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[golden_lyre]

The last few days have been...interesting for Orpheus. Even for Milliways.

He wants to react to it as nonchalantly as he does most things, but he feels a little uneasy about it all. Especially about his own actions. And he doesn't like feeling uneasy.

So, with his collar up to cover his neck, he takes a seat at the bar, setting his guitar aside and ordering a bottle of ouzo and a glass.

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[onceaviking]

Following this, Eric Northman and Orpheus gets a room.

Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own.
I may be straight though they them-selves be bevel.
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown
Unless this general evil they maintain:
All men are bad and in their badness reign.




[NSFW, sex, blood, and rock n' roll, baby. Well, mostly sex and blood.]

[tinytag: Eric Northman]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The door opens. There's a clanking sound.

"Warning. Warning. Sensors indicate this is no longer RobCo property," announces the robot that stumped through.

"It's okay, Jenkins," says Ellen. "I'm aware of the disjunction. Maintain normal function and wipe all the data of this place from your memory banks when we return to RobCo property."

"Command accepted," says the robot, and follows her over to the Bar. Not that it's here to order anything, but the order to follow Ellen around is still in effect, and Ellen wants soda.

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[sky_child]

When Link came downstairs this morning he decided, on a whim, to test the door.

A few minutes and one trip upstairs later, he's dashing out the door in his regular clothes, sword and shield in hand (hoping that he hasn't used the blade so much that it's noticeably dull).

Several hours after that, out by the lake, a large red bird swoops down from the sky and lands. There was a human--or elf, in some people's eyes--riding on its back. The human-elf-person hops off, giving the bird's beak a few friendly strokes before jogging to the bar. He returns with lunch, both for himself and the bird.

You can catch the human-elf-person-kid (who can be called Link if you retain the default naming settings, but who has also been called anything from "you dick" to "Precious*") sitting by his bird, enjoying lunch, or leaning against the bird's side, taking a nap.

* The narration staunchly denies having ever named this character "Precious".

Steve McGarrett/H5-0

[bookemdanno]

Steven walks in as he takes a slow look around. This isn't where he wanted to be! He wanted to be at his favorite hole in the wall place for some Loco Moco. With a heavy sigh he sets down at the bar asking Bar for some hoping that it's as good as the islands. (Almost never anywhere off island is the same.)

After getting it he goes to settle in to a booth with coconut water. Come by to bother him or simply ask what is that you're eating?

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[onceaviking]

There is a pleased vampire in the Bar tonight. He has had two encounters with delicious outcomes after all recently, which always lightens his mood.

He is seated at the Bar with an empty glass and contemplating having another. Looking at people.





[tinytag: Eric Northman]


[OOC: subject to instaslows]

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[sees_them_too]

[OOM: Luna is beginning to get the feeling that her days of flying under the radar may be coming to an end.]

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy reads the napkin she receives this evening over twice, then grins and Cheerfully agrees.

She ties an apron on over her very grand dress and thinks for a moment before writing on the specials board:

Your first drink is compliments of the bartender.

Any takers?

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[missmarybennet]

Mr. Bennet is an extremely territorial man when it comes to his quiet time, his books, and his newspapers. Especially his newspapers. He has no real objection to his daughters reading the news of the day, but the crumpled disorder that this can leave his publications in seems to pain the man’s very soul.

Fortunately, thanks to Milliways, Mary can steal and read them without him ever being the wiser, especially since she always returns them neatly.

Mary has a plate of toast, a glass of orange juice, and the latest issue of The Times fresh from London. According to the headline, France Captures Five More American Merchant Ships.

Botherable.

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[petraarkanian]

 Petra is sitting at the bar holding a regular lether bound journal and talking at the bar about the pen the bar had given her in response to her request.  Her objection to the pen is fairly obvious- rather than a typical ball-point pen the bar produced a foot long, feather capped quill complete with ink well.

"Nothing by halves?  You realize that this is going to make this 'write daily in journal' thing a whole heck of a lot harder right?."

A mint tea appears in response. 

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[sunbaked_baker]

That thunderstorm the other day had kept Sunshine indoors - she'd brought out the big guns, so to speak, and cleaned her rooms to chase away the blues.

Today, though, has been gloriously bright. And Rae isn't one to miss an opportunity.

So there is a baker, in an tangerine-hued tank-top and deep purple jean shorts, flopped unceremoniously on a large rock at the edge of the lake, seeing to the very serious business of soaking in the sunlight.

It's clearly occupying all of her concentration. That, or she's fallen asleep.

The Ghost of Station X, Part 1

[tesla_bot]

In orbit there are five astronauts.

Tesladyne has just heard that they have no communication, no telemetry and no safe way down if they don't receive help within seven hours.

When by the book won't meet the time limit, even NASA reaches for the phone book.

"Robo? Robo, do you read? Robo! Do you copy?"