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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus has a small stack of envelopes with him when he comes in today. He heads straight for the bar and sets them on top. “Could you make sure everybody gets these?” he says, smiling as they disappear.

Inside each envelope is a card. And on the back of each card is a note.

( Apollo )

( Demeter )

( Steve Rogers )

( Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter )

( Urquhart )

( Huntsman )

Once that is settled, he orders himself a beer and a sandwich.

And then, after a moment’s thought, he says, “Actually, could you get me an extra key for my room?” For reasons, you see.

When it appears, the key fob is decorated with a very cartoony rendition of Captain America, and Orpheus rolls his eyes. “Cheeky.”


tiny!tag: The Huntsman

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[the_lioness]

[OOM: Burden of Proof ]

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[notinthebook]

 Well, the day could have gone better.

Maybe she's not exactly proud of the way she'd acted at work, but Graham hadn't seemed keen on talking, and she sure didn't feel like she had much to say to him, so it was what it was, and now it's over, and she can at least not worry about it for a few more hours.

...Ish.

Honestly, the night in -- Chinese food, ice cream, and chick flick -- with Mary Margaret helped more than she'd be willing to admit out loud...but now the food is in the fridge, the ice cream is gone, the movie's over, and Mary Margaret is in the bath, nearly pushed there by Emma, who'd then glanced through the linen closet looking for anything containing the words "lavender" or "aromatherapy" before handing them through the slightly-cracked bathroom door and ordering the occupant to stay, dammit, and relax.

The problem, of course, is that leaves her at loose ends, and she hates loose ends.  Being there gives her a distinct and unwelcome sense of instability.  She needs something to do, someone to talk to, something to think about that isn't the sadness in Mary Margaret's eyes or the guilt in Graham's.

Well...she pauses in the door to her room, considering.  There's one errand she'd put off last night, but she may as well get it done, right?  It's something to do that isn't going back downstairs and raiding the takeout leftovers.  Slipping on black ankle boots and a light, loose black knit sweater over her tank and jeans, she grabs the envelope on her bedside table and heads back into the hallway.

"Open sesame," she says, and a glint of light shows through the crack of the linen closet door.

Inside, she makes for the bar, puts the wad of cash down.  "Okay," she says.  "Here's five thousand.  Go ahead and put a thousand on my tab, a thousand on Mary Margaret's, and put the rest on Michael Westen's, will you?  Maybe this way he won't get himself killed in another universe scraping together rent."

The money disappears, replaced by a note that Emma reads, before giving the bartop a skeptical look.  "Do I look like I care if he wants it?  Just don't say where it came from."

A receipt.  She glances over it, and then pockets.

"And one more thing.  While I'm here, go ahead and blow some of that tab for me.  One bottle of Johnny Walker, blue."

[OOC: Slows will be necessary.]

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[the_gene_genie]

 
Gene only came down for a pint. He gets a napkin instead.

'...no.'

And another one.

'There has to be another way I can pay for-'

And another. He screws it up in his hand, and clenches his fist on the bar-top until it turns white.

'At least give me something to do.'

A box appears, then Bar promptly shuts herself off. Gene stays still for a moment, vibrating with anger, then stalks behind the counter. As ever, he ignores the specials board. He starts going through the box instead - it's not Lost Property. It contains...gadgets. An iPhone, an iPad, a laptop, a digital camera...the list goes on. He lays everything out, and stares at it, perplexed.


'Bar's open.'



[OOC: Mun is having the worst of days, so bartending's up six hours early as a distraction. Open for new threads all through the weekend. Go nuts. Please.

Calling it a night. Thanks so much for the threads, people! I've loved them all. Still open, if anyone wants in - I'll just be picking everything up tomorrow now, is all. <3333]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve comes into the bar with a slightly-larger-than-usual number of packages under his arm.

( Urquhart )

( Alexander )

( Ellen Park )

When he stops at the Bar to deliver the packages, there's an invitation waiting for him, which he reads with a smile before he tucks it away in his jacket.

He orders his usual enormous meal (hey, if your body had a metabolism four times faster than average, you'd be hungry a lot, too) and takes it to a booth. Eating, drawing, maybe chatting with old friends or making new ones...sounds like a lovely evening to him.

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[balancingminds]

Things are progressing with Cerebro and Erik, not as fast or as easily as Charles would like but he'll take what can be done. When he finds a door instead of the office he was given, he smiles and goes to get some tea before sitting down.

He has various plans and notes about Cerebro, a couple of science journals that he's behind on or doesn't normally get a chance to read, a notepad, and a pot of tea.

There's something satisfying about having the time to focus and work for a while and he loves the background of Milliways' thoughts.

(OOC: Charles is listening passively, the thoughts of Milliways are mixing with the sounds of conversation. Please include your character's thoughts, emotional state in tags. If there's something that would prevent Charles from reading your character's mind, please include that as well. Thank you. This is open all weekend. I made it through my new job orientation!)

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[sees_them_too]

Luna Lovegood comes barreling into Milliways, casting a quick spell over her shoulder to close the door behind her again. Sheer momentum carries her well into the bar before she skids to a stop. Grabbing the nearest available chair back (not paying much mind at all to whether said chair is occupied or not) she doubles over a bit trying to catch her breath.

She was not expecting Milliways, that’s for certain. Luna had been heading for the girls washroom around the corridor from the library. But Milliways will do. It’s safe enough to rest here before venturing out again and pretending that nothing is amiss.

She hopes that the others have gotten away clean. Thank goodness for Dobby. If he hadn’t arrived and warned them, Umbridge would have all of Dumbledore’s Army cornered in the Room of Requirement right now.

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[wolfinsheclothing]

Bar stools are great. Whoever came up with them was a genius. Because you can sit on a bar stool without having to worry about your tail getting squished up against the back. Which is important when you have a tail like Holo's. It's far too lovely to squish.

So she sits, perched forward on her stool, an oversized trenchcoat not nearly long enough to hide the happily swishing bunch of fur. It hides most other things, though, which is good, since the way it sits on her thighs suggests that she may not have anything else on underneath it. Because, really, this human clothes business was silly. If it were cold inside, perhaps she would see the point, but as it was? The fabric is just scratchy and uncomfortable and she does't want any more of it than she has to have to follow the rules.

Not that she dwells on that. She's far too busy stuffing her face. The plate in front of her already has five or six apple cores lying on it, and another half-dozen whole apples. Which, given the rate at which she's devouring the one in her hand, are probably not long for this world.

Every so often she has to pause and cough a few times. She's still not good at this whole "chewing" thing. Yet another of those frustrating human inconveniences.

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[abitofawildman]

The only things Bumi dislikes more than the Security Intel coming out of Republic City are the meetings he's forced to go to in order to discuss the Security Intel coming out of Republic City.

It's not just that the meetings themselves are boring, but that they're also essentially useless. There's nothing the United Forces can do without an official declaration from the City Council, and for some foolish reason they're steadfast in the idea that military intervention is unnecessary. That this is an internal mess that they can handle themselves.

"Idiots," he grumbles as he loosens his scarf on his way back to the Officer's Quarters for some downtime before dinner. "By the time they get their heads out of their asses the intel we have now will be no damn good."

He opens the door to what should be his room, and finds Milliways. Bumi turns and looks behind him to make sure the hallways is clear before stepping through and closing the door behind him.

"Don't mind if I do."
If anyone needs Bumi, he'll be at the bar.

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[a1enzo]

Enzo comes in and gives Bar a batch of pop-up windows for all his friends. A similar notice is posted on (which is to say, placed hovering next to) the bulletin board.

( You are invited... )

Then he settles at a table with a binary burger and fries. Botherable.


[OOC: If you think you're invited, you're invited! If you don't think you're invited but want to come anyway, knock yourself out, it's a public beach!]

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[no_vampires_plz]

[Millitimed to the end of July: Twilight, Mia, Link, Tyler, and Julie go on an Epic Quest, involving evil flowers, smoldering carpets, arthropod mandibles, and Australian sheep.

And later, after they've all gone back home... maybe Twilight should be worrying about the future, after all.

No spoilers, but plenty of foreshadowing.]