(come as you are)

[scarred_grin]

Loki, Lord of Nothing and No One, Our Lady of Perpetual Underdogs, father of the fatherless and the broken, mother of outcasts and the invisible, friend of those who don't know their place, fire of revolution that must be contained beneath the world... is having a pride shindig outside, because of course he is.

Well, a cookout with a radio, anyway. There's lots of food (some vegetarian, some not); he genuinely enjoys grilling, and also eating, and then there's the fact that free food can help take some pressure off other people's tabs--well, not everybody's got a significant other who makes his own gold at home [not a spammer work-from-home scam, but actual self-replicating gold] so why shouldn't he share his half of the fortune? The point is, everybody's family if they want to be. Everybody. If the hellbeasts and oathbreakers are welcome, there's not much you could do or be to get yourself cast out.

Anyway. Come be what you are, enjoy the music and the finest marinade around [the secret ingredient's the fire of creation, good luck replicating that at home] and collect your Pride Month blessing if you are so inclined. Just don't mess with the pet carrier on the picnic table; it does not contain food.

[open as long as you want, but will be slow for a bit this afternoon back!][milli-spatiotemporalized to where- and whenever works best, just a) outside and b) in June. Before or after dark as you prefer, it's all flexible]

Happy Hour, Victorian Style.

[timelessinventor]

The door opens, and Helena walks through, followed a few seconds later by Claudia, who leans back through, hugs her brother and grabs a couple bags of stuff, then closes the door, only to open it again and leave through the Warehouse.

Helena walks over to Bar. "Can I have a gin and tonic, darling?" A drink appears, along with a napkin. "I'm no bartender." Another napkin. "Oh, alright. For you, darling."

She walks behind the bar, eyes the Specials board for a moment, then writes in a fairly tight, precise hand:

Happy Hour Specials:

Gin and Tonic (Any sort of gin. Modern gin's much better.)
Anything with Gin or Whiskey

50% off drinks if you suggest something new to read.

She turns back, wiping a bit of chalk on her trousers. "Alright, let's see how this goes."

(no subject)

[wild_colts]

The potato-buyers are in town, and it's been a busy day for Almanzo sorting all the best ones into baskets. Which is why he looks distinctly grimy, with his face, arms and sleeves covered in dusty mud.

It doesn't bother him though; it's been a good day, with Father making so much money on the potatoes. And he didn't have to go to school, which is always a plus.

He sits down at the bar, and is presented with a pink lemonade, which he drinks keenly.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

"Well can you please find his prosthetic leg so that this poor gentleman can engage with physio?" Guppy is asking, as he comes through the door. "They're not cheap, you know."

He closes the door and shakes his head. How can you lose a prosthetic leg, of all things? And the junior doctor looked terrified, as if it was her fault. Something to check on later, he reckons.

He sits down in his usual spot and puts up his clinic sign.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in

(no subject)

[againsttherules]

When Jack walks in, he's clutching his right arm and swearing like a soldier under his breath. He heads straight to Guppy, who's conveniently set up for treatment.

He's wearing cargos, tough walking boots, a slightly charred t-shirt, and a FDNY Precinct 17 Helmet.

Once he's done with treating his upper arm (bless whatever source Kolto comes from), he heads to the bar for a drink.

(no subject)

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's had a good haul of thieving jobs lately, which is something to be happy about.

Unfortunately, 'thieving jobs' doesn't usually translate to as much exercise as he'd like, so he's up in the gym in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with a picture of a happy nerf on it, working up a sweat. Currently, this involves attacking a heavy bag.

Botherable.