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[mix_it_up]

Asami shuts the door quickly after entering – compared to the heat wafting off the desert that stretched out behind her, the barroom is cool and pleasant. Her bright green eyes are coated with black paint, her dark hair cut short. She's wearing a white shirt, a thin coat of dust collected on it, her sleeves long enough to cover her arms, but the fabric thin and light. Her slacks are cut off just below her right knee, where her artificial leg begins, today in the form of what look like two steel crescent moons that fold into one another, a spring between them that moves with her pace, the slope where her foot would be more adept for a car pedal than the wood-paneled floor. But the grace and speed with which she moves suggests she's long accustomed to it.

She takes a seat at the bar, and orders what she always does – a bottle of water, and a plate of fruit. The water is downed and refilled within a minute of appearing; Asami takes more time with the fruit, pulling a knife out from her waist as she picks up a moon peach, and slowly cutting out slices from it.

[ooc: AU write up is here - basically a not-really-even-veiled Fury Road!AU. Pretty much immediate slowtime, and am obviously likely to be slow due to hugely different time zone and me being ridiculously busy, but I miss you guys! So if you're up for it tag whenever!]

Older Hank McCoy - X-Utopia AU

[no_more_hiding]

Meditations take many forms, but not too many tend towards hanging upside down from the rafters. Odd perhaps, but when your feet grasp as well as your hands, you make do.

[OOC: This Hank is a from a happy future, though a future not without it's problems. Open until Friday, though I am fighting fires at work.]

AU biker!Vikings: Ragnar and Athelstan on the Harley

[bigarmy_strangepants]

 [[OOM: First explorations. Ragnar visits Athelstan in his little house, and they talk, touch, and make plans. Trigger warning for mention of past abuse, squick warning for explicit sexual activity. The backstory of the Vine Square Festival is borrowed from Morningstar Manor, the same defunct RPG we owe the entire concept of 'AU week' to.]]

The door opens, and in roars a matte black Harley with shiny black ravens emblazoned discreetly and artfully all over. Ragnar Lothbrok is riding it, and Athelstan is holding on safely behind him.

The bike comes to a halt a few metres from the door without bumping into or disturbing anything -- not a chair, not a passing waitrat, not even leaving a skid mark on the floor. A true master knows to tread very softly.

"Well, that was fun, sweetie!" Ragnar declares, laughing.


[[OOC: Two muns, two pups -- say in your tag whom you want! AU biker!Viking write-ups are collected here.]]

Happy Hour!

[headed4hell]

Grace feels like celebrating.

But, you might say, Grace often feels like celebrating. You'd be correct. However it is not often that Grace comes home and spends ten frantic minutes hunting for Gus and convinced he's been dognapped or worse by the irate drug dealer she is currently trying to take down.

(He was under the bed.)

Which is why tonight's happy hour comes with a canine companion in the (rather large) form of Gus stretched out on a dog bed at Bar's end, happily devouring a bone.

"Gus Gus," Grace calls out as she scrawls specials on the board. "You okay?"

Aaaaaruuuufff! comes back.

"Good. Bar's open, people."

Grace lights up a cigarette and settles in, only shaking a little.

Specials:

The blue one
The green one
Whatever's in that bottle with the skull and crossbones
Gus's choice


[OOC: I'm up and down, usual slowtime warnings apply unless you ping and want something quick, tag amongst yourselves, etc. :D ETA: Have to take a break for tonight. Will pick up tags in the morning!]

Daemon AU

[cutting_edgex23]

X slips in through the door, a small grey-and-black shape darting up into the rafters just ahead of her.

Invictus will come back down once she's found a seat. And ordered food. Spaghetti, particularly. He likes the slipperiness of the noodles. And sometimes she lets him impale meatballs on her fork.

It's soothing.

[ooc: AU description here. Shortest version, Invictus is her daemon, a great grey shrike, and the rest of her life is left unchanged.]

AU Multi-pup!

[iambetadraconis]

[AU!OOM: Ultimatumn.]

The grey-brown unicorn is back tonight, carrying a pair of overstuffed saddle bags with him. His initial expression is one of fear and worry, but when he takes note of where he is, there's 20% less fear and worry in his face.

He heads to the bar to get an oatshake, then looks around for a table that's close to other people.

Somepony needs to talk about what's bothering him...

---

The table Beta Draconis selects is not particularly close to the one a pair of dragons is sitting at, which is not too far from the fireplace.

The little dragon is eying the food in front of her skeptically, while the larger one sips tea from a teacup [more like a small tea bowl, given that she's 5 metres long]. Sipping. And doing that thing you do with your pinky as you drink your tea.

"I don't see why I have to eat this," the small dragon complains. "Wildclaws eat meat. Not green stuff."

"It's only mostly green, Scootaloo. Besides. You know what you're like when you've had a few too many hummingbirds. So tonight we're going to try something less ... energising."

"Apples, leaves and crickets, Rarity?"

"Of course. It's perfectly fine, dear."

Scootaloo picks at it some.

"Think I saw one twitch," she mutters.

---

Two men sit watching the patrons passively go by at yet another table, their arms crossed and their hands in their sleeves, and expressions one of serenity. Between them a pair of stoats climb up and down and jump back and forth from one man to the other. To those that can tell, the stoats aren't mere animals but daemons.

Behind them there is a sign which reads:

"Lost? Troubled? Need guidance? Let the Brothers of Light provide you with illumination and clarity."

---

[OOC #1: AU for Rabastan is here. Information about Rarity (gemilicious), Scootaloo (cute_scoot_boogie), and Xamot and Tomax (seelightbelight) can be found in their profiles.

OOC #2: Xamot and Tomax have psychic abilities and can pick up on a person's current state or general history (they can't pick up on thoughts, though). If there's something you want them to pick up on, please ping me or include it in the narrative. Thanks!]