Jul. 30th, 2015

cook_the_rude: (Most luxurious cage ever)
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 The door opens, and Dr. Hannibal Lecter walks in.

He looks very different. The flashy suits and loud ties are gone in favour of a pale grey onesie with a number on the chest; his hair is looking considerably less polished, and the man is much paler than he once was.

He stands near the entrance and just stares for a moment.



[[OOC: Canon happened -- please expect all sorts of spoilers for Season 3 in the threads!]]
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Agent Nein comes into the room with a modest-sized wooden crate covered in warning stickers: PSI-ACTIVE MACHINERY, SEMI-AUTONOMOUS ROBOTICS, EXPERIMENTAL, CLASSIFIED. He wheels this over to the Bar. "Bar, would you please deliver this to Ellen Park?"

Bar duly makes it disappear, pallet-jack and all.

Having taken care of this, he ducks out for a moment and returns with a stack of paperwork, occupies a booth with a good view of the room, and asks a wait-rat for a hefty mug of coffee.

Please distract him from reading all the applications to attend Whispering Rock. They get so very repetitive after a while.

[Sasha has no idea that nine months have passed since the last time he was in. It's only been a couple days for him.]

[OOC: As I wrote here, the mun humbly apologizes for dropping threads, and would like to request we declare them all faded out.]

[Recycled EP is recycled.]
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Cassie is about to leave when the napkin materializes directly in her hand. Her eyes narrow as she reads it.

"You know I've got a birthday party to get to, right?"

Irrelevant.

Cassie shoots the Bar her hardest death glare. No response.

"Fuck it. And fuck you, too. I'll start the party here."

A little more than half an hour later, the pieces are set. A set of high-end portable speakers are blaring EDM. In front of the bar to the left, there is a spread of mini-hamburgers, chips and dip, and an assortment of aggressively pink cupcakes. To the right, there are a handful of cocktail glasses filled with something blue. These are labeled by a cardboard placard with a question mark on it.

Above the bar hangs a sign:


MERRY CASSMAS EVERYONE!

Your gift today is me. God says you're welcome.

All drinks are 10% off if I like you. Another 10% off if I think you're cute.

Ask about Cassie's Super-Special-Awesome Birthday Cocktail!
:D



Your bartender this evening will be wearing a party hat. Happy Hour shall begin when she blows her noisemaker. Enjoy the holiday, won't we?
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[OOM: After agreeing to stay in England with Horik, Athelstan finally gets Ragnar alone and tries to explain why.]

No warnings on this one, except kissing, general discussion of violence and a bit of foreshadowing.