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[kaabii]

That terrible, rotten, no-good puff who's been eating everybody's food is back!

Trying to be good, though--not looking at anyone's food, not trying to eat anything that looks good--see? He's getting better! He even floats up to the bar counter to order his own food. The issue is, bar seems to have other ideas for him?

He almost falls off the edge of the bar when a full sized cake suddenly appears. He stares at it with curiosity and wonder. It has candles on it! A birthday cake? He stands on the tips of his toes to read what might be written on top.

"Happy Birthday, Kirby!" it says

"Poyo!" Kirby says.

Someone might want to tell him to blow the candles out instead of standing there waving his nubs happily.

[ ooc: It's Kirby's 20th Anniversary today! Kirby's Dream Land was released today in Japan in 1992. :D ]

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[realmrsreynolds]

[OOM in the Staff Wing:

"And that's why you're the schmoopiest."]

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[cbucsrule]

[ She looked great by firelight.

And even better in room 12 the next morning. ]

Plot With Rocks In: the kickoff

[not_elvish]

Sometime yesterday, Imp lost track of his harp. You'd think it'd be the sort of thing that would be easy to keep track of - and indeed he did; that's the only reason he left it unattended.
In any case, he's looked everywhere he can think of, and is currently checking the Lost and Found box. There's no trace of his harp there, either - but his hand does catch what seems to be a guitar neck
(this fire grows higher)
and, almost without really registering what he's doing, he pulls it out.
It is a guitar, at least loosely speaking; it looks more like someone put some strings across a block of wood
(this fire grows higher)
and then slapped a chalk mark on it, for no apparent reason. And yet, he can't shake the feeling he's seen it somewhere before.
(this fire grows higher)
That should possibly worry him, as should the fact that it seems to be making noises of its own accord; guitars just don't do that. But beggars can't be choosers, and he's got a song to finish, and something about it
(this fire grows higher)
feels inexplicably right for the job. So he takes it, and takes it over to the table where his notebook is, and starts working.

Well. He tries to, anyway, but that's not what ends up happening.
What comes out instead isn't a bit like what he was working on - but it's catchy.

(OOC: And with this, Plot With Rocks In is a GO. Feel free to just leave reaction tags or thread (with Buddy or with each other) under this post, and above all, HAVE FUN.)

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[blowupthefloats]

Walking into Milliways tonight, Munch breathes a sigh of relief that it doesn't look as trashed as it did before. Apparently the whole "universe ending" thing was a one-off deal.

Thank God.

After dealing with the SoHo rapist, the public vigilantes and the Amanos' drama, Munch definitely feels like he needs a break. But instead of getting the beer he requested Munch instead gets a napkin-note.

"Oh, come on, seriously? Can't you ask anybody else?"

Another napkin, another note.

"Look, I'm sorry that I haven't been around lately. But I don't really have control over when or where my door shows up."



"Fine. Go take your break, honey."

A few minutes later Munch is standing on the other side of the Bar for Happy Hour, the Specials bar up behind him:

Tonight's Specials
SoHo Girl
SoHo Sunset
SoHo Twist

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[areyoumyjolly]

The population of the lake is, once more, up one mermaid today.

Tamara is perched prettily on a rock not far from the shore, and watching the silly little shore-dwellers go about their little business, smiling at them all the while.

Or about them.

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[luvs_yogurt]

 [oom: In an attempt to finally force himself to talk to Emma about what happened, Michael followed Mary Margaret Blanchard through the Storybrooke door - but then found himself in the back room of Carlito's. When he yanked the door back open to go back to the bar - he went straight from the the frying pan and into the fire... literally, right into a structure fire.

Lucky for him, it was in New York City and Truck 62 was on the call.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

On a table near the trilobite tank, Guppy is helping Fry with his homework, and having a debrief.

"You must never put anything in the cement mixer." Guppy is saying as he cuts out a picture of a walrus from a sheet.

"What about cement?" Fry asks.

"The builders are allowed to put things in the cement mixer, you are not." Guppy says. "It's dangerous. And expensive."

Come join them!

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[oneman_onevote]

Havelock Vetinari makes his way down to the bar with creditable quiet and discretion for someone still with his hands tied behind his back. He is fully dressed, but not at all tidily - his shirt is only halfway buttoned, his shoes are undone, and he isn't wearing socks.

To be honest, he could probably have taken the time to undo the bindings holding back his hands, but that's not really the point - besides, taking care of the booby traps on the door, and the locks after that was excellent practise.

He relaxes marginally once he gets into the more heavily populated area of the bar proper - which is downright strange for him - but it's a reasonable point to end the full stealth scenario.

He slides calmly sideways into a booth, and starts patiently unpicking the silk ties around his wrists.

(Now time isn't an issue, he doesn't have to dislocate anything!)

...

Botherable?



[OOC: LOVELY PEOPLE. Alas, it is past 3am, and I must collapse in a tragic heap and go to sleep. I will tag up tomorrow! <3!!!]