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[claudiometer]

"Aww, come on!"
That would be the sound of Claudia finally registering that her door home pulled a vanishing act last night. Normal enough, right?
"Some of us have guitars we'd like to go home and get, you know," she says, before turning away from the space where the door ought to be.
...Okay, for a girl who's barely admitted to anyone here she can play? That's a little unusual.
In any case, if the door won't cooperate, she can always get something that'll do from the Bar. And that's exactly what she does, before settling down in her Cubefall chair by the fire and getting to work.

(OOC: Pretty much subject to insta-slowtime due to work, but I wanted to get Claudia's foot in the plottish door, so to speak. Open till her next post!)

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[the_fairest]

A good cup of coffee. Another point in Milliway's favor.

Especially on the kind of morning Mary Margaret doesn't want to walk downstairs in the apartment and smile yet. Especially when she'd rather be asleep still, than aware of the conversations she had again last night. Especially when she needs to do both, but even more, be at school in thirty minutes from now.





On the other side. On this side? She's going to sip her coffee. Slowly.
Be glad the end of the world has all of the time in the world, too.

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[queenofmay]

Marian is out in the grounds.
Where she can be found a lot lately.

Galloping around the lake just finished.

They're doing a cool down lap back now.

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[the_lioness]

[OOM: First blood.]

EP - Elrond Peredhil (age 6)

[starrydome]

Before this (oom)


The door slams open and a small figure darts across the floor, skidding to a halt just before colliding with a table. He turns quickly, the way you do when there is danger of someone sneaking up behind you. And stares.

It's a child, pale and pointy-faced, dressed in grey and black. The arms are a little too skinny, the skin beneath the eyes is a little too dark. The eyes are far, far too cautious. His age is hard to gauge, in part due to those eyes.

The Bar is clearly not what he expected, judging from the look of confusion and mounting concern on his face. Concern that is slowly edging its way towards panic. 

His hands move across the tabletop behind him and one hand closes on the handle of a used butter knife. 

Come what may - he will be ready for it.



(occ: I was a bit feverish last night and this is the result. This Elrond is a child of six (and although elven children mature faster than human ones, he is still very much a small child in some respects), who has already spent some time in Feanorian captivity.) ETA: open forever!

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[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Juliet moves with as much speed as is seemly and possible as she and Shawn enter the bar holding hands like the two partners in crime that they are.; she's still reeling from Seeing the Chief and Shawn's dad in the bar and hasn't yet broached the fact that both are staying there to her boyfriend.

On her way to a booth at the center back, she drops off two short notes

( One to Agnes Nitt and one to Iris )

They each order a coffee from a passing waitrat, and in the meantime affix another posterboard onto the side of the table, this one with large, crude black block letters hand-printed onto it.

WIN A DATE WITH BURTON GUSTER!!!!!
ASK US HOW!!!!!

She may or may not have shot down Shawn's other idea - which involved them wearing matching teeshirts with the same phrase - earlier.

Botherable!

[OOC: Win a Date With Burton Guster micro-plot begins here! It's not necessary for your pup to have previously signed up for the event to tag into this post and participate, but anyone interested can expect a grilling from a certain passionately attached BFF of Gus'. If you want to tease them for the idea, that's fine too! Two muns, one post - tags answered most of the evening, then into slows! Open 'til Gus' first date with the first lucky victim person begins!]

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[ihavemyflaws]

Kara hasn't been able to stay still today. Her morning jog turned into an afternoon spent in the gym; her afternoon in the gym turned into an evening run.

Face, neck, and bare arms covered in a thin sheen of sweat, she sits at the bar for a glass of water. As dumb as it still feels to talk to the bar, she takes the glass that appears in front of her and lowers her voice to make a second request. She's never been close to Gaeta; they've served together the past two years, were civil to each other, played the occasional game of triad, but that's about it. She's always thought he had a stick up his ass, and who the frak knows what he thought about her. Unlike some people, he never volunteered the information to her face.

But it's hard to get him out of her head: Gaeta, lying there in the infirmary with one frakking leg missing and three and a half more years of experience under his belt. She's not gonna apologize for anything she hasn't done, but by the time she's finished, her tab's higher and she's pretty sure Gaeta will have a free ride for a day or two whenever he's in a position to start asking the bar for things again. "Let's keep it quiet," she advises the bar, voice low. "If you give him a sympathy card with my name on it I will burn you where you stand."

With any luck he won't even notice. He's got bigger problems. But she's done it, and even though she's not sure she'd do it again if she could rewind the last five minutes she's not complaining.

She just trades her empty glass for one full of ambrosia, bright green in the overhead light, and starts drinking.


(ooc: open until it scrolls!)

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[no_vampires_plz]

Even though Twilight was in charge of the post-Allpocalypse Milliways cleanup for weeks on end, the place continues to surprise her. It seems like every time she turns around she bumps into something she's never seen before.

In this case, it's a...well, she isn't sure what it is, aside from a machine of some sort. Maybe it's some sort of fancy phonograph player? With a microphone? Only she can't work out where the records go, or even how to turn it on. None of the buttons on its surface seem to do anything.

Then, just as Twilight is about to get up and get some help to work out this perplexing conundrum, the machine turns itself on and starts blaring some oddly familiar electric guitar riffs.

And Twilight finds herself grabbing the microphone and belting out a rock song.

( Relient K - May the Horse Be With You )

The last chord fades, leaving Twilight blinking in bewilderment. She's still frozen in her last dramatic rock pose.

"...what in the hay was that??"


[ooc: It's a good old-fashioned Evil Karaoke post! Feel free to have your pup react to Twilight's song, get roped into singing themselves, or both. This is not necessarily related to the Plot With Rocks In... unless, of course, you want it to be.]

Tinytag: Pinkie Pie

bartending!

[callipygos]

Who is that floating into the bar in a tiny wrap dress and gladiator sandals? (Gladiator as in these guys, of course, not these. She's a lover not a fighter.)

She's not just in the bar, in fact: She's behind the bar.

SATURDAY SPECIALS

kir royale - champagne, creme de cassis
chocolate martini - godiva chocolate liqueur, creme de cacao, vodka, cream
surprise me - i'll tell you after you taste it

One love goddess, at your service.

[ooc: open until i say otherwise! <3! Awake but doing some weekend work, so apologies for slow! I'm going to say this post is now closed to new tags, sorry sorry.]

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[missmarybennet]

[OOM: While one's relatives might be familiar, they are still a constant source of mystery.]

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[phonomancer]

[OOM: What is life apart from memories
Or dreams and friendships we have known?
]

It should trouble David Kohl far more than it does, that his front door seems to have become a portal to the alcohol at the End of the Universe twice in a row.

It should, but he's got other far more pressing things on his mind.

Things like... why the hell is his memory of a night 10 years ago different this morning to how KwK remembered it the night before?

It might be morning and he might have only just got up, but a double vodka and coke is the first order of the day.

There's a phonomancer thinking intently at his drink in a booth.

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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM: What's a tea party without feather boas, apple pastries, princesses, and dragons? A very boring tea party, that's what. Good thing Ambergeldar's got them in spades.]