Happy Hour

[for_good_taste]

Sasha brought another stack of paperwork in today, but when he asks Bar for coffee, 1000ml, black, paperwork, for the facilitation of, he gets a napkin instead. Tag, you're the bartender, I need some sleep.

He didn't know this was how it worked, but he has seen people tending bar before, so he does know the conventions to be observed:

Specials
All German beer half price
Saturn coffee free (in memory of the Nowhere Islands) (only one per customer)

He stashes his paperwork behind the counter and gets himself one of those German beers instead.

Mun is at work; insta-slowtime in effect for all tags until evening US/Eastern. Open till the next one is posted.

(no subject)

[cottoncandypink]

It has been a very trying few weeks, and Jim really didn’t help things. Although, getting him to think climbing a tree was a matter of life and death did somewhat make up for it. But Wilford needed some proper stress relief after all that.

He’s already drunk when he comes in today (tonight? He has no idea anymore) with a cut on his lip and glasses that have obviously been bent and wrenched back into shape. He’s dressed not for the studio, but for a night out; in this case, having traded terrible fashion sense for no fashion at all. Just a plain, dark t-shirt, blue jeans and skate shoes, of all things. Somehow, it just makes his pink moustache stand out even more.

Despite the brawl, he did well at the track tonight. He’s got $2000 he doesn’t need, and is looking to spend it however he can. And the first thing he drops some cash on is a drink at the bar.

notes

[i_am_your_host]

[ OOC: After Emcee leaves, Abe no Seimei and Sinric will receive notes at the Bar; Jay has already been given his. ]

(no subject)

[wild_colts]

Out in the garden, at the edge of the forest, a small boy is busy gathering blackberries.

Blackberry plants grow a foot a week in summer. However many people pick, or birds eat, there's nearly always some left over, and Almanzo is very good at hunting down berries.

So, armed with a huge basket, he's been picking the stragglers on each bush, before they go manky or get damaged by the frost. His fingers are stained purple, and his chin, and it's really quite possible that he is eating almost as many as he is putting in the basket.

(no subject)

[stridersgonnastride]

The front door opens, and Dave Strider stumbles through. This is a younger version than has ever been in the bar before. He is wearing his god-tier outfit, cape and all. He's all elbows and legs, skinny and exhausted looking.

When he looks up and takes in his surroundings, his expression barely changes, but he immediately tenses and settles into a combat ready stance. A sword appears in his hand.

"what the flying fuck-" he starts, but then he sees the window. He can't get any paler, but he looks spooked, and very unhappy.

Any patrons particularly sensitive to the flow of time can feel the grip he takes on his powers as the Knight of Time and tries to ｓｌｏｗ ｔ ｈ ｉ ｎ ｇ ｓ ｄ ｏ ｗ ｎ．．．

But time in Milliways is recursive and slippery and mostly inevitable. It flows backwards and sideways and is connected to and manipulated by an infinite amount of other universes. It's too much to handle for a Knight who has only recently come into his full powers. Time drags as Dave sweats and shakes, then it SNAPS back as he loses control. Time edges back toward normal and blood starts dripping from Dave's nose. His knees buckle and his eyes roll back in his head.

Then there's a flash of red and the sound of grinding gears and another Dave appears. This one is older and taller, and dressed in a snappy black suit with a red sunflower in a buttonhole. "whoa shit dude!" He darts forward and catches the younger Dave before he completely falls, then grabs the sword before it hits the ground.

Hefting the sword and the younger Dave into his arms, he heads off to the infirmary at a swift trot.

A few minutes later, he comes back. Dave glances around, shoots his cuffs, and heads toward the bar.