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[battle_butler]

It's been over two years for Alfred, since he last saw the bar.

Today? Today's the 6th anniversary of the day Joe Chill died, and it's been the same number of years since Bruce Wayne vanished off the face of the earth.



So, today, Alfred can be found seated at a table, with his feet up on the chair next to him, a large brandy on the table next to him and his eyes closed, taking in the smells and sounds of the bar.

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[sidhe_king]

The young man--he's not young nor a man, but that's neither here nor there--who slips behind the bar after getting the note asking him to tend for a few hours is dressed in his habitual all black; after consulting the book of more drinks than he'd care to look through he smiles a moment, and writes a few things up on the board, making the ordinarily white chalk bleed into a series of stained-glass colors while he writes, and they continue to blend and shift after he takes his hand away.

Specials:
Creature of the Night
Devil's Candy
Soul Taker
Epitaph
Ghost

Thus satisfied, he quirks up a small smile and turns back to the bar, playing with a small puddle of salt on a saucer. "Happy hour's up," he calls, pulling up a black hood to cover his equally dark hair as he listens for potential patrons. Failing there being any, he might just start sending the drinks to people at tables.If he's especially bored he might actually use a wait rat to do it.


[OOC: Subject to intermittent slowtimes for a bit while my internet proceeds to faff about.]

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[hadyougoing]

"Nnnh ..."

Ava doesn't feel so good.


Ava doesn't feel so good, and she can't feel her arms.


After a moment's self-interrogation, Ava realizes that it's not that she can't feel her arms; they feel like they're strapped to her sides. She just can't move them.

And her neck hurts.

Then Ava opens her eyes and the floor is a really long way away, and it's also kind of spinny.

"Ohhh my God whazzgoing on ..."


[ooc: Plotlocked.

... :D?]

OOM: NYC

[gavin62truck]

[ [Millitimed to shortly after Kate's return and before Aphrodite's holiday party.]


The continuing adventures of Tommy and Kate in New York City:

Part IV: the Statue of Liberty; emotions.

Previously
Part I: firetrucks and firemen; a library and a poetry lesson.
Part II: hot dogs and giant billboards; but mostly just hot dogs.
Part III: an ice skating lesson; a giant weasel/badger/mongoose/beaver/squirrel thing. (Adult content toward the end of the thread.) ]

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[m_is_for]

 "And Bond?  Never break into my house again."

"Ma'am."

When the door opens revealing the bar instead of her kitchen, M can't help but breathe a little sigh of relief.  After the days she's had--finding out her newly-promoted Double-O had been caught on camera shooting a prisoner and blowing up an embassy, being questioned by a committee that had the cheek to ask her just what assignment 007 was on (as if the word "secret" wasn't rather prominently featured in her agency's title) and then coming home to find said agent in her house...

As she steps across the threshold, she has to muse to herself that she's lucky Bertram is in Geneva for the week; not only would it have been even more concerning if Bertie had arrived home to find one of her agents there, but he would probably suggest tea at the moment, when what she really wants is a stiff drink.

Luckily, Bar appears to be on her side, a glass of bourbon appearing as she nears.  Despite her discomfiture with the place and the idea of a sentient bar, she's grateful to have it.

In another minute, she's seated in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, her coat thrown over the back of the chair and wondering just how much she's sent things sideways by promoting James Bond.  She may need another drink in a moment; the level in this glass has already dropped a bit.

[ooc: heading to bed, but I'm still open for tags!  Will just be absent Saturday night as I'll be out of town.]

Double-pup Post.

[iambetadraconis]

Continuing the mope that started the other day, Rabastan is occupying a table, with a bag of crisps for a snack. And company.

Across from him is Wheel, who is folding paper animals out of yellow paper, and then offering them to the wizard to use his magic on.

Wand in left hand and right hand in the bag, it's having some effect on his mood, what with sight of the paper menagerie gamboling about the tabletop. However, this requires a third party to make or break the scene.

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