(no subject)

[never_promised]

"Blunted, then--but for practice, exercise, for no warlike purpose, I swear it! Why, Dame Bar, Mistress Bar, good Lady Bar, you know well that you have given Harry Percy the same; there is no harm in--thank you, good Lady."

Harry glances around the room as he collects his hard-won prize. Has anyone spotted him wheedling and pleading with the magic bar to borrow a practice sword? Awkward.

Happy Hour with teen!Sunshine

[sunbaked_baker]

Seventeen-year-old Rae Seddon manages not to slam the door when she enters the bar in a seething rage, but it's a very close thing. Some part of her that isn't currently given over to anger at her mother still realizes that slamming the door will just make things worse in the long run. And that's the problem, isn't it? Whatever she does, it's not the right thing. Even when she's actively trying not to piss of her mother, it never works. If Rae is working hard at the coffeehouse, trying to save up some money, her mother feels free to tell her she should be studying and trying not to fail her senior year (said with the tone of one who is already certain she will fail). If Rae is studying quietly in her room, she should be helping out her step-father at the coffeehouse - doesn't Rae see how her parents are working their fingers to the bone? And why can't she find some nice boy to settle down with, not like all the boys Rae has dated in the past, of course (and neatly overlooking that Rae's messy break-up with Baz is still a raw wound for the girl in question).

Fuck all of that.

The newspaper Rae has clutched in her hand is already crumpled, and her treatment of it does it no favors as she storms across the room to the bar, where she slumps onto a bar stool. Fuck all of that, so much. Just another month, she tells herself. A mere month. And then - gods willing - she'll have squeaked by on her exams and graduated. And she can move out. Get her own place. Be free.

It takes a few moments for her to calm down enough to notice the napkin that had appeared on the counter top when she'd sat down.

"What?" she says, reading it but not quite believing it. "Now? Really?"

Another napkin.

"Couldn't someone else do it? I mean, now is really not a good time-"

Another napkin.

"But-"

Another.

"Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Fine." It's just more of the same, wherever she goes. Rae stands up abruptly, rolling up the newspaper, and heads towards the kitchens. Some time later, still seething, Rae returns and hangs the Specials board. It reads:

'Happy' Hour
Drinks:
Tea of all kinds
Non-alcoholic sangria

Starters:
Jalapeno Business (Jalapeno-sweetcorn muffins with butter and honey)
Artichoke On It And Die (Spinach-artichoke dip with chips)
Rock Out with your Guac Out (Guacamole dip with chips)

Mains:
A Real Pizza Work (Mushroom pizza with caramelized onions, fontina cheese, and rosemary)
Tempura Tantrum (Assorted Vegetable Tempura)
You Wanna Pizza Me? (Pesto pizza with roasted red peppers, mushrooms, and asparagus)
Oh Kaaaaaaale No (Cannellini Bean and Kale soup)
Quiche of Death (Spinach, tomato and feta cheese quiche)

Ice Cream:
Cherrytale Wedding
Deja Brew
Banannoying As Hell
Grow a Pear
Chocoholics Anonymous Failure
Utter Peach of Shit
Mango Fuck Yourself


"So, bar's open, everyone," she mutters. That done, and hoping no one really takes notice, Rae settles down with the classifieds section of the New Arcadia newspaper, looking over the listings of apartments for rent.

(no subject)

[alec_swamp]

People call Alec a "swamp god" sometimes.  And he is immensely powerful.  But he has a weakness, like any other plant: cold.  Meaning that if he feels an offense against the Green someplace where winter in full force, he could be stuck.

Just his luck, the Green demanded his presence against a renegade agent of the Rot in the middle of a blizzard.  And in the time it took for the true avatar of the Rot (also known as his forbidden true love Abby) to get there, he nearly froze.  He was able to get back to the swamp in time, but feels like what he really needs is a fireplace.  Good thing the Bar has one.  (Yeah, he really doesn't need one, but sometimes he remembers what it was like to be human and indulges himself.)

(no subject)

[angry_friendship_wolf]

[01 OOM: An object lesson on why you must never relax ever.]

The boy who comes through the door is dressed for summer, covered in snow, and by the looks of it, exhausted. He has one hand cupped to his mouth and is yelling a name, 'Takeru', over and over, in the manner of one desperately searching for someone else.

He's followed by a lizard in a wolf's pelt, who's having to walk at double-pace to keep up with him.

When Yamato sees the bar, he freezes, going silent. His eyes open very wide for a moment, before narrowing, mouth setting into a thin line. He grabs a small device attached to his belt, but doesn't leave just yet - he still needs to find his brother, after all.

Scouts Rock Climbing

[is_the_motion]

At the nearest part of the mountains, there is a nearly vertical wall about fifteen metres high. It took a little bit of doing, but after driving out there with a giant ladder and a lot of power tools, Bonnie has been able to drill some hooks safely into the top of the rock.

There is a big sign inside the back door directing the Scouts up to the activity.

SCOUTS
REAL ROCK CLIMBING SET UP
FOLLOW THE SIGNS

Child-friendly non scouts would also be welcome!


[ooc: As always treat as a party post, threadhopping encouraged. All kids must be roped up to an adult via the hooks and harnesses provided. We have a Teja now and hopefully later a Jay but you are welcome to bring your own adult.]