Trick #1

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

[OOC:Happens after this.]

Trixie was in a really good mood. Well, she tripped and ruined her big exit, but she was still forgiven for the horrible things she did. She was in a good mood after calming down from her small exit mistake. She could finally get her life back! She could win back her audience, get a new cart, and continue making money without having to resort to working in a rock farm!

...But there's a small problem. She was so eager to start her new life, she decided to cut through the Everfree Forest. She's The Great and Powerful Trixie. She can take on anything. And then a problem struck: She got lost. She suddenly found herself in some... bar. Last time she checked, there wasn't any bar in the Everfree forest. And such strange creatures are inhabiting it! So there is currently ONE(1) azure-colored pony bedecked in a purple cape and hat(both of which are littered with yellow, blue, and white stars), confused and looking around, wondering where in Tartarus she is.

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[hecu_marine]

Shephard is currently off in Brazil getting looked at very strangely indeed by a Satere-Mawe village tuxaua, at least by the timeline of his own world. Milliways being what it is and Millitime being- as people say- even wibblier-wobblier and timier-wimier than ordinary time, he's also here in the Bar; it's just that he's here in the Bar from about a month ago by his calendar, so he hasn't gone to Brazil yet. He's looking forward to it, sure, and he's all prepared and everything, but the Borealis isn't quite ready to go as far as he's concerned. Soon enough, though!

... look, it's Millitime, it happens.

Anyway, he's come to the Bar to get a few of his dogs some exercise- Horatio, Chester, Rosanne and Fran, specifically. Grace, Alene, Lillian, Bull and Alfred have become very popular lately with some of the folks at the Greenbrier, and Mrs. Wilson just wanted a nap, so Shephard brought the ones who wanted to stick with him and is now outside playing fetch and doing other drills and exercises with a mini-squadron of three-legged Satanic Christmas hams.

(If a better description of a pack of houndeyes can be devised, please, someone do let us know.)

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[igetthatalot]

Bad thing about Varric Tethras' life: the people he has to deal with. He's a younger son of a noble family turned merchanters in a city where the Dwarven Merchants' Guild and the Carta can make life very, very miserable for merchant families that don't play the right games the right way. Good thing about Varric Tethras' life: the dwarf is very, very, very good with words. Sometimes better than his family is with money- and his family's usually pretty good with money. Ranking Carta members can be remarkably vain, and playing on that vanity can go far. Bribes don't always have to be monetary.

Did you know there was such a thing as a dwarven romance novel? And that a really good writer can put just about anybody he knows in the role of the ridiculously buxom and breathtakingly clever protagonist as she carves her way metaphorically and physically through the hidebound but remarkably lusty nobility of Orzammar?

Well, if you didn't, you might want to check out the rolls of parchment drying on the table where Varric is currently working. Or not, if you're the kind of human or elf or whatever-you-are who isn't into that sort of thing. Varric will probably be sociable either way, once he gets Mischa past the gate marshals and into the Proving Master's pants. It's a tricky paragraph. These things take a deft touch.

And, yes, he's had to produce this kind of bribe before. Some people require more maintenance than others.

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[a1enzo]

Enzo is at a table with a bowl of chips, feet up on a second chair, looking around the room. His icon is in Security badge mode, and in addition to the usual small box on his belt which is his forcefield generator, he's equipped with his grappling gauntlet and a sword in a rather lovely blue-and-gold scabbard.

Security sprite on duty, keepin' an eye on things.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter tends bar

[cook_the_rude]

It may even be that Dr. Hannibal Lecter volunteered to take over from the bar today.

In any case, he is standing behind the bar now, in an apron and with rolled-up sleeves, serving drinks and food. His specials board is eclectic and European, somewhat like himself.

Drinks

2012 Grüner Veltliner (Lower Austria)
2011 Schiava Gentile (Alto Adige)
2010 Prosecco Valdobbiadene (Treviso)

Budweiser Budvar (Czech Republic)
Rubarb Juice Spritzer

Food

Mixed Salad with Pumpkin Seed Oil and Speck d'Alto Adige
Lamb Carpaccio
Cream of Pumpkin Soup
Blueberry Marinated Salmon with New Potatoes and Lemon Hollandaise
Iced Coffee with Dulce de Leche

[[meta: as always, nothing in this food is people. people are only fed people on request. thank you!]]