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[unglitched]

So up until Karkat sent her out to the forge last week, Vanellope hadn't really been out behind the Bar at all. And at that point, she was too preoccupied to actually, y'know, look at anything out there.

Today, she's remedying that.

Thus, we find a player character walking around the simulated early-spring Scottish countryside with no small amount of awe. The real world is seriously hi-def.

Bartending!

[filemyclaim]

Dixie is positively exhausted when she comes through her door. Romancing a guy she'd rather not get horizontal with all day, followed by an evening of shows, is beginning to take a bit of a toll on her. She hasn't even bothered to change out of her stage clothes before running in for a nightcap.

When she reads the note, Dix gives Bar a tired chuckle. "Sure about that, honey? I've drifted a little over the years." Another note. "Well...if you're dispositioned to it..."

Sure enough, baskets filled with Jellybeans and foil-wrapped chocolate eggs appear atop the bar as a final gesture. On the board behind Dixie the following is scrawled:

~~Drink Your Cares Away:~~

Jelly Bean
Easter Bunny
Egg Cream

Soda, Milk, Juice, Shakes

Virgin drinks five percent off!

FREE CANDY FOR EVERYONE


Bar's crowning touch is a set of white velveteen bunny ears, which Dixie props atop her head. She can be found mixing a stiff one for herself by any newly arriving patrons.

[OOC: Night-before-Easter tending is a go! Open 'til it scrolls, and I should be here 'til 5, and pingable.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The bar has caught Steve by surprise before. It's been a while since it brought him in a state like this: grimy, exhausted, his uniform torn and bloody in places.

He stops and sighs, and decides he wouldn't mind staying a while.

One of the sofas by the fireplace is perfect. He'll clean himself up later. First, he's going to put up his feet and watch the flames.

Possibly think.

Possibly not.


[ooc: No slowtimes, please. New day job + continuing freelance job = no time for RP during the week.]

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[awesome_binomial_theorems]

Moriarty is sprawled on the sofa in front of the fire, hanging half off one end, his violin crooked against his shoulder as he plays Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G Minor.

It's not a particularly cheerful tune, but what it is is technically demanding, and Moriarty has his eyes shut and brow furrowed slightly. He'd probably be fairly easy to sneak up on.

Botherable.

[OOC: Mun is sleeping now, but the EP is open forever.]

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[knightoftheswan]

[OOM: The Line]

The Knight steps in through the door, the main feeling he knows being the Prince's concerned eyes on his back. Once he closes the door, he takes a moment to lean against it with a sigh. He's tired in every sense of the word.

Lohengrin eventually shoves himself off and takes a seat on the floor by the fireplace. It's something to warm him.

Something to watch.

Something to while away the empty hours, days, months...