Sep. 4th, 2012

vance_prime: (foxtrotting Milliways)
[personal profile] vance_prime
Today we find three patrons, in three different parts of Milliways, each reading a book.

Alyx Vance is seated in a corner booth, reading aloud from a book of nursery rhymes to the not-quite-four-month-old girl in her lap.

Princess Luna is seated on the floor by the fireplace, reading a tome on shapeshifting magic.

And Twilight Sparkle is sitting under a tree outside, engrossed in a Doctor Whooves comic book.

Whether any of them will notice your attempts to interrupt their reading is anyone's guess.
sunbaked_baker: (in her element)
[personal profile] sunbaked_baker
Sunshine couldn't stand it any longer. Her shoulder is still healing, so she's not up to anything that calls for kneading - but dammit, she needs the distraction. Baking has always been her tool for regaining her mental center of balance, for pushing away the dark thoughts that like to occupy her attention. Not being able to bake has driven her nearly to distraction this past week and a half - the lake party had helped a little, but it's not the same.

So there is a baker in the kitchens this afternoon, purple-yellow bruises, bandages and all. There are sticky toffee cakes, dark chocolate-orange-cranberry scones, and maple-pecan pumpkin bars to make.

Tasty smells soon waft out into the bar.
pullsneedles: (the seven needles)
[personal profile] pullsneedles
[OOM: A less than pleasant reunion at Fire Mountain and a coffee break.]

Lucas doesn't particularly like falling but it seems to be happening a lot lately.

At least this time, he manages to land in a body of water. There's a big splash and then the boy surfaces in the middle of the lake, coughing and sputtering.

"Hey, Milliways," he says in recognition before easily treading water to the shore. "Well, at least it wasn't a haystack this time. Or a big white box."

He doesn't know what a refrigerator is but he never wants to see one again for the rest of his life.

Lucas gets to the shore, takes off his shoes and shirt, and begins wringing some of the water out of them. He puts his shirt back on when it's relatively dry and puts his shoes by the back door.

"Can I please get a new pair of shorts?" he asks Bar when he's inside. "I think Boney bit a hole in mine. And I'd like a root beer float with chocolate ice cream, too, please."

Once the shorts come up, he goes to the bathroom to get changed into them. When he comes back, the root beer float is waiting, perfectly fizzy and cold.

Come talk to him! Company is always good.

[OOC: This is the last normal Lucas post. See this backroom post for details.]
scarred_grin: (pyrrha watch)
[personal profile] scarred_grin
[OOM: There's a fine line between sweet and creepy, and this pole-vaults that line and winds up somewhere in 'dude, that's messed up.' The lesson is, don't share a bed with somebody or you might get experimented on in your sleep...]

None of this is Pyrrha's doing, of course; she has no more idea than Weyland does, so don't hold it against her.

She is minding her own business down on the couch, doing some knitting (socks, apparently, red and black striped). The ridiculously tall boots are back, along with fishnets, tiny shorts, a faded Unto Ashes shirt and just enough hairspray that the two paper drink umbrellas she's accumulated so far today are staying put. She's wearing her headphones around her neck, since they won't fit over her hair while she's got the umbrellas in, and anyway it's a bit more social that way.

She's botherable; just don't make her lose count of her stitches.

[open forever]
igetthatalot: (steepled fingers)
[personal profile] igetthatalot
Specials:

Ale
Red wine

Tell the bartender a sufficiently entertaining story
and everything is half off


Varric pulls up a box to stand on so he can be seen over the human-height bar and sets up the specials board for Happy Hour.