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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...

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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

T'hart in Milliways, my iambic lord,
The Bar that at the universe's end
Doth rest.

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

The universe's end ... not Heaven or Hell?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

No; though true for some
It is the afterlife *winks*

It's just the end. It's not really good or bad. I'm Sirius, by the way; I'm dead. You are too, I take it?

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

Name's Hamlet. I'm a Dane. Pleased to meet you.
I'm dead, yes, it would seem, because that I
Was challenged to a duel upon the death
Of old Polonius, who advised the king
And was the father of --
                                   it matters not.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*quietly*

Ophelia, perhaps?

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

                    Laertes, who
Did challenge me, and then did run me through.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

You have my 'pologies. My cousin killed me;
It's never good remembering such things.

[OOC: Repost because we jumped in on the wrong thread]

[mydearguil.livejournal.com]

*descends the staircase, followed immediately by Rosencrantz; looks quite surprised* *to Hamlet*
My good lord! Know'st thou aught
about the deaths of cousins? Friends?
Perchance, methinks, though might.

[OOC: Repost because we jumped in on the wrong thread]

[mydearguil.livejournal.com]

[*facepalms* Thou. Thou.]

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

No. No, it's not. Thy cousin? It's not right.
My uncle killed my father. What a world,
Where men will shed the blood of their own kin.

[ah-rosencrantz.livejournal.com]

Or their own friends. Yet here we are,
In no dark box we lie, and not alone.

[ah-rosencrantz.livejournal.com]

Thus might I say, I am a flute--play me;
And I will live forever with gracious
Food and better company.

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Not "I am a flute -- BLOW ME"? :D]

[ah-rosencrantz.livejournal.com]

*whistles*

[mydearguil.livejournal.com]

Immortality, indeed, is all we ask,
although a flute, thus blown, could fit the task.

[mydearguil.livejournal.com]

But Hamlet, here. Indeed, this place is strange;
deaths and their doers meet, and bow, and smile.
If I knew not that 'twere the Author's guile,
and not your own, that killed us, smiles would change,
my lord.

[ah-rosencrantz.livejournal.com]

*pushes aside Guildenstern and interrupts as quickly as possible*
But good my lord, to see you here,
is an unexpected pleasure, I must say.

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

Why -- Guildenstern? And Rosencrantz. How do
You both? Still side by side, I see.
But do not think I will accept the blame
For your deaths, lads. You brought that on yourselves.

*Has seen Ophelia. He finishes his omelette, glares at Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, tosses his napkin on his plate, and heads over to her.*