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milliways_bar2009-12-17 06:38 pm
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Happy Hour!
There are many things Ned has yet to check off his proverbial Things To Do Before I Die list, and bartending at any sort of bar is one of them.
(But why not add a couple of extra points for uniqueness? Throw in a bar at the end of the universe, too.)
The Happy Hour specials are written in very precise, neat handwriting and reflect his day-job. It's hard to stray too far away from pie-making, it seems.
Tonight's Specials
Apple Pie in a Glass
American Pie
Mud Pie
He quickly gives the bartop a wipe-down, then turns to the bar space at large.
"Okay. What'll it be?"
[ooc: And the brains have officially decided they've had enough. Slowtimes for all, please! And thanks for tagging!]
(But why not add a couple of extra points for uniqueness? Throw in a bar at the end of the universe, too.)
The Happy Hour specials are written in very precise, neat handwriting and reflect his day-job. It's hard to stray too far away from pie-making, it seems.
Apple Pie in a Glass
American Pie
Mud Pie
He quickly gives the bartop a wipe-down, then turns to the bar space at large.
"Okay. What'll it be?"
[ooc: And the brains have officially decided they've had enough. Slowtimes for all, please! And thanks for tagging!]
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"How is it that I always manage to come in during Happy Hour?"
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"Yeah - she's on her break, so I'm taking over for a bit."
Pause.
"Did you want anything?"
Chicken feed?
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Hmm, seems like Evil Chicken decided to spare Ned the more gruesome details of his dietary habits. The chicken goes back to searching the sack for whatever electric thingamajig was fryied by that lightning strike.
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The Bar should have some of that stuff lying around, shouldn't she? After all, these sorts of situations have to be expected.
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"Drats, where is that smell coming from?"
an occasional diode or capacitor falls out of the sack.
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He turns to look over his shoulder, after successfully finding that shredded beef the ... larger-than-usual chicken requested.
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Out of the sack comes the chicken, with a small charred boxy looking thing in its beak.
"Before I got here I was attacked by a thundercloud. Nasty creatures, those thunderclouds. And to top it all off, the portal to my homeworld is still down, so I risked bumping into a thundercloud for nothing."
He dropped what he had in his beak unto the bar, and started picking up what had fallen out of the bag.
"These little electronic thingies are so small. It is easy to lose them. I don't know how people work with them, but they seem to be mass produced. Maybe people don't care about losing them." It makes his recent adventure to steal this things seem a bit less bold and adventurous. Oh, whatever.
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Only, he isn't sure he understands at all.
"So - what exactly are the electronic ... 'thingies' for?"
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Kind of odd how accurate that one lab assistant's predictions about these 'semiconductors' were. Hmm.
"I wanted him to try building a second one out of this stuff, but now that I think of it, this portal might turn out to be an absurdly small size. And this isn't even as small as these fiddly little things can get."
Oh no, not at all, how else would Jordan's false arm be so compact... Jordan! She probably has that robot that he ordered built and ready. He turns from Ned to scan the room. Nope, no Jordan in sight. Darn.
Yum, shredded beef.
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"- there you go," he says.
He can't help but think this chicken is pretty smart. For a chicken.