Nov. 15th, 2017

quick_clean_pure: (oh really now)
[personal profile] quick_clean_pure
It is a rainy, miserable day in California, with sheets of water descending in torrents and soaking everything underneath. The TV screens that float over the city grow bleary with runoff while news anchors chipperly advise everyone to stay indoors.

Which is not the greatest thing for anybody, but particularly if you live in an alleyway with a bunch of knife addicts. Thus leading to Graverobber ducking into the bar looking like a pile of wet rags on legs.

He sits at the bar as casually as possible, his coat dripping water onto the floor while he orders a hot coffee and whiskey to tide him over until he feels ready to rejoin the world.
justmark: (Default)
[personal profile] justmark
Dodger might be a little wary of this place, but Mark has suddenly decided that he loves it. There's so much stuff here that he just can't find at home now. Though that only really helps when the door shows up for him. Which is why the 'bandage' on his arm when he comes in looks like it probably used to be a bed sheet in a previous life.

But hey! Real supplies! First, Mark heads to the infirmary to grab some stuff from there. Then he goes to the kitchen to grab a few more things. Then he heads to the men's room to tear off the dressing and replace it with a clean set.

Afterwards, he can be found at a table with a plate full of pancakes, trying to find a good middle ground between enough syrup for good flavour, and not so much that the sugar overload will make him sick.

[ooc: catch him in any of these places, or anywhere in between.]
just_cant_lose: (Denim)
[personal profile] just_cant_lose
 
Jim is whistling as he walks into the bar, dressed for the beach but carrying a box with a pad of drawing paper resting on top. If he has to come in here every three days for no reason, he might as well do something useful.

He stops at the bar first, because he needs to borrow a coat. Also, he forgot to do something.

Loki )


That done, he dons the coat and collects a note - which makes him raise an eyebrow, and then look slightly relieved - before heading out to the forge. Even if Teja's not there, he has a very important job to take care of. A man can't get married without a ring, can he?

He'll be back inside later, feeling pretty damn good with life for once.


[OOC: Catch him in the forge, or the bar, or somewhere between the two. Open until the weekend.]
fry_sandhu: (fry 8 study)
[personal profile] fry_sandhu
Because of people being totally unhelpful, Fry has left his project on Bad Influences until the last minute, and is now hurriedly catching up.

Bad influences )

"How do you spell 'moustache'?" he asks Bar, before continuing.
guppy_sandhu: (pensive)
[personal profile] guppy_sandhu
[oom: Guppy reaches the top of the waiting list for more help. CW: discussion of trauma, PTSD.]
soldier_blade: (30-*sighs*)
[personal profile] soldier_blade
 When Sonya enters the bar, there's a notable heaviness in her step. She's nod dressed in any sort of military garb, but a black, knee length dress, stockings and pumps, her hair pulled up in a braided knot at the back of her head. Around her shoulders is a dark blue jacket, not entirely going with the rest of her outfit, but the red blazer she usually wore wouldn't have been appropriate.

She comes to a stand still when she realizes where she's standing, but it's been such a long day-maybe it's for the best.

Moving almost like she's sleepwalking, she headed over to the closest table and sat down, reaching back to undo the pins in her hair so the braid hangs down her back. "You have uncanny timing, Ms. Bar."

Her eyes widened when she saw a BLT and coke appear before her, her stomach twisting in response. She hadn't really eaten a meal in several days, and the logical side of her knew she had to eat something, but at the moment, even the thought of food made her stomach want to rebel.