legs and the waitrats with mops and towels harassing her. The rat trying to hold a platter under the limp baboon is especially annoying.

[OOC: This is a much younger, pre-craziness version of Amascut. Be gentle, don't mess with her timeline and she might not try to destroy yours in the future. :) ]

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[areyoumyjolly]

There is a young woman in the bar today who may be looking completely human, but is not.

The fact that she's wearing a thin shift, a pair of thick socks, and a woolly blanket might be an indication, as might be the way she huddles in the big chair by the fireplace with her legs folded under.

They way she watches other patrons with calm, unflinching and rather eerie eyes might be another strong indication.

She is watching the patrons like so many fish in an aquarium: - perhaps not with outright thoughts of eating any, but with an attitude one has towards pretty prey.

Oooh, look, that one is really funny!