Breakfast Tending!

[havetubawilltravel]

It's been a beautiful summer in Equestria, and Pinky's reluctant to see it go. But there's no reason why she can't cling to it for just a little bit longer - so when bar gives her the opportunity to tend, she brings summer to the bar, lining the floor with sand, scattering beachballs about, and plopping a kiddie pool filled with plastic fish right next to the trilobite tank. Pinkie then whips up a quick but satisfying menu:

BREAKFAST:

Hot Chocolate Pancakes
Peanut Butter Banana Waffles
Fruit Parfaits with Cheesecake Cream
Devil's Food French Toast
Rainbow Milk Punch

"I'm SO ready for this, miss Bar!" she says, then gleefully shouts to the assembled patrons. "Hey, everypony! Surf's up!"

That's her way of saying breakfast is served..


[OOC: have a breakfast tending! I'm here for an hour, and the post is open until it scrolls off the page!]

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[gredya]

Gredya enters the bar more confidently this time: with a suspicious glare rather than a defiant glare. She's wearing the same shapeless brown tunic and trousers, still barefoot, but this time she has a sack slung over her shoulder that she sets down at one end of the bar. She's waiting for her tutoring session with Father Pearse Harman.

But in the meantime, she watches the Bar transactions closely. How does this thing work?

first entrance

[heisgroot]

The door creaks open.

In pokes a head. It's probably quite unlike a head most patrons of Milliways have ever seen, on top of an eight-foot-tall body to boot--but the eyes are gentle and there's a smile on his mouth as soon as he realizes the door opens to a bar.

He is Groot, and Groot is in the bar.


[ooc: Please see this back_room entry regarding communicating with Groot.

AHH Y'all are wonderful but I must close the entry to new threads as of 11:15 pm mountain time. Thanks!]

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[lookin_at_you]

A tall man in impeccable white evening dress pauses on the threshold, raising one imperious hand.

"Sam? Keep 'em playing."

He doesn't look back, but closes the door quietly behind himself and steps in, eyes watchful as he crosses the bar and eases himself into a seat at the counter.

"Well, Baby, it's been a while."

He runs a hand gently along the bartop, and gets a dirty martini without having to ask. He takes it and sips it slowly, scanning the scene with a lizard's cool calm gaze.

Of all the gin joints on all the stars in all the multiverse... Rick just had to walk back into this one.

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[le_centre]

 
Courfeyrac is lounging in an armchair by the fire, his legs dangling carelessly over one arm. There's a book open on his chest, something about existentialism - but he's not reading a word. He's rather more concentrated on a bottle of wine, and watching patrons go back and forth. He hasn't spent enough time doing that since he's been here, what with one thing and another  - but he reasons that no one can object to him sitting around all he likes, what with the dearth of other things to do.


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