Note on the general notice board

[ostro_goth]

Teja pins a note onto the notice board:

If any have lately seen (or spoken to) the anthropomorphic personification of the midwinter festival, known as Father Christmas, Santa Claus, or Kris Kringle, please leave a message to me, or Gene Hunt to say when and where that was. Thank you!

Teja, son of Tagila
Milliways Security

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[herr_bookman]

[OOM: This is the story of a girl
Her pretty face she hid from the world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her

Wherein Autor and Mirai have a conversation after dealing with the aftermath of the Fool's calling her out, and the boy finds he's in over his head. Warnings for inquiries of suicide/self-harm.]

Mystery Plate

[clayforthedevil]

Bahorel asked the bar for Something Different for lunch, and as a result has a tray of various appetizers he absolutely doesn't recognize, but which are probably not deadly. He's also got a thick book with a lurid cover that, despite its promises, is also probably not deadly. He takes them both over to the fire-fish and stretches out along the floor to read and eat.

He's currently alternating between the food, which he's generally enjoying, and the book, which he's generally not. He's extremely interruptable.

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[lady_mary]

oom:
I can't help thinking,
We could have had it all.


[ooc: And with that, we have finally diverged from canon. Everything from here on is slightly AU.]

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[witchfinder_general]

When Father Harman ordered tea this afternoon, the rats included a tiny sprig of spruce and two little red night-light candles on a little plate, as well as a some mince pies and ginger bread on another.

They seem to be of the opinion that a priest should mark the season that was instituted by his faith.

Harman finds it somewhat cute that the rats have opinions, and leaves the things on his table where the rats have put them. He might even nibble a gingerbread cookie shaped like the symbol for 'spades' while reading his book.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has a new sketchbook and pencils, which he is carefully sharpening over an unfolded paper napkin.

He has a light outline begun in the sketchbook -- a long-haired man with half his face covered with a mask.

Happy Hour

[will_scarlett]

When Will comes inside from his daily training to get something to drink, a napkin appears and he smiles and pats the counter as he gets out the book. Some of the choices are easy as he hangs up his cloak and starts to mull some cider and warm some wine.

Specials
Mulled cider
Spiced wine
Gunfire
Warm Wooly Sheep

Once they're all set, he pours himself some wine and turns to see who's about tonight.

(OOC: Two am EST, I'm off to bed. I'll be traveling tomorrow so won't be tagging until later. Open for new tags until another Happy Hour goes up or it scrolls whichever comes first.)

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[fry_sandhu]

Fry has been busy drawing some Very Important Evidence for Gene, which he is just adding finishing touches to.

It appears to be a picture of quite a hairy man with a dark black beard and brown eyes who happened to be at the crime scene, though Fry isn't sure what the crime actually was yet, only that there might be a monster.

There's a small deer curled up on the sofa next to him. He's not sure where it came from, but occasionally he feeds it crisps.

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[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai has close to her normal level of self-esteem and functionality back, enough of it to go down to the bar by herself. It's ultimately not much of a change from what she was doing in her room. She tucks herself in a secluded booth, buries herself in a blanket, and picks at a plate of nachos.

Bringing more nachos would be nice.

[ooc: Warning for discussion of suicidal ideation in the threads.]

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[herr_bookman]

Autor is stuck.

He found himself rooted to the spot a little while ago--which was quite rude of the floor, as he fell when he stopped abruptly and had to scramble back to his feet without moving them. Though he can flail his arms and speak, he can't lift his feet, nor can he take off his shoes.

All right. Stay calm, the boy thinks, already panicked. He's stuck, and zombies might come through the door. Or worse, Hannibal Lecter might find him this way and want to "chat" about something. What would Rae do?

"Um. Help?" he asks the bar at large, burying his fingers in the oversized, blue scarf he knitted for himself. "I appear to be glued to the floor."

He completely fails to notice the mistletoe above his head.

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[a1enzo]

Enzo swears when he sees the security notices.

"Minus, message for Dani."

OI: Great. Just great. Want to help save Christmas?


outsideInterface is signed on.

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[fluffiest_archadian]

The Judge left two days ago, and Sherral hasn't entirely felt like talking with anyone si - oh, hey, it's the magic bar where people sometimes say things very meaningfully but then demur when questioned about it.

Sherral doesn't have a distraction puppy today, but he just came off a shift running errands on the Paling generators, so he does have a distraction toolkit slung over one shoulder.

He doesn't expect it to be quite as effective.