Mar. 22nd, 2013

not_his_pa: (close up not sure)
[personal profile] not_his_pa
He doesn't remember who, but someone mentioned to William that there's a place with punching bags where you can be angry without fighting someone. It took some searching and some help from Bar but he found the gym, which is one of the odder places he's seen. After testing out various things, he found the punching bag, took off his jacket and started on it.

Today was a bad day, where he had to keep reminding everyone in town that actually he is the man of the family and not a boy anymore. It didn't always work, but he couldn't risk getting mad at any of them. If he just keeps punching until his hands hurt then he can go back and not mess too much else up.

When he's tired enough, then he'll go take a nice long bath before heading down to the main Bar with a book for some dinner.

(OOC: Find him in the gym or in the main Bar.)
allthebaconandeggsyouhave: (breakfast food)
[personal profile] allthebaconandeggsyouhave
The front door opens, and four very large boxes on a handtruck come in.

Ron Swanson is moving the handtruck. He divests himself of the boxes and tapes a pre-prepared sign, printed on a computer typewriter, in small letters, to the topmost box.

The sign reads:

TOM HAVERFORD LEFT THIS IN A CLOSET IN THE PARKS AND RECREATION OFFICE PAST THE DEADLINE I GAVE HIM TO REMOVE IT.

HE HAS LOST THE RIGHTS TO THE CONTENTS OF THESE BOXES. THE APPROPRIATE PLACE FOR LIQUOR, OTHER THAN ONE'S OWN PROPERTY, IS A BAR.

THIS IS LIQUOR HE CREATED.

IT IS DAMN FINE LIQUOR. IT IS CALLED SNAKE JUICE. I PERSONALLY ENDORSE THIS LIQUOR.

WHILE ALL YOU REALLY NEED IS MY PERSONAL ENDORSEMENT, THE GUERILLA MARKETING SCRIPT THAT TOM PROVIDED SUGGESTS THAT A PRIME SELLING POINT IS ITS "DOPE AFTERTASTE."

TAKE AS MUCH AS YOU WOULD LIKE. I DON'T CARE.


And with that, Ron pushes his handtruck out of the bar.



[OOC: This is a plot device. You could turn it into a party post if you wanted. Or not! Please see the back room for details.]
ask_the_right_questions: (Default)
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There are three older men in Milliways tonight.

Dr Selvig came in from project pegasus, where he is still getting started on his work with the tesseract. He heads for the bar for a pint.

Alfred Pennyworth is seated at a table, with a glass of scotch.

Dr Epper meanwhile, is seated opposite him reading a dissertation. It seems that the arrival of the easter break has left him with a fair amount of reading to do, courtesy of his students.


At some point during the evening, they find themselves around a table having a discussion about something inane. They'd probably welcome company.

[OOC: 3 pups, 1 mun tag one you may get more!
And end hiatus! Projects are all handed in, nothing to worry about now until exams in a month!]