Happy Hour

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

He may not be the bartender that Milliways needs, but he's the bartender Milliways deserves. Or maybe that's what Bar thinks; anyway, a napkin pops up in front of Lesgle when he comes downstairs for his evening breakfast. (Is it dinner? He just got up.)

So he's blinking cheerfully and bustling about with an unapologetic ham-and-cheese galette and cup of coffee in tow while he sets up glasses and assorted bottles. The specials chalkboard just reads SURPRISE ME. It's open to interpretation.

(no subject)

[alec_swamp]

When you are: a) not human; b) live in the middle of a swamp; c) have no technology at your fingertips; and d) have no money, it's a bit hard to keep up with the world. So Alec was glad to find that the Bar's library has a lot of newspapers. (Even though newspapers are printed on dead trees, Alec still prefers them to anything digital, since he has trouble with keyboards and smartphones.)

There's been a lot going on lately he missed. More alien invasions, Lex Luthor in the Justice League, bio-engineered plagues in both Metropolis (Luthor's fault, by accident) and Gotham (the Joker's, on purpose), Batman apparently dead and replaced. And this. Superman was a reporter. Who would have guessed it?

Alec reads the article a few times, wondering what's going to happen to his occasional ally and sometimes-friend, and wondering if the world will be any kinder to Clark Kent the alien than it has been to him.

(no subject)

[runningred]

Jay is having an unfinished projects day in the garage. Music up loud and projects everywhere.

In the middle of the workshop is a stand holding a set of fold out wings belonging to Sam Wilson. He’s currently busy fitting a new device to the spine plate of the backpack rig.

Four white ovaloid shapes about the size of footballs float around his workshop, singing along to the music or carrying tools with slivery little arms.

Feel free to come and chat, or tell him to turn the music down.

(no subject)

[morethanprops]

Moist has been keeping himself busy enjoying a music and arts festival, so many ugly crafts and rich people who aren't looking. When he enters, he's in a seersucker suit and there's a brief shine of gold in his fingers as he realizes where he is and the stolen watch disappears.

Pickpocketing is easy but its also a good way to case a crowd and decide what he's going to do next. He orders a gin and tonic before heading outside to sit on a rock near the lake.

(no subject)

[furiousroadwarrior]

[OOM: Do you have hope?]

When Furiosa steps through the door, the pause is barely noticeable as her eyes sweep from one end of the vast room to the other.

The smile? Slightly more so.



She takes a seat at the bar. She orders nothing yet. Just watches the other patrons as she unbuckles the harness of her metal arm.

Everybody Sunday post

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Today, you can find:

In the kitchen:

• Madame Thénardier, cooking ratatouille,
• Ragnar Lothbrok, raiding the fridge for things that he can put on a very large pizza.
• Teja, looking for salt.

In the library:

• Dr. Hannibal Lecter, carrying a stack of books about 18th century castrati singers,
• Father Harman, reading pamphlets from the Discworld the spelling in which is very iffy,
• Dorian Gray, browsing in the original magic section.

In the gardens:

• Katrina Crane, picking herbs in the herb garden,
• Lady Margolotta, with a wide-brimmed hat, large sunglasses and high gloves, under a large dark green parasol directly by the back door, cautiously observing everything.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want!]]

(no subject)

[dragon_dealt]

The sky over the Milliways outdoors is blue and picturesque and scattered with fluffy clouds. There might be the occasional bird flying around, whether a patron or a forest animal. Also, you know, there's that big dragon gliding by.

Wait. Dragon?

Wait. What? appears to be the dragon's reaction too, at least if anyone around is good at reading draconic body language. It (she) soars in a great and wary circle, surveying the ground before landing warily by the lake.

She's huge, with green scales (properly brushed and polished, thank you) just beginning to go gray at the edges, and three horns (the third, stubbier than the others, in the middle of her forehead), and a quantity of extremely sharp teeth. "Now," she says to herself, "this is new."

(Meanwhile, whether or not anyone's noticed, the Milliways forest just got a little bigger.)