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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph is hiding a massive yawn when she lifts the tent flap and ducks in - and blinks a few times, clearing sleep from her eyes. That strange moment of figuring out where she is happens, and then she grins, perks up, and makes her way over to the Bar to say hello.

Or, in this case, to have a quick exchange of napkins and an amused smirk when she finally consents to hop over the bar and start chalking up specials on the board.

HAPPY HOUR
If your drink has an X in its name, it's half price.
Or a Z.
Or if it's a really good drink.
Convince me.


No, really, go on, convince her.

Incoming!

[sky_child]

The front door swings open, allowing a certain Hylian youth to come rolling through.

And into a table.

The table and youth are now sprawled on the floor, though the table, being a table, looks significantly less confused about it than the youth.

Tiny Tag: Link (Skyward Sword)

[ ooc: special note to those familiar with his series but not necessarily this particular Link's game--he's dressed like so, without the sword.

5:40 est: vidya gaming now so replies will be slow/sporatic! but still feel free to tag :D ]

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[rabbitworthy]

Despite the fact that he's nearly convinced every patron of this bar is a complete ass, Darius is actually happy to see the place just now. He's nearly finished with his training, and his commanders have been making things harder and harder on all of them.

He could really use a drink.

So he goes to the bar and tries to pretend this isn't still really weird.

"Um...give me something good. Something I've never had before."

He pauses a moment and then adds, "Please."

It never hurts to be polite.

What he gets is not a color he associates with things he wants to put into his mouth, so he picks it up cautiously, holding it up for closer examination.


[ooc: Open forever.]


tiny!tag: Darius (Hunger Games)

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[blowupthefloats]

There's a Munch standing behind the Bar tonight.

Tonight's Specials
Charm City Classic
New York City Model
Kansas City Ice Water

There's a Specials Board up with this list written on it.

When you put the two together, what do you get?

You get Happy Hour (and hopefully the drink you ordered).

A penny gets you in, but it won't get you out

[scarred_grin]

...so long story short, Loki had nothing to do with that chalk graffiti in the hallway upstairs, doesn't even own a pair of roller skates, and in any case will not be going near the tequila again anytime soon. Mistakes were made. Jeez, that was like ten hours ago. Can't we all just move on?

In any case, here she is stretched out on the couch in a look that radiates 'off-duty goth barista, probably also an art student': twentyish, crayon-red streaks in otherwise black-dyed hair, lip-rings through her old scars, big headphones, a t-shirt that never fails to amuse her, tiny shorts, and platform boots that if she were standing would make her six and a half feet tall, but right now just help her take up the whole couch. Oh, and fishnet, since after all she'd invented it TRUE STORY

So yeah, there she is, half-drawing half-writing in a notebook, now and then singing along to the music on her headphones, totally botherable if you're feeling brave.



[tinytags: loki (that norse one)][open forever, though slows will happen at some point]

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[fromadistance]

This is not his bathroom.

Clint frowns, closes the door and opens it again; the possible hallucination is still there.

He's definitely not that tired.

He's also not really -- okay, so he should probably find something to wear other than a nearly-dead t-shirt he refuses to get rid of on principle and boxers, so he pulls the door to, not closing it but almost, and steps into the first pair of pajama pants he finds.

(It turns out to be the Captain America pair. Whatever, they're comfortable, Natasha thinks they're funny and doesn't mind being blamed for their existence.)

Then he opens the door again, thinks what the hell, and steps through.

Well, everything seems the same

[l_is_ryuzaki]

On his first visit back to Milliways in quite some time, L surveyed his area. The Bar seemed the same. The air was a bit fresher, maybe. Other than that, it still felt like his office away from his office.

Still on the hunt for Kira, he comes here to relax. Though, that won't stop him from questioning you about what you know, just because he's on break.
JUSTICE NEVER SLEEPS!

A table full of confectionery treats and leisure delights lies on front of him. Come! Sit! Chat! Be interrogated!

(ooc: My AIM is Jazzadam, but this thread immediately starts in slowtime.)

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[not_his_pa]

Not quite OOM: I got a life that most would love to have
But sometimes I still wake up fightin' mad
At where this road I'm heading down might lead
I guess that's just the cowboy in me

The Cowboy in Me by Tim McGraw

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[gonna_live]

[OOM:

Strap yourself to a tree with roots:
You ain't goin' nowhere.]

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[ellectrical]

It's a nice night – what was a warm evening now taking its time to slip away, so the air is still on the comfortable side of cool, and without much humidity. By now, it's also late enough that the last vestiges of twilight are gone, leaving the stars and the moon. And her.

Elle is few yards away from the edge of the lake, her bare feet walking in small circles through the grass. She's wearing a knee-length black skirt and black sleeveless top, which makes the only thing really visible about her is the electricity. Bright, brilliant blue arcs flash from her arms, sparks snapping over her calves; some of the electricity blasts up into the sky like lightning, as other arcs snap between her shoulders and her elbows, her knees and the ground. The only thunder is the inaudible sound of her heart beating – in the darkness, the burnt tracks her footprints leave are invisible. It's a bit like blue fireworks, far too close to the ground – or a very localized lightning storm.

Her movements are simple – slow circles, her arms just slightly rotating – but have their own sort of grace. Still, they're hidden almost entirely by the light.


[ooc: Open forever.]