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[jack_inthegreen]

Sometimes a god wakes up in the morning feeling fine and frisky and wanting to break something.

On such occasions, it's usually wisest to create instead--which is why the Green Man is at Milliways, looking like mischief and brimming with magic.

He consults with the Bar for a few minutes, and then with a nod and a "Thank you, good lady," goes out to the lake shore with a cornucopia under his arm.

If there's anything an old nature god knows how to do, it's throw a party.




[ooc: Party post under construction open! Please see ways_back_room note for details.]

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[cibopathic]

(Two bacteria walk into a bar. The bartender says, "We don't serve bacteria here."

And the bacteria says, "But we work here. We're staph.")




As of a minute ago, Tony Chu has just left a convenience store with a can of beets.


Tony had no idea there was a bar here. 

"Huh."

If they say the moon is belewe / We must believe that it is true

[death_gone_mad]

Once in a blue moon...

(and such a moon rises today)

You may find the goddess of death and rebirth, the one who in her madness had rejected her title and declared herself the goddess of destruction, using her skills do something other than taking lives. What she is doing looks rather like a game.

Out by the shooting range one target has wandered out on its own away from the other targets to give the red-haired, copper skinned woman who has been introducing herself here as Sarah plenty of room while she walks around, takes a shoot here, jogs, takes a shot there, tumbles, takes a shot, runs backwards, takes a shot.

It is sort of like the game H-O-R-S-E, but with a longbow and a quiver full of arrows.

You may join in if you wish; not everything with her has to be a life-or-death struggle. Not today at least. You don't even have to restrict yourself to archery!

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[gavin62truck]

God grant me the serenity to make it through the weekend without people pissing me off for no reason--

Bar presents Tommy with a note on a napkin.

"Oh, c'mon, again? Didn't I just do one last month?"

Another note. Which he crumples up, gritting his teeth.

"Alright, okay, fine."

And because Tommy is still lazy and has the laziest imagination ever, he repeats his specials for like the billionth time.


SPECIALS

Guinness (Irish dry stout a.k.a. beer)
Bushmills (Irish whiskey)
Johnnie Walker (Scotch whiskey)
Baileys Irish Cream (what it says)

Ladies! Get 50% off any drink if you kiss the bartender!
(location of kiss negotiable)

Kids, animals, bound people drink free
Mixed drinks cost extra


And with that, Tommy hopes for a quiet shift as he leans against the back counter and catches up on some reading. And by reading we mean this week's issue of Sports Illustrated, since he doesn't really do books.


[ooc: omg how are you all amazing? I have no idea, but you are. Open forever but slowtimes are officially in effect!]