OOMs

[tu_vas_triompher]

((Let's see. Harry and Feuilly are dorks, as usual. And they both think Javert sucks, sorry. Includes a shamefully oversimplified version of European art history, and links to art. There's a naked lady in one of those links, so conceivably it's NSFW.

Aaaand elsewhere Lesgle and Bahorel have a talk, after Lesgle's almost-duel with Hotspur (but before Hotspur's gallant apology). The conversation turns to relationship stuff. Lesgle's kind of a doofus.))

Happy Hour: the divine edition

[venerable_ibis]

Djehuty is always scrupulous about presenting Madame Bar with offerings. He is a guest here! He is aware, yes, that the various rings and bracelets and flowers and coffers of incense he has brought have been converted to a "tab" that's vastly in his favor, but he prefers to think of this as building generous goodwill with the local powers. Mysterious as they are.

Today, as he places a garland of henna and convolvulus on the bar, he receives a small piece of folded paper in return: one with a message in very good hieroglyphic characters. Would the most generous god Djehuty, Scribe of Ma'at, be so very kind as to perform the functions of the Bar while the Bar recovers her energy? He needs only pour out some glasses of wine or beer, milk or water, whatever seems best. It is a Happy Hour.

Oh! Well! That's...is it quite correct that he should serve humans? It hardly seems right. And yet, it is the custom of the place, and certainly Madame Bar is a powerful deity in her own right. There is no shame in filling the position of another god in time of need. And indeed so many of the humans here are dead, which makes them divine in their own way....

SO, RIGHT, there's a tall guy with a bird head behind the bar today, solemnly pouring out goblets of wine and earthenware cups of beer, et cetera. Happy Hour is on!


((Hitting slowtimes while I make dinner, etc...))

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[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine exits the kitchen wreathed in the enticing smells of freshly-baked deliciousness. The tray bearing the scintillating scents' source is securely held in her arms: cinnamon rolls roughly the size of human skulls; a pyramid of moist chocolate cake squares dotted with white chocolate chips and pecans, topped with ginger fudge icing and crushed pistachios and the occasional fleck of sea salt; lines of gooey lemon-strawberry bars like sin dusted with the veneer of powdered sugar purity; sliced spirals of rich chocolate cake and hazelnut icing; a cluster of flaky pastries like miniature meteor craters, with caramel and almond filling; a circle of long, low slices of dense chocolate cake like wedges of pure darkness; and two single-serving sized oval pastry dishes with a light, unassuming pastry crust lying even with its upper rim, hiding anything that might be below.

The tray and its treasures are set upon one of the central tables of the bar room, where Rae puts up her sign.

Sunshine's Freshly-Made Baked Goods
(Prices as listed or otherworld equivalent)
Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $4
(Extra Icing: $.50)
Primordial Fudgecake: $3
Lemon Lechery: $3
Killer Zebras: $3
Caramel Cataclysms: $3
Bitter Chocolate Death: $3.50
Death of Marat: $4 (only two available)

It's been a full day of baking, and Rae is pleased. Sunshine hangs her apron over the back of one of the chairs at the table, and settles down with her Incantus, looking for a section on invisibility.

AU Week follow-up in-Bar and OOM

[onceaviking]

{A while ago, things were weird for about a week. You might remember that?
The Emcee stopped by and Eric was reminded that humans don't keep very well.
Also, they get scared.
Not that he cared, of course.

Later, Emcee stopped by again - nowhere near as scared as he ought to be - and Eric invited him upstairs for a glass of wine. And it was all nice and uncomplicated. Just the way they like it.

-

I lie. It wasn't. Not at all.
Don't ever get a vampire really hot and bothered. Never think about the frailty of human existence.

This is why we can't have nice things.

Warnings:
First link: :(
Second link: soliciting?
Third link: drinking, oral sex, very rough sex, people getting scared, people getting upset, people compartmentalizing things in possibly unhealthy ways, a vampire trying to be kind?
Also :( }

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[athelstanthescribe]

[oom: After a bit of stargazing, Sinric and Athelstan go back up to their room. Warnings for touching, oral sex and lots of feelings.]

And some time afterward, Athelstan is in the bar. His bruises are all but faded, and though his hands, feet and back are still bandaged and he's leaning on the crutch, he's moving much more easily and with less pain, thanks to Alanna.

He may be going for a walk around the paddock area, or he may be sitting by the fire.

Multi-pup post

[fry_sandhu]

Fry and Coral are in one corner of the bar, with a chess set, having a discussion.

"If you don't tell Mum or Dad, you'll only get in more trouble." Coral is saying.

"I'm going to put it right, just lend me two pounds until I finish." Fry answers, moving his bishop.

Coral looks at the board, and moves her piece. "Checkmate. I'll lend you two pounds when you tell Mum or Dad."

Fry frowns as she proceeds to make a story with the chess pieces, which she has previously given names too, which is annoying enough in the first place.