Midnight Happy Hour

[havetubawilltravel]

Guess who actually has her mouth back?

No really?

Finally!

(No thanks to Trixie but a thousand and one to Twilight)

So it's an extra-bouncy Pinkie who claims Bar for a super-duper special turn behind the bar.

~~SPECIALS~~~

Apple Ginger Sparklers

Ginger Lime Fizz

Pomegranite Soda

Ice cream floats!

Thick Shakes!

Lemonade cake!

DOES ANYONE HAVE ANYTHING THEY'D LIKE TO SAY!?

Warning: your ear will be talked off if you approach her. Use extreme caution.

[OOC: I am everywhere at once, but a promise is a promise. Taking slows til Pinkie's next ep, headed to crackchat, and am livetagging (SLOWLY) and catching up 'til 6ish.]

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[the_cupbearer]

It isn't really entirely often he comes out here to work off energy, not this way. Sure, he's always had a sword and always known how to use it, and he's picked up knowledge of various things over the years, from being more than passable with a bow to being fair with a stone and a sling--but it's that first one that's making the distant swish and thok noises. It's not sharp, because there's no point in dulling a blade when you're basically hitting a wooden pole with it, but it works out the muscles the exact same way.

And it gives him time to think. This is perhaps not a great idea.

today's happy hour brought to you by T-Minus

[claudiometer]

CURRENT repositoryBadger [CRB] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD

CRB: HAPPY HOUR IS GO
CRB: I REPEAT: HAPPY HOUR IS GO
CRB: Joshua's been in the kitchen making spaghetti all day (there's meatless sauce as well as meatful), so there's plenty of that if you want something to eat. (It's damn good spaghetti.) Bread (garlic, just buttered, plain) and salads also available.
CRB: Because his brain's fried and I suck at mixing things, the special is: Half off anything that comes in a bottle.
CRB: Secondary specials: Half off if you suggest a name for his ferret. (He's already ruled out Rheticus, before you smartasses who know him offer that one. This smartass already covered it.)
CRB: And: One drink free if you put in your order on T-Minus (me or repositoryProtector, or I guess you can reply here).
CRB: Specials are stacking (so: if you get a bottled drink on here and suggest a ferret name, you get two drinks). And Joshua's insisting on not charging for the spaghetti.
CRB: COME AT US, BROS

The specials are also written on the board, for the bar's low-tech patrons, and those who may not happen to see the memo go up.

(OOC: As ever, tagging one or both Donovans is good with us; just let us know!

ETA: And Quinn's crashing for the night. We're open until... we're not, but all tags will be picked up tomorrow.)

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[freemade_mantis]

Something's wrong in New Crobuzon.

That's a bit like saying water is wet--you build your city in the shadow of the ribcage of some long-dead unknown giant creature, and what do you expect will happen? The city's a festering sore on the flesh of the world, but it's home. It's all Jack has.

This morning another eyeless body washed ashore in Badside; that makes three this month that he knows of, and the militia still isn't doing much of anything about it. A woman he'd met once, a unionist, had disappeared, arrested probably. But those are everyday things. They're used to them.

This is something different--a tangible fear, a plague of nightmares, a sickness or something. People are losing their minds, literally, and no one knows why. Jack doesn't know either; all he knows is, he's glad the door led here tonight, and he could really use a drink.

Maybe several.

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[dontchaserabbits]

[OOM: Raleigh listen to m--]

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[chrysopteron]

[OOM: Charles and Iris require intensive planning.]

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[katyafeline]

Yekaterina sulks into the bar, muddied from head to foot and soaked to the skin. She's pretty sure she'll be hearing about this 'vacation' option for a very long time. She was just looking for some fun in the summer sun and some freedom from Wonderbread. What she got was a flash-flood and a partner deprived of comfort Chinese food.

Clearly someone needs to pay more attention to causality lines before dragging her partner off to lands unknown.



Some time later she comes down from her rooms, wearing a track suit and the fluffiest of fluffy slippers, and slips behind the bar to gather the ingredients for sbiten and setting a pot of water on the hotplate.