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[chime_ra_tilt]

There is a chimera in the bar, today, standing at one of the tables. The hood of his off-white traveling cloak is up, hiding much of his wire-like hair, but not his stone-skinned face. He is poring over a large map showing a largely-featureless land, and is seeking to fill in details from a smaller map of the same area, already partially filled in with hand-measured triangulations and penned-in distances, towns, and landscape features.

An accurate map of the hitherto-unknown outside world would be something useful for Amelia to take home to her father, Zelgadiss figures, when they've done whatever that prophecy of Filia's requires of them.

Every so often, as he considers how best to represent what their travels have shown them of the world beyond the monster race's barrier, he takes a sip from the glass of red wine at his elbow.

Completely botherable.

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[the_lioness]

[ OOM: The fault which lies at Lady Delia's feet ]

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[the_gene_genie]

 
Looks like Mel was true to her word. Gene picks up the badge that's presented to him with his afternoon pint, and weighs it in his hand. It's more like a Sheriff's badge than the ones they get at home, even. Brilliant.

There's a note from Guppy that makes him smile. There's also a note about staff quarters, which he sticks in his pocket. Useful to know, but arguments about living space will have to wait for another time. He pins the badge to his shirt - which, by happy coincidence, is white today - and heads to a table at the back where he can see, and be seen. 

There're one or two bastards he'll be having a word with later. For now, he's got a paper and a pint, and is probably watching you.


[OOC: Open for new tags through tomorrow afternoon.]

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[theresnodoor]

Rachel has a stack of magazines and a seat by the lake. Today's focus on fashion is JC Penney, 1999 to 2019.

She's seen all kinds of clothes in Milliways but the 2012 ads show layering, mismatched patterns, and neon.

"The 80s called," Rachel murmurs to herself, frowning as she turns a page. "They want their bad decisions bac- oh my god, they're selling jeans with holes in them?"




Someone's fashion honor has been horrendously impugned.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's got some decisions to make. Well, okay, sure, she's actually already made them. Well, it. But also, she's really enjoying air-conditioning and ice cream.

The ice cream really helps with the cognitive process.

She is sitting in the rafters, picking splinters of wood out from her jeans. Nobody polishes up here. Occasionally, a drop of ice cream hits the floor below. It's very melty.

multi-pup post

[irish_radical]

Branson still isn't sure how he feels about this bar occasionally showing up in his garage. (Lord Grantham's garage, though Branson does still think of it as his.) He also hasn't yet decided if he's okay with eating or drinking anything here. He doesn't believe in fairies, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

Today he's at the bar with a carburetor laid out in pieces on a towel, very meticulously cleaning each piece with a soft cloth before putting it back together again.


***




Alcide has no qualms about eating or drinking here, and he's got a very large plate piled high with steak and potatoes in front of him, a half-finished pint nearby. He's less happy to be here now that he's seen Northman, but it still has the best damn beer he's ever tasted, so he's willing to overlook that for now.


***




David Posner comes bounding into the bar with a grin, all but bouncing on his feet.

"Stu!" he says as he enters, then realizes where he is.

A brief look of disappointment crosses his face before he goes to the bar, where he's given a glass of champagne and a small cake with, "Congratulations," scrawled across it in sparkling, blue frosting, along with a very cartoonish depiction of the comedy/tragedy masks.

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[bagginsofbagend]

It's a somewhat flustered and exasperated Bilbo Baggins that strides into the bar today.

You see, it's Bilbo's birthday. And while for many people this means cake and ice cream and games with the people you like best, lately Bilbo had found it means trying to placate every branch of his vast family by inviting them all round for tea and then bobbing up and down to serve while they wish him many happy returns and get crumbs in the rugs.

He's almost rather ignore his birthday than continue to put up with this nonsense. Almost.

Fortunately, one of his pantry doors opened to Milliways.

Bilbo now has different plans for his birthday, and they largely involve staying off his feet.

He climbs up onto a stool. "Ale, please," he says and gets out his pipe.


[tiny tag: Gilderoy Lockhart]

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[mostcharmingsmile]

Gilderoy sits at a table with a copy of

The Tales of Beedle the Bard

. When his mind was wiped with that backfiring spell, it took more than just his personal memories. He can't read most of the words, although he can find letters and little words on the pages.

Mostly he enjoys watching the lively moving pictures.

"Oh Babbitty Rabbitty, you're too much," he giggles, and takes a sip of his butter beer.

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[gotham_knocking]

Knox has a much larger pile of newspapers than usual. Newspapers with headlines that mention, in no particular order, Harvey "Two-Face" Dent, Batman, the "Riddler" aka Edward Nygma (really), Tony "Boss" Zucco, Bruce Wayne, the Flying Graysons, and someone called Robin. It's been a busy few months in Gotham, and Knox is trying to make sense of it all.

Because he has a theory.

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: Fear, and then mistrust.

Warnings for discussion of abuse.]

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[moonlight_revels]

[far out of milliways:

I rode a white horse over Uffington Hill
And the moon lit the valley below;
Wolves ran ahead of me scenting the prey
And I followed their tracks through the snow.


In the land of Faerie, Queen Titania requests the conclusion of some trifling unfinished business.

Her new lieutenant, for reasons of his own, is all too happy to oblige.]