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[i_am_your_host]

He's making a list, checking it twice. Gonna find out who's naughty.

Actually, it's never too early to start planning a Milliways New Year's Eve party, especially when you want to rent some space, practically a blank canvas, and make a proper event out of it.

Emcee is sitting cross-legged on one of the sofas, with a notepad in his lap and a glass of red wine in his free hand. Things that he's scribbled down so far:

mirror ball
mirrored walls and ceiling
chaise lounges circular couches
chandeliers (maybe)
stage with: piano, karaoke machine, DJ equipment
glitter confetti

Is he going overboard? One thing for sure, Emcee never does anything half-assed.

Besides, this sort of thing is taking his mind off more pressing and important issues that are a matter of life and death and physical and emotional well-being and that is so not what he wants to deal with right now.

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[chartreuse_eyed]

Micah Callahan is bent over a table this afternoon, hair tied neatly back in a short french braid as he flips through a recipe book. It's nearing the Thanksgiving holiday, and while he is certainly not intending to be the only one cooking for everyone, he does think it's not unreasonable to help.

He's no genius in the kitchen, but he's competent: hence why he's stuck hovering thoughtfully over an incredibly easy recipe of monkey bread. (Secretly, he'd be laughing at serving monkey bread to a gathering of were-animals.)

Later he'll be in the kitchen, making dough. Because why not.

Happy Hour - Now With Extra Shots

[beautiful_bullets]

The door opens on the sounds of screams and gunfire, the smell of smoke and explosives; Carmine Zuigiber, war reporter-at-large for the Weekly World News, slinks through with the poise and sang-froid of a supermodel on a runway, smiling to herself at a job well done.

"Excellent," she says crisply, smile broadening as she realises where she is. "I could kill for a drink."

(Or, perhaps, ensure someone else kills for a drink. Just so long as there's blood and alcohol.)

But when she gets to the bar, what she gets instead of a cocktail is a note from Bar. She doesn't argue (mainly because the possibilities involved here have previously occurred to her), instead removing a small gold lipstick bullet from an undisclosed location and using the reflection from a three-pint glass to freshen up her perfect lipstick while she considers her options.

That done, she uses the same lipstick to print the specials on the board:

SHOTS FIRED TONIGHT:
151 Ways To Die
Snakebite
Kamikaze
Four Horsemen

ANYONE WHO CAN OUTDRINK ME GETS ALL THEIR DRINKS FREE
Never let it be said that War doesn't have her rewards, after all. (Or that she's subtle.)

Job done, she perches on the bartop, crossing her incredible legs with the faint rasping noise of denim-on-denim that can, nonetheless, somehow be heard across the room, and grins.

"Come and get 'em, boys!"

Or girls, of course. But she's always found her appeal is greater with the lads.

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[notallofus]

[OOM: What was supposed to be a routine op on Lothal leads to a new recruit, and later, a new outlook on the future.

aka starting canon yay! \o/]