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[always_the_moon]

When Princess Luna of Equestria walks up to the Bar today, she is presented with an envelope. Intrigued, she opens it and reads its contents.

...oh.

Oh dear.

She really needs to come to Milliways more often.

The Princess excuses herself, and returns in short order with an envelope of her own, along with a bottle of Cavalier sparkling wine, both of which are deposited with Bar.

( Dearest Kanaya Maryam... )

With that, she settles down by the fire with her own glass of wine.

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[scurlock]

The last few days, since Christmas Eve, have been strange - he's felt as if he were detached from the universe a bit, moving through Milliways and his daily routine (up early to work with the horses, breakfast, the afternoon spent either in the stables or elsewhere on the grounds, then supper and time spent either in the main bar or in his staff apartment) on autopilot. (Or, as would be more fitting - like a ghost.) And with the New Year's holiday rapidly approaching, he's making an effort to busy himself with chores and tasks, in an attempt to keep his mind off of things. (It's a rather poor coping method, but one he's nearly perfected over the years.)

Doc enters the bar from the staff hallway tonight, freshly showered and his beard neatly trimmed - much needed after having taken Lionheart out for an extended ride earlier that evening through the snow-covered woods. Stopping by the Bar, he receives a pound of coffee with his order (from Sariel; he pens a thank-you note and asks Bar to make sure she gets it) as well as a ticket (from Guppy; he selects the 'donate livestock' option) and he gets the promised cupcake in return.

"Give the cupcake t'the next young'un who comes up t'order from you," he says, patting the counter - the frosted treat vanishes. "And if you'd please, I'll take an order of biscuits with gravy, an' a side of grits. An' a piece of ham, if y'would, Bar."

He takes his 'dinner' at the counter, and once he's finished, he retreats to the back porch with a bottle of bourbon (Bulleit) and a pack of hand-rolled cigarettes. He strikes quite the figure, stretched out in a rocking chair, heavyweight black duster layered over a more-modern hooded sweatshirt, jeans and boots. There's an extra (empty) glass sitting beside the bottle on a small endtable; his gloved fingers are wrapped around the other, with a lit cigarette resting between his lips.

It may be cold out back tonight, but it helps to draw his focus away from his thoughts, if only for a moment.


[OOC: Catch him either inside at the counter or outside with the bourbon; open through the weekend to new tags.]

Buy Your Presents on Boxing Day and Travel Back in Time to Deliver, That's the Ticket!

[seat_five_girl]

You know what happened Christmas Eve? Presents being left with Bar-san.

( Rachel, Jordan Kennedy, Sarah Black, Corazon Escobar )

( To Enzo Matrix )

( To Karkat Vantas )

Everyone also gets a Christmas cracker that makes a snap when you pull it apart and has a paper crown in it because those are fun.

All wrapped courtesy of Ako's present sylladex with the code sniped off and a more conventional tag attached. The management takes no responsibility for symbolism that may occur in the wrapping.

But that was days ago. Right now Ako is sitting by the fire paging through her present from Enzo trying to figure out how much of the story is added to make the comics sell and how much of it is a family tendency to run towards the sound of disaster.

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[mnr_splinter]

"Hmmm," says the man as he peruses his cards. His is not the best of all possible hands, but he's determined to make the best of them. After all, what kind of ninja would he be if he couldn't make the absolute best of a questionable situation?

Still...formulating a plan takes time, and so he'll need to stall.
Thankfully, there's tea to sip.

Surely a son wouldn't begrudge his father a nice calming sip of tea.

...

Or four.