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[orange_lily]

When Yugo got back from Shiragiku City - a trip that, in total, lasted no more than twenty minutes, time in Milliways notwithstanding, he supposes - he was immediately set upon by two slightly over-enthused handlers with new equipment for him, in the form of a dozen or so rings.

So he's out back right now, testing them out, scanning them over the gold disk on his wrist one by one.

"Defend, please," the gold disk chirps in that somewhat uncanny mechanical voice of its as he scans the fifth ring of the day. The familiar shape of his magical circle appears floating in the air, still.

Yugo tries tossing a rock at it. It bounces off on contact, sizzling a little as it hits the grass. With a quick nod, Yugo stows that ring away and reaches for another one.

Botherable.

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[damncompass]

Joshua Donovan really needs to sort out his priorities. He's been up most of the night, not doing his dissertation or doing any sort of work, but playing a video game on his laptop. There might be teleporting holes and a device to make them involved. He might also be on his fourth or fifth time through the game. He has headphones on and he's bopping out to a selection of... quite a few things.

Someone might want to remind him that it's morning. Or join in. He has a 3DS as well.

[ooc: Post open all day. Mun will be in and out, but steadily tagging.]

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[fairy_fixit]

The front door knob, for anyone near enough to notice, jiggles but never quite turns.

"Ugh, of course the door knob is human sized. Why did it have to be a knob and not a handle?"

After a few knocks on the door the voice on the other side asks, "Hello? I am Fairy Fixit from the Zanaris headquarters of the Abyssal Services Department. Could someone open the door for me? The knob is a bit too difficult for me to turn."

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[aintwortha]

[OOM: Bean is tested.
Initially he does badly.
Then he and Sister Carlotta have a talk.
Then he has another go.
Then they have another talk.
]

[Warnings for discussion of a murder and a potential murder.]

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[battle_butler]

When Alfred arrives at the bar today, he's confronted with a napkin.

Well, it's not like he hasn't done this before...

He heads round behind the bar and starts writing on the specials board.

"There you go, Ma'am, I'll take it from here," he says, half under his breath. Then, raising his voice, he calls out, "Happy Hour is now open."

Specials

Mint Lemonade (Non-Alcoholic)
Gin and Tonic
Calvados
House Red (1985 Bordeaux)
House White (1986 Burgundy)


[OOC: Mun has finished exams and is now free forever! (Or until something else comes up). Open until I say it's not, tag, thread hop, enjoy yourselves!]
[EDIT: 1am BST, and I'm going to bed. Feel Free to keep thread hopping, and more threads are welcome, but, while I will be able to tag up tomorrow (Friday), I will then be away until Wednesday, so slowtimes are probable.]

OOM: Dragonborn

[nordthuum]

[[ First, Einar returns to Riverwood, to investigate a nearby ruin, recover a stolen treasure and delve into ancient mysteries. There is fighting, and danger, and the just reward of a hero, and some odd developments as he is not quite the same man anymore. ]]

[[ On the road back, its hard to sleep when you feel a radical change coming, but can not understand what caused it. ]]



[[ Warnings for violence and death, the undead, magic, adult situations and immature actions; many thanks to Amarin for NPC'ing duties. ]]

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[nordthuum]

First, there are some changes, then...

...he's not surprised to again, find Milliways instead of the Bannered Mare.

Really.

It is a different-but-still-the-same Einar who enters the Bar, carrying his longsword and a greataxe as well; he looks worn out and energetic at the same time. He moves with purpose but not completely sure of it, if that makes sense?

One takes some time to adjust to the whole Legendary Hero Reborn thing...

Give him time.

And a drink. A drink would be great.

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[petraarkanian]

Young!Petra palms the doorway to her backs, straightening her uniform as she does so. Her face is military smooth, as if one walking before a commanding officer one doesn't really like but won't offend.

Into the room she walks, but it isn't neat rows of bunks that meet her eyes, and is instead tables, low lighting, and a long wooden bar. "So much better." Petra mutters, as a smile tugs at her lips. She walks briskly to the bar. "May I have something to eat please, that is actually made out of what it says it is made out of?"

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[change_my_story]

Matilda is actually  a little shocked when once again Milliways replaces her closet. She was going to change into some night clothes, but seeing the bar is something of a relief when it settles in.

She needs time to think anyway and Milliways is good for that. The five year old is feeling rather cross and her mind keeps turning over the events of just a few hours ago.

Simply put, she was reaching her limit-or had reached it, she wasn't entirely sure. She was sure that she was getting tired of being called stupid and ignorant. She may've been a little girl, but even she knew that she was neither of those things.

And she was especially sure that what her father did to his customers was wrong and further more he knew it was wrong and yet he still went with it.

All of those things meant to her that something had to be done. She knew something had to be done or else she would go crazy with living at home. She just needed to think on what such a thing could be.

She chose to sit at one of the tables, pulling up a chair and sitting with her head in her hands as she thought.

She's irritated, but it's not at anyone in the bar. Some company would be a welcome distraction.

ooc: open for any and all tags.