Dec. 7th, 2012

fireandashesagain: (Hunkered Down)
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There's a very cranky phoenix sitting on the bar.

Why is he so cranky?

Did you know phoenixes molt?

They do.

Even in human form a few feathers fall drift away from him with every movement.

Anyone want a phoenix feather?

Happy Hour

Dec. 7th, 2012 06:49 pm
balancingminds: (soft smile)
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Charles has spent the day in the library reading some old friends of books that he doesn't have in Washington DC as well as some new ones.

The time passed faster than he realized and when he orders a drink, he laughs before starting to go through the drink book. Tonight will be inspired by those he loves.

Specials
Sex Magnet
Over the Rainbow
Alternatini
Share a story of someone who has changed your life for the better and your drink is free.


Then he pours himself a Scotch and waits to see who will arrive.

Tiny tag: Daryl Dixon
(OOC: Charles is listening passively to thoughts, please include them in your narration. Threadhop and enjoy, we made it to the weekend. I'm falling asleep. And closed for new tags, tahnk you for a fun happy hour.
souffle_girlek: (D Rebuilding the barriers)
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So, sometimes you just overhear things. And they're not necessarily bad things, but brains are weird and sometimes they mis-translate words or fill in blanks that aren't there. So there's a reason, a very good reason, why Oswin is in a booth with the universe's most ridiculously decadent chocolate cake, and a little music player blasting Carmen.

Because sometimes you hear things. And some things Oswin can do very well with never hearing again.
notsweetenough: ([art] elevation)
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Somewhere up near the ceiling, a vampire is floating through the rafters. With surprising agility, given her height and the fact that she's got her red axe bass slung over shoulder, Marceline threads her way around the beams, occasionally strumming the bass and humming along to herself.

A few minutes ago, anyone watching the door might have seen her enter from a landscape that looked to be entirely made up of fire. What can she say, the Fire Kingdom is a nice place to jam this time of year.

But if she's at all startled about having stumbled into the Bar at the End of the Universe, or even noticed the change in scenery, Marceline doesn't show it.



[ooc: Open 'til whenever!]