Happy Hour

[baptizemyself]

When the napkin arrives with Helena's coffee asking her to tend bar, Bar (capital B) has helpfully provided Helena with a list of specials. Helena reads the napkin and raises an eyebrow, shaking her head.

"You think you're sooo funny, don't you?" she asks, screwing the napkin up and moving around behind the bar.

Still, she dutifully writes them up on the specials board.

Specials
Tattooed Love Goddess
Lady Love Fizz
Latin Love
Cherry Lover
25% off all specials. 
50% off if you don't order one of the specials.


 

The last line was Helena's addition. Cocktail making is not one of Helena's strong points.

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[hasthehighground]

After Clint talks to Clara Oswald*, but before he leaves the bar, he writes a note.

( To Oswin Oswald )

Then he leaves.

OOC: Not taggable, thanks! I'll hopefully post an EP later this week :)
*Thread in progress
[tiny tag: Oswin Oswald]

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[sunbaked_baker]

It is a glorious day. With the intermittent breeze, the drowsy heat of summer seems to stream down from the sun in thick, golden whorls, sweet as honey.

Out in the heat, lying stomach-down on a large boulder by the lakeside, is Sunshine. In a cropped yellow tank-top and orange shorts, she's taking the opportunity to soak in all the sun she can. She lies just beyond the reach of the dappled tree-shadows, propped up on her elbows as she reads.

Anatomy was never her subject, in school. It was one of those classes she'd sneak books into to read under the edge of her desk.

Paying attention in that class might've saved her some effort now, but she feels that healing magic will be worth it. To her left, Rae has her Encantus, the ancient tome open and lightly propped so she can see the worn vellum pages. The anatomy text is on her right, open to a page diagramming the muscles and tendons of the forearm, which she traces with her finger on her left arm as she goes.

"...pronator teres... flexor carpi radialis... flexor carpi ulnaris... flexor digitorum superficialis... brachioradialis... extensor carpi radialis longus and brevis..."

What sadist named these things?

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways: "Elder Lyons tasked me this morning with tracking down two of our people who’ve gone missing."]

The door swings open on a dimly-lit room of peeling paint and concrete walls. The armoured figure that clanks in could be anyone, really, so long as 'anyone' were less than five and a half feet tall and accompanied by an odd-eyed- oh, who are we kidding, it's Ellen in her power armour. Not like she doesn't take her helmet off almost immediately. "Hey, Bar?" she says. "I'm going to be shipping out in the morning. Do you suppose I could get something decent to eat tonight? That noodle stuff you gave me once..."

Ellen's idea of 'decent' is rather different from a lot of people's. As far as she's concerned, instant ramen noodles are genuinely tasty food, especially with bits of fried Cram and rehydrated vegetables chopped up into them. At least Dogmeat gets a bowl of proper meat, even if his owner's got horrible tastes.

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[braveomaticaya]

In the bar today is one of Milliways' quite small Na'vi population, working at a table where he can perch in a sturdy chair; one that will support his seven-foot-tall frame complete with waving tail. For those who've not met said alien boy yet, the next olo'eyktan of his clan is making his way to nonaggression toward the humans--it's kind of a long story as to why he dislikes them.

Today would actually be an okay day to try and talk with him, given he's inside and beading rather than outside with his ikran (which might actually kill you, if you got over the shock of seeing a ten foot blue semileonine alien riding what looks for all the world like a technicolor pterodactyl). Just don't mess up what he's working on, and you'll be fine.

Haven's Finest First Entrance

[27yrsandwelldoitallagain]

[OOM: Time travel. Magic. End of the universe. Demon bunnies, and a squid. ]


"There's a bar at the end of time."


"And space."


"And space," Audrey added, corrected. Not looking toward her partner or drinking her coffee. Still stuck on looking around the room in front of them, again, with its many different people coming and going. "Huh."

"Yeah." Towards Nathan's own cup, one elbow leaning on the bar, one eye on the reflection of the room in the mirror above the liquor shelves.





Two for the price of one! Won't you come welcome Audrey Parker and Nathan Wournos, Milliways?

[Tiny Tag: Creepy Doll]

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[never_shall_yield]

 A few hours after this...


The door to the infirmary opens. Javert stands on the threshold; upright, serious and resolute. He wears no uniform. He is clad as a simple labourer, in black jacket and trousers, and a blue shirt that does not conceal the rope burn at his throat.

He does not know what he was expecting, but it was not this.

He sees the bar. He sees chairs, and tables, and a door at the other side of the room. Stairs, a fireplace. Beings; there is no way to describe all of them as 'people'. He swallows imperceptibly, and takes a step forward. And then he sees the Window.

The stars are exploding before his eyes.

He thinks, a few minutes later, after the last of his life's constants has been thoroughly ripped away - - of course. Of course.

Knowing it is just punishment does not help.



[OOC: Guys, in all seriousness...I love you. <333 But I must crash now. Spelling mistakes are rising, which means bed. Also, I cannot keep my eyes open. Am around all day tomorrow, and beyond, to continue. THANK YOU FOR BRAVING HIS CRAZY. <333]

Happy Hour

[seat_five_girl]

Ako has decided to dress up tonight. Nice hat, black dress. Just to feels good about herself mostly.

Which would be why she doesn't get too upset when the napkin comes.

Specials
Virgin Martinis


Please no alcoholic drinks. I got in trouble the last time I tried to help out with those.

Dusting the chalk off her hands, Ako has the glasses and the basic ingredients ready to go, "Happy Hour is open!"

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[badinlatin]

The bar door opens wide and hits its baseboards with a slam, a blur of brown leather somersaulting in to land on the floor.

At least when he lands, he still has both pistol and honest-to-Fozu bag of platinum.





...but Mal might need to stay on the floor. Just for a minute.

"Ow."

[ooc: heading off to bed.]

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[creepydoll]

The doll doesn't really feel but it does have drives. Urges programed into it by the spells and curses that animate it. Foremost among these is to seed fear.

The doll doesn't really remember, it has no thoughts. But there was a time when it was part of a larger whole. Not quite a horde but perhaps a pack.

The doll seeks and hungers.

And late in the night, when patrons are sleepy and the shadows are long, the doll finds a box. Within the box, it begins to make a new pack.

[Tiny tag: Creepy Doll.]

OOM: Kate Barlow | Butch Cassidy -- Galveston, TX, 1888

[ikissdhimbck]

[OOM:


'If only, if only,' the woodpecker sighs,
'the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies.'
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
He cries to the moon,
'If only, if only.'

Backdated six months, timed to just after the bank job. Butch pulls Kate aside for a chat, outlaw to outlaw. No warnings.]