Conversations With Dead People

[itrunsinthefamily]

(OOM-ish:

I'd do anything for you.

Millitimed to tomorrow night; posting now Just In Case.)

(no subject)

[actualdetective]

Investigators investigate, that's what they do. When things don't make much sense, a trained investigator looks into it, uncovers clues, analyzes the situation and finds the sense. And Carlton is a trained investigator. And that's why he's letting O'Hara lead him back through this doorway.

[OOC: On slow time and possibly no-time thanks to Hurricane Sandy. Everybody stay safe!]

(no subject)

[youngest_dragon]

 (OOM:  A door opens, and a small dragon slips out into the mist.  Elsewhere, a young man stops fighting, and lets himself walk to the forest.)

tinytag: Skysong

(no subject)

[valiantrebel]

Though inborn talent helps, no skill was ever won without practice. Harry knows that well enough, and it's made him very good with the sword. Applying it to other areas of his life, however, is not so much unachievable as... frustrating. Harry Percy is not good with being frustrated. He is, however, making a concerted effort not to let his temper get too explosive whenever the topic of marriage comes up.

It's tiresome to think on it all the time, though. He's grateful when the Bar appears, and as soon as he makes his way to the counter, a note materializes, along with a small sign. Harry frowns, and picks them both up. "What's this?"

I'm helping, says the note.

The sign reads I NEED PRACTICE TALKING TO GIRLS.


[[tinytag: harry percy (hotspur)]]
ooc: open until whenever!

(no subject)

[no_more_hiding]

 Two different people, aside from himself, have noticed Charles missing and at least one search attempt (that he knows of) failed to find him. Hank is getting worried and frustrated as he doesn't really know this place and so doesn't really know where to start looking.

The atmosphere of the Bar has changed as well, making focusing challenging but it is still better than outside with all the mist. If he weren't a man of science, Hank would say something spooky is going on. He just doesn't have enough facts to make conclusions so he'll sit here at a table eating chick noodle soup and try to think this through.

[OOC: Running to lunch but I will be back soon.]

Happy Hour

[mighty_avenger]

Carol was only trying to be helpful when she blasted the door down and she did try to fix it, but she's really much better at engine repair than carpentry. The door is at least back on it's hinges, sort of, though it's possibly a bit lopsided, and the doorknob is definitely bent—but if you thump it, then turn it with enough force, it still works.

Really, it shouldn't come as surprise when a napkin from Bar pops up in front of her.

"But I fixed it!"

Another napkin.

"Okay, fine. But no booze."

Carol barely pauses to contemplate her specials.


Specials

Root Beer
Root Beer Float
Bacon Cheeseburger


It's always best to keep it simple.



[ooc: Okay, though the storm rages on I still have power, but if I disappear suddenly, it's gone, and I'll pick threads back up whenever I can!]

[ooc: And I'm calling it a night. Thanks for the threads, everyone! I will hopefully be back in the morning to tag up on slows.]

(no subject)

[ellectrical]

[not-so-oom:

I said don't worry, it's not gonna hurt
Oh, my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt
That's why you sleep with one eye open

warnings for violence and slenderplot.]