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[melomancer]

There's a crack in the mirror
And a blood stain on the bed

Anton is looking worse for wear compared to his last time entering the bar, for those who might be paying attention. He is pale and his forehead is wrinkled in pain or thought. Approaching the bar, he says, "Blood," before he truly thinks about it. The glass materializes, almost reluctantly, and he stares at it. It calls to him and his mouth waters, his heart races. He can tell it is not animal blood. One little sip is not big thing yes? He is outside fo the Treaty yes? NO! He cannot drink that, not even a sip.

"Please, pig's blood, not this. And vodka. And please, never offer this to me again. Even if I ask." The glass disappears to be replaced by the new order. 

[tiny tag: Anton Gorodetsky]

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[sunbaked_baker]

Okay, whatever that stick was she'd found earlier in that kitchen drawer, it wasn't a candy thermometer. Sunshine didn't know what it was, but set it aside impatiently as she dug through the cluttered spatulas, whisks, and vegetable peelers in search of the elusive candy thermometer. She didn't notice, of course, as the baton rolled off the counter and away across the floor.

The music didn't make much of an impact at first - faint, but upbeat and unfamiliar, Rae figured someone was playing it outside, or in the bar room itself. She went about roasting chili peppers in the oven, melting chocolate (once she found the candy thermometer, of course) and mixing in the finely chopped, roasted chilis. But after a while the song started to get on her nerves, especially when it didn't stop. Was someone playing it on repeat or something? How annoying. It didn't help was ridiculously catchy, either.

...never gonna break me,
sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh...

Sunshine didn't really notice when she started humming along.



But soon, once the spicy dark-chocolate has been poured into the candy molds and is slowly setting, there's a baker alone in the kitchens, belting out the chorus, singing into a wire whisk without any regard for... well, anything.

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[damncompass]

Earlier in the day, Joshua sent Claudia a message to meet him in the Bar for dinner. He's been busy for most of the day, working in the kitchen to slow-cook some chili, and all of the fixings.

He has a table set up in one of the corners of the bar, with plates, a pitcher of Mountain Dew, cutlery, a plate of garlic bread and in the middle, a cast iron pot with chili. Beside one of the plates is a sheet of handwritten notes.

There's a song swirling around him as he finishes setting up dinner. Now he just needs his sister.

[ooc: Feel free to catch Joshua at any point in his day. He's somewhat stable.]

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[doctorscaryteeth]

Dr Thurlow's been on an archaeological expedition in the Forgotten Quarter. No, actually, they've been running an archaeological expedition in the Forgotten Quarter. It's all going splendidly apart from the snakes, and the interference from academic rivals, and the need to avoid devils' hunting parties, and the frankly bizarre music with no apparent source. That last one often seems to be addressing them personally (sometimes taunting them personally), though as the leader of the expedition it only makes sense. The curious part is that despite the strange instrumentation, the lyrics of all the songs so far (there's a set of seven or eight, and then it repeats, though not necessarily in the same order every time) are all in English.

It's not in the same place as last time, but a door to Milliways eventually turns up in the ruins. Thurlow's happy to see the place up until it occurs to them that the music hasn't stopped.

"I thought this place was supposed to be isolated from my world," they grouse to themselves and/or any passers-by as they head over to get a drink before the singer gets to the screamy part of the song.

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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah is aware when she opens the door that there's an unusual amount of noise going on. It's only after a couple of steps that she can make out the music around her.

"No, I don't think so."

She turns 180 on the ball of her foot and walks out of the bar.

A few moments later, the door opens and she comes back in, stops and listens carefully.  When she realizes what the song is about, she shakes her head and leaves.

The third time, Dinah just sticks her head into the bar until she hears it.  "What is that?"

The next time she nearly screams and slams the door.

"NO. See. Easy."

Finally, with a song she actually likes swirling around her, Dinah decides it's worth coming in to get a drink. And possibly dance. Why is no one dancing?

Anniversary Special Happy Hour!

[presspasskey]

“…do not need a chaperone,” Lois says in exasperation as the door opens. “I was going to bars and clubs long before I met you—”

“Lois, I think the rat wants to talk to you.” Predictably, Clark is paying more attention to where they are than she is.

“—and have plenty of times without you since— what?” She blinks and looks down at the waitrat, who is holding a piece of paper out to Lois. “I haven’t seen this place in years…” She trails off. A few moments later she sighs and grabs his wrist. “Come on. I’m not doing this alone.”

Which is why they're both behind the counter tonight. The sharp-eyed might notice that Clark is doing paperwork in free moments, and that Lois is sneaking ice cream and drinks and has somewhat puffy and shadowed eyes.

Happy Hour!
Specials:
Raw Diamond
Jubilee
Tequila Supernova
Kansas microbrew

Free Rocky Road ice cream if you make one of the bartenders laugh.

[ooc: sorry, public transit made this go up late! Two pups, two muns, likely slowtime for Clark at least, but they’re here for the 75th anniversary of their debut.]