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[1nv1nc1ble]

Mark is not particularly pleased that his college experience starts two weeks after his high school graduation, and he still blames the alien invasion for destroying his last summer vacation before entering a new school, but he doesn't let it get him down. He's still got two weeks before registration, and the dorms open shortly after that. Cecil's taken care of all the enrollment paperwork; so all he has to do is figure out his classes and move in.

Which is why he's taking advantage of the time freeze here in Milliways to peruse course catalogs and other manuals for life at the University of California at Santa Cruz. Currently, he's reading up on degree plans. Feel free to bother him.

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[change_my_story]

When Matilda enters the bar, there's something of a shocked look on her face. Well, not so much shock, but a lot's happened and she needs some time to settle her thoughts.

She enters the bar through her bed room of course, still dressed in the school sweat shirt and skirt, holding her floppy school at in hand along with her back. When she finds a table by the fire, she sets her books down and sits down to think.

It's a few moments later when suddenly a hot chocolate appears before her-topped off with whipped cream. "Thank you, bar."

There's not much that can't be solved with chocolate, or atleast it will help her feel better.

She'd also welcome distractions in the form of people.

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[damncompass]

To one side of the bar, there's a hint of shiny gold... something, and in a moment, Joshua materializes, staring at a clipboard and belting to music playing on his headphones:

It's time to wake up Peter, put away the fairytale
The clock is striking midnight, can't you hear?
Not all tales have happy endings, we can't keep pretending
'Cause there's no such thing as heroes that are queer

He looks up as he finishes the verse, and stares as his music cuts out. "Oh, fuck. Really? You have to troll me like this?" Blushing furiously, he takes his headphones off of his head, and heads over to Bar. "I need a drink now."

... actually, he's pretty good.

Happy hour!

[cook_the_rude]

[[meta: #tamed the reporter #hannibal is now post- 'trou normand']]

Dr. Hannibal Lecter steps up to the bar, receives a napkin, smiles, sheds his jacket and tie, rolls up his sleeves and dons an apron, takes stock of what's in reach behind the bar, and writes his list of specials:

Austro-Hungarian Happy Hour
Wines
Refosk (Slovenia)
Tokaj (Hungary)
Green Veltliner (Austria)
Schiava Gentile (Alto Adige)

Beer
Original Pilsner (Czech Republic)
Original Budweiser Budvar (Czech Republic)

Then, he stands ready to take your order.