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[mnt_mike]

Mike isn't so much seated at Bar as he is slumped over her. He hates days like today. You know the kind, where what you've been putting off all week just has to be done.

The concern du jour is the lack of writing on this week's Happy Hour schedule. There's just no amount of squinting that's going to make writing magically appear on the calendar before him, and he knows it.

It's just unfair the way the universe works, you know? That procrastination can't continue indefinitly.

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[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," Teja says. "You might ask the bar for tea. It is one of the better inventions from the future, for such times."


[[OOC: Saturday 15th please!]]

[mnt_mike]

Mike slumps even further forward and whimpers.

"we're not at the tea stage yet. give me an hour or so...and then we'll be at the tea stage."

[ostro_goth]

"Was it Atlantean?" Teja asks, almost amused. "Water, then."

[mnt_mike]

"was what Atlantean?"

Even when he's mumbling the capital A in Atlantean can be heard. One mustn't diss the Atlantean.

[notapurpledino.livejournal.com]

Barney slides into a seat in front of Mikey.

"Hey buddy, long time no see," he says.

[ooc: Thursday, 11/13, please?]

[mnt_mike]

Mike pulls just enough engery up to wave at Barney.

"hiya, Barney. what's shaking?"

[notapurpledino.livejournal.com]

"...dude, if I tell you how awesome I am, are you even going to have the energy to high-five?" Barney says.

[mnt_mike]

"that depends on the level of awesome obtained."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, boss," Jack says cheerfully as he sits with his breakfast.

[ooc: 11/16 please!]

[mnt_mike]

Mike mumbles something incoherently.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Long night?" he asks with sympathy.

[mnt_mike]

"long morning."

He manages after a bit more mumbling."

[dark_dancer]

Cata spots him when she comes in to get some water, after some exercising outside.
At first, she can't quite tell whether he's asleep or not; if he is, she would think there are more comfortable places around to do that.

(14th, please?)

[mnt_mike]

Oh he is very much awake, as the full-body sigh clearly illustrates.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal sympathizes. Paperwork sucks.

"No one to do that for you?"

[Wednesday the 12, please!]

[mnt_mike]

"to do what for me?"

Woe is Mike.
WOE!

[isaysimplewords]

"Fill that out for you." Cal gestures at the sheet of paper. He usually had people.

What? He still had to sign things!

[mnt_mike]

"Meh...yes and no. I mean, I have a staff...heh, staff. But like...it's really supposed to be my call. Stupid responsibilities."

[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

Justin happens to be wandering by in that way that happens sometimes. Not having much to do, he stops when he sees the very frazzled looking Mike.

'You OK?'


[Tuesday 11th plz!]

[mnt_mike]

"uh uh."

Says the guy shaking his head.

[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

'What's up?'

He helps himself to a seat.

[mnt_mike]

"sky. ceiling. alpha centauri.




pants."

He can't resist.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is looking pretty rough around the edges too, so asks the bar for two black coffees before putting one next to Mike.

[mnt_mike]

"rough day, doc?"

Mike's voice is muffled by both Bar's top and the calendar.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Rough week." Guppy says with a yawn and a nod. "You stuck in paperwork?"

He sips his coffee.