Dec. 22nd, 2015
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It is early May, but you would not know it in this cellar.
Or: Valjean continues to try very hard to do what he thinks is best for Cosette, and everything is awful .]
Or: Valjean continues to try very hard to do what he thinks is best for Cosette
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Dec. 22nd, 2015 08:48 pmangry_friendship_wolf"You know," Yamato grumbles down at the Bar as he heads behind it, with Gabumon (dry_clean_fur) following, dragging a box to stand on, "if you're not going to let me serve alcohol, you shouldn't have asked me to do this."
He gets a note in response, which he reads and then pockets with a raised eyebrow. "Your choice not to pick any of the hundreds of patrons over the drinking age, I guess."
"Don't be a downer, Yamato," Gabumon says encouragingly, stacking another box and climbing atop both of them, which is enough to let him peer over the top of it. "It's good to have a change. They can all live without alcohol for an hour, right?"
Yamato snorts (incredulously more than derisively), and scribbles up a set of specials.
SPECIALS
Blue Shoe.
Blue fruit punch, cranberry juice, and 7-up.
Blueberry Vanilla Mocktail.
Blueberries, vanilla, honey, and lemonade.
Coconut Lavender Lemonade.
Coconut water, lemon juice, and lavender syrup.
Blue Raspberry Mocktail.
Blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, raspberry juice, and ginger ale.
Tell me an interesting story and get your drink free.
"Do I get to judge if the stories are interesting?" Gabumon asks excitedly, setting his paws on the bartop to keep himself steady.
"Sure. I reserve the right to overrule your decision, though," Yamato says absently, starting to put together a Blue Shoe fir himself. "I was the one who got roped into this, after all."
dry_clean_fur) following, dragging a box to stand on, "if you're not going to let me serve alcohol, you shouldn't have asked me to do this."He gets a note in response, which he reads and then pockets with a raised eyebrow. "Your choice not to pick any of the hundreds of patrons over the drinking age, I guess."
"Don't be a downer, Yamato," Gabumon says encouragingly, stacking another box and climbing atop both of them, which is enough to let him peer over the top of it. "It's good to have a change. They can all live without alcohol for an hour, right?"
Yamato snorts (incredulously more than derisively), and scribbles up a set of specials.
Blue Shoe.
Blue fruit punch, cranberry juice, and 7-up.
Blueberry Vanilla Mocktail.
Blueberries, vanilla, honey, and lemonade.
Coconut Lavender Lemonade.
Coconut water, lemon juice, and lavender syrup.
Blue Raspberry Mocktail.
Blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, raspberry juice, and ginger ale.
Tell me an interesting story and get your drink free.
"Do I get to judge if the stories are interesting?" Gabumon asks excitedly, setting his paws on the bartop to keep himself steady.
"Sure. I reserve the right to overrule your decision, though," Yamato says absently, starting to put together a Blue Shoe fir himself. "I was the one who got roped into this, after all."
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Dec. 22nd, 2015 10:15 pmvisible_sariel"What day is it here, subjectively--oh, no! You're serious?"
That would be the woman in Starfleet reds who's just entered and approached Bar. The fact that she had to sidestep a gentleman seemingly intent on sniffing the kitchen door frame hasn't yet registered quite as much as it otherwise would have. You see, Bar's just given Sariel the local date.
"{I would say this is hard to believe, but--argh, Milliways...}"
The statement 'only in Milliways is one person's six months literally another's two weeks' isn't entirely accurate, but boy does it apply here.
One twenty-fourth century Lucian flyer standing near Bar, looking utterly bemused.
((OOC: This post is open through Christmas Eve morning, after which I'll lose access for several days due to family festivities. I needed to get this gal back inna bar!))
That would be the woman in Starfleet reds who's just entered and approached Bar. The fact that she had to sidestep a gentleman seemingly intent on sniffing the kitchen door frame hasn't yet registered quite as much as it otherwise would have. You see, Bar's just given Sariel the local date.
"{I would say this is hard to believe, but--argh, Milliways...}"
The statement 'only in Milliways is one person's six months literally another's two weeks' isn't entirely accurate, but boy does it apply here.
One twenty-fourth century Lucian flyer standing near Bar, looking utterly bemused.
((OOC: This post is open through Christmas Eve morning, after which I'll lose access for several days due to family festivities. I needed to get this gal back inna bar!))
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Dec. 22nd, 2015 11:06 pmis_the_motion[oom: Bonnie explains her situation to the kids. TW crude sexual references]
Bonnie is touched to find a gift for herself when she drops some parcels off under the tree.
( All Milliscouts, (adult) Rae, Jay, Teja, Autor, Alana )
With that done, she settles down to do a bit more knitting, just in case she missed anyone out.
Bonnie is touched to find a gift for herself when she drops some parcels off under the tree.
( All Milliscouts, (adult) Rae, Jay, Teja, Autor, Alana )
With that done, she settles down to do a bit more knitting, just in case she missed anyone out.
