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[starrydome]

Lionel had woken up alone. 
He was used to that. 

He still felt woozy but had an idea that he would feel better once he got out of the bathrobe he was wearing. 
Comfortable as it was. 

He'd seen people downstairs get stuff and though it made no sense to just ask for things like that, he tried. And it worked. 

So he got dressed (comfy sweatpants, short sleeved colourful shirt, and a pair of thongs) and ignored the hair (he felt like a shampoo commercial, as he pulled it back, clumsily) and the lack of facial and body hair. 

He also asked if he could have a bit of - well, you can't fault a bloke for trying. 

He didn't get any. 

He was quitting anyway, so it didn't matter. He'd just sit here with a beer and people watch. 

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[jackdaws_master]

[Out of Milliways: In anticipation of getting his reward, Edward must meet the Templars near the docks. Things do not go smoothly. Spoilers for Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag.]

"God sink me for this pittance," mutters Edward Kenway as he stalks through the Milliway door. "One thousand reales for those maps. That's- oh, bloody Hell, it's Milliways now, is it? One thing after another, isn't it..."

Well, no help for it but to do here what he'd been planning to do in the first place, and get himself well and proper drunk while he broods on what he was supposed to have been given. Who knows, maybe he'll get a better idea or two here than he would in that Spanish flea-hole.

Thenardiers - First Entry

[le_sergent]

Things are going badly for the Thenardiers. They often have, and have just as often got worse. But on this day they stand perched at the edge of oblivion. The old bourgeois - the one who lied to the world, who dressed as a beggar and spent as a gentleman - had robbed them. Oh, perhaps he did not take the Lark for nothing - or even for cheap - but he did not take her for enough. So much less than she was worth. So much less than he would have been willing to part with. It had covered their debts then - but not the expenses to come. They had owed fifteen hundred francs at the time the old bourgeois absconded with Cosette. Since that time they had incurred debts of over five thousand francs.

The inn would be seized any day now. And some of their creditors were the sort from which a debtor must flee if they wish their limbs to remain intact. Ah! If only Thenardier had remembered to bring his gun when he followed that accursed man! He still thinks of it, often. In the depths of the night, the thought of it still causes him to bolt from his slumber and pace about the bedroom. If only he could get a second chance at that damnable fellow, that rich gentleman! He would carve him to pieces and sell his marrow! He would know the misery he had caused his family!

It is this worry, this anger at all the world that Monsieur Thenardier carries on his face as he walks through the door to the barroom. And it is one that is replaced instantly by puzzlement. This is not the inn of the Sergeant of Waterloo.

"My God! What has happened to my inn?"

His bafflement turns immediately to rage. His bulbous nose, always the first part of his face to turn red during his rare but terrible flurries of rage, flares and wheezes. Fuming, he turns to his wife.

"What the devil have you done, woman? Do we not have enough creditors already!?"


[[OOC: Two muns, two pups. Tag one, get both. PM either one of us if you've got questions.]]

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[always_the_moon]

So. It would seem that the spirit of chaos is once again loosed upon Equestria. And he has supposedly been "reformed" by the bearer of the Element of Kindness.

To say that Luna has misgivings about this would be a monumental understatement.

If anyone needs her, she'll be brooding out back under the full moon, as teenage goddesses are wont to do.

Happy Hour

[walktheworlds]

It's been a while since Sheppard has been in the bar proper. Even longer since he's tended bar. Though now that he thinks about it he never has. Or maybe he had once. Time flies when you're having fun. Or something along those lines. He'd come down to get something to eat only to have a napkin with it asking him to tend bar. Hey, he could do that. After he finishes eating he moves around behind bar and puts up the drinks.

Hawaiian Sea Breeze

Time For a Change

Zombie Punch

Leaning back a bit he smiles to himself, "Come get your drinks everyone."

On the board it mentions that it's 1/2 off for anything non-alcoholic.

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[fry_sandhu]

Fry wasn't really meant to be coming here because of the flu, but as it's nearly over, he's managed to sneak in.

He stops at the bar to leave an invitation.

( Gene )

In the meantime, he sits down at the bar with his homework, which he has been pondering over.

'1. Why did the Egyptians build the pyramids?'

He looks at it for a few moments, then writes.

'The Egyptians built the pyramids because they didn't have the intanet or telly and they had lots of sand which is quite boring.'

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[mogget_cat]

A pale, albino young man has taken possession of the bar's piano, tonight, his deft fingers playing a twisting, mocking dance upon the keys. The melody sidesteps and meanders, with unexpected turns and changes of tone at every step; one moment, it mockingly teases - the next, its grand, dramatic proclamations seemingly sincere.

Though even the seemingly profound proclamations wind and twist down into mocking whirls, so there's no real use pretending they're real. They are no more than passing fancies. All art and artifice, ephemeral as the song itself. Yrael smiles as he plays, filling the bar with music.

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[onceaviking]

There is a hungry vampire in the Bar tonight.

Very hungry.

He is lounging in a corner with excellent view of the room.

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[all_four_wan]

Wan made the decision all of six hours ago - leave his (semi)comfortable (but certainly preferable to the lionturtle city, even if he did miss - well, some of the people) home in Aye-Aye's oasis and travel to the other lionturtle cities the spirit told him about.

He hasn't told any of them yet. He's not really sure how to spring that particular bit of news on them.

(The dragons will be lonely.)

When he pads in, with Mula wandering behind him, he's so lost in thought he nearly doesn't notice the bar. But his lessons with the dragons - how to bend fire instead of just throw it - have left him rather attuned to changes in temperature around him.

"... Er."

A building.

He's not seen one of those in a while.

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[is_the_motion]

[oom: Some people never grow out of cliques.]

It's been a couple of days since Bonnie got stuck here.

That writer boy told her there was a fund for being 'Bound', but she's never been one to rely on others if she can help it. So the first thing she did was to put up a sign on the board.

'Qualified engineer willing and able to fix bikes, motorbikes, cars, etc.
Will try my hand at anything else invented by 1955.
Leave a note for Bonnie Murdock or ask the redhead in overalls.'

After that, she finds herself wandering down to that garage the writer boy told her about. Not to touch any of the cars, of course, but she does wander around admiring them.

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[harvard_bounty]

Brisco's not been feeling like himself for the last couple days. General aches, fever... he's not the most patient patient in the world.



Unfortunately this handsome rogue isn't going to help much.

[ooc: Brisco's been hit with the tail end of the flu and is now Jack Stiles from Jack Of All Trades. Beware, ladies, you may get hit on.]