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[a1enzo]

Enzo is in conversation with Bar:

"No, not a box of chocolates, just that kind of box."

"Right, heart-shaped. And a bunch of those little paper wrappers, and one of those puffy dividers. And I guess I'll need to make one of those map things to go inside the lid."

"You remember what we went through on Halloween. She's not gonna want a whole bunch of chocolate."

"Alphanumeric, thanks. Now, what kinds of jerky can I get in little pieces?"


Bother, or help keep Minus from playing with the wrappers. Also, outsideInterface is signed on.

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[hecu_marine]

Some days are better than others. And some days you get swarmed by small children that aren't yours the instant you set foot anywhere other than your tree stand or your ship. Shephard is good with small children, but there's a limit.

Thank God for the Bar. And for halfway decent beer.

He'll be reading his copy of The House On The Borderland over by the fire if anybody needs him.

Asajj Ventress - OOM

[darksister]

[OOM: Asajj takes on a new job for a once enemy. Warning for vague spoilers to the end of Season 5 of the Clone Wars, specifically the episode The Wrong Jedi.]

First Enterance - Ahsoka Tano

[jedi_interrupted]

[Before Milliways: Ahsoka gets some lost property back and sets herself on her new path. Warning for spoilers to the end of Season 5 of the Clone Wars, specifically the episode The Wrong Jedi.]

A young alien walks into a bar and freezes. This could be the set up for a joke but not in this case. At least not for her as she was expecting a train station that is most definitely not there now. Her confusion is quickly compounded by a touch of vertigo as her senses tell her the shape of this place is wrong, compared to what the station had been like just a moment before.

"What's happening?' She asks, swaying a little.

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[herr_bookman]

Marionettes
[ OOM: Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore ]

Happy Hour

[mjolnir_retriever]

"Spiced wine," Thor requests of Bar, with a companionable slap of greeting to her polished surface.

He gets a goblet, faintly steaming. But he also gets a napkin.

"Well enough," he agrees, and vaults easily over the bar.

His court armor he banishes in favor of the deep red tunic and trousers he was wearing before that. (A little informal for a public meadhall, to his mind, but that's what chutzpah is for -- and anyway, it's not as if most people here know the subtleties of Asgardian fashion anyway. They're nothing indecent, just the sparkly royal space disco Viking equivalent of lounging around in an old t-shirt and yoga pants.) His hammer gets deposited in an out-of-the-way corner, and he sets about investigating options for specials.

Soon the sign reads:

SPECIALS:

Beer
Mead
Spiced wine
Spiced cider

There's a pot of each simmering away over a very low flame. Thor knows his own cooking skills: he got the mulling spices pre-mixed from Bar before she went to sleep.

[OOC: And I am for sleep, as of 1:45 Eastern US time. But I'll pick up slowtimes later! <3 Thanks, everybody.]