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[smallgayjew]

David has taken to using Milliways as a means of escape from his studies. It's not that he doesn't still find them fascinating; it's just that...well, there's so much to be doing. It never quite seems to end, and there are times when he desperately wants it to.

Those are the times he makes a deliberate effort to end up in Milliways, though he never seems to actually use his time here to catch up on what needs catching up on. Instead, he takes a book of collected poems by whoever he's currently reading (Thomas Hardy again, just now) and gets a cup of tea and settles into a corner booth somewhere.

Which is where he can be found today.

***



Orpheus is outside again, enjoying the sunshine and strumming a lazy (and overly affectionate) hymn to its provider. He wouldn't mind a bit of company, divine or otherwise.

***



Alcide is happy to find himself here when it's not actually the full moon, and he's very much enjoying the weather, laid out in the grass out back, sunning himself with his shirt off. (It's draped over a bottle of beer he got from the bar to attempt to keep it cool.)

***



Darius comes in today in his dress uniform (which isn't much different to his regular uniform, except that it's cleaner and has a jacket). He's got an official-looking document in his hand, and he's frowning bemusedly down at it, not quite sure what to make of these particular orders.

He takes them to the bar and settles in to read over them again, during which time a lemonade appears on the bartop, and he picks it up, sipping absently.



[ooc: Multi-pup post to celebrate mun's return home! Please let me know who you're tagging. :)]

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[bornuntotrouble]

[Out of Milliways: “You can take the reins. It wouldn't do for a terrifying bounty hunter such as yourself to be seen being driven around by a woman.”]

This was supposed to be the Armadillo general store.

But, John supposes, it's good enough.

"Don't suppose you got some feed back there, do you?" he asks Bar. "Or maybe some lunch?"

Bar, it turns out, has both.

"...haggis. Of all the culinary options the end of the universe has to offer, you give me haggis."

PROBLEM, JOHN?

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[crabbycustomer]

[OOC: OOM: A letter, dispatched to the void.]

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[gryphon_leaper]

[Out of Milliways: The first month.]

They have been at it a good five weeks now, training for the bull-dance in every possible way save the most important. Taking the live bull comes in the final month of training; there is only the Bull of Daidalos until then. But there was watching, today, and that was very nearly as good as the real thing, especially since it was the Cranes who were in the ring. Their whole team has lasted months now and not one dancer has died, a thing unheard of in living memory. One day, Thalestris is going to learn their secret. One day.

For now, the dance is much on her mind, and so she is not really looking where she is going as she practices her forward hand-springs. She comes up in the Bar instead of the Bull-Court, and looks around herself blinking; then she shrugs, and takes a run at one of the tables, planting both hands and vaulting over it quite easily to come down near the Bar proper.

Perhaps- perhaps- she can find a stool or something of that sort to turn over and- no, none of the chairs or stools here are built soundly enough to stand in for a bull's horns, curse the luck. Then again, there's always outside... well, she shall see.

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[golden_lyre]

Sun-warmed and satisfied, Orpheus makes his way back into the bar after an afternoon in the great outdoors. When he stops at the bar for a drink, he receives a request he's only too happy to grant. He's even feeling happy enough that he flips through the big book of drinks to find something appropriate for his specials, quickly scribbling out the notice.


1/2 off specials

Tequila Sunrise

Suddenly Daylight

Summer Sunset

Non-alcoholic: Raspberry Lemonade

Free drinks if you order in (decent) song.


What? He's not expecting perfection; he just doesn't want his ears to bleed.