Jun. 11th, 2012
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monkeys_arecoolIf you happen to be watching the Front Door it suddenly changes into a large sewer pipe, out of which slithers an alligator. The alligator stops, shock clear in its eyes and its dropped jaw. Please don't start screaming, things aren't as the seem.
Welcome to Milliways Beast Boy.
Welcome to Milliways Beast Boy.
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Jun. 11th, 2012 01:08 pm1nv1nc1bleThe door opens and a young costumed hero that's been seen here before walks in. He pauses in the doorway, looks around, then mutters, "Heck with it." He walks to the bar, a sour expression on his face. "Can I get a Coke float?" he asks. "With chocolate ice cream?"
Bar provides, with whipped cream and a cherry on top. Invincible smiles, briefly. "Thanks."
His father was just abducted by aliens and someone is kidnapping kids from his school and turning them into walking bombs. Invincible's not having the best day.
Bar provides, with whipped cream and a cherry on top. Invincible smiles, briefly. "Thanks."
His father was just abducted by aliens and someone is kidnapping kids from his school and turning them into walking bombs. Invincible's not having the best day.
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Jun. 11th, 2012 01:22 pmmightbeawizardThe mun is bored and so is the pup.
So! April's hanging out in a booth, futzing with her T-Minus (springtimeSarcasm for those in the know) and sucking down coffee from an obscenely large mug to her left.
So! April's hanging out in a booth, futzing with her T-Minus (springtimeSarcasm for those in the know) and sucking down coffee from an obscenely large mug to her left.
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Jun. 11th, 2012 04:11 pmrabbitworthyDarius is getting to the end of his training. In a few weeks, he'll actually be a Peacekeeper and find out where he's going to be spending the next few years, possibly the next twenty years.
Which means things are getting pretty damn serious at home, which means, he's pretty damn glad to find the crazy bar he's not entirely sure isn't some sort of Capitol experiment yet.
He heads up to the bar to see if he can't, maybe, get some more of that max cheese or whatever it was called. Instead, he gets a napkin asking him to tend bar.
"Um...okay?"
District Two is as strict as any other district about alcohol consumption, so he has pretty much no experience with bartending, but he'll try anything once.
He considers the specials board for a long moment before scribbling out:
Specials
Anything I don't have to look up.
Which means things are getting pretty damn serious at home, which means, he's pretty damn glad to find the crazy bar he's not entirely sure isn't some sort of Capitol experiment yet.
He heads up to the bar to see if he can't, maybe, get some more of that max cheese or whatever it was called. Instead, he gets a napkin asking him to tend bar.
"Um...okay?"
District Two is as strict as any other district about alcohol consumption, so he has pretty much no experience with bartending, but he'll try anything once.
He considers the specials board for a long moment before scribbling out:
Anything I don't have to look up.
the_huntsmanOnce upon a time, in an unfamiliar wood, there walked a Huntsman. He was strong, and brave, and though the wineskin at his belt was empty, he was still in good spirits. There was a young hind slung over his shoulder - enough to feed him for a few days, and he'd likely get a good amount of coin in the market for her skin.
Of course, that all depended on whether he could find his way back to the market. He could swear he knew these woods like the back of his hand, and yet somehow, the trees had changed. He hadn't turned himself around, ended up in the Dark Forest - there was too much light for that. Nonetheless, he was not in the forest he knew. Cautious, the Huntsman shifted the animal slung over his shoulder, right hand curled tightly around the handle of his axe. There were two smaller throwing axes slung across his back, and a pouch full of knives at his belt. He was well-armed, should he run into any trouble.
Coming out of the treeline, the Huntsman blinked. There was no lake near the castle, none so clear and blue as this. As the Queen's power had grown, so the country around had suffered for it. He could barely remember the last time he'd seen so much green. Squinting in the sunlight, he walked towards the building he could see not far from the edge of the lake. Perhaps it was an inn, somewhere he could ask for directions. Leather creaked as he tightened his grip on his axe, pushed the door to the inn open with the toe of his foot.
"Hello?" He called out, poking his head into the Bar.
[ooc: Tiny!tag: The Huntsman (SW&TH)
The Huntsman from Snow White & The Huntsman, making his first entrance.
Aaaaand we have slowtime. New threads welcomed, but bed beckons me I'm afraid!]
Of course, that all depended on whether he could find his way back to the market. He could swear he knew these woods like the back of his hand, and yet somehow, the trees had changed. He hadn't turned himself around, ended up in the Dark Forest - there was too much light for that. Nonetheless, he was not in the forest he knew. Cautious, the Huntsman shifted the animal slung over his shoulder, right hand curled tightly around the handle of his axe. There were two smaller throwing axes slung across his back, and a pouch full of knives at his belt. He was well-armed, should he run into any trouble.
Coming out of the treeline, the Huntsman blinked. There was no lake near the castle, none so clear and blue as this. As the Queen's power had grown, so the country around had suffered for it. He could barely remember the last time he'd seen so much green. Squinting in the sunlight, he walked towards the building he could see not far from the edge of the lake. Perhaps it was an inn, somewhere he could ask for directions. Leather creaked as he tightened his grip on his axe, pushed the door to the inn open with the toe of his foot.
"Hello?" He called out, poking his head into the Bar.
[ooc: Tiny!tag: The Huntsman (SW&TH)
The Huntsman from Snow White & The Huntsman, making his first entrance.
Aaaaand we have slowtime. New threads welcomed, but bed beckons me I'm afraid!]
