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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and everyone else. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

In honour of Bernard and Dionysus taking over the bar the last two nights, the specials tonight are wine, sake-bombs, and stuffed grape leaves. None of which explodes, but some comes damn close. Sit back, relax, and enjoy watching my sunburn peel.

*settles in comfortably*

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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

*she hands him a pot of aloe, and curls up next to him*

[clumsy_auror]

Hullo to the both of you...Sirius, that's a right nasty sunburn. That from the botched exorcism the other night?

It's good to see you up and about, Kassandra. I heard you were feeling a bit off-color. Feeling better?

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Dora! Hello, 'Dora!

...I am nearly well, now. How are you? And how is Charlie?

[veryvorkosigan]

[ooc: Just realized that what I meant to post as a reply to this, I cleverly posted as a reply to the whole thread, thus making sure you wouldn't actually see it. me=dumb. anyway, this is just a quick heads-up, feel free to delete it once you've seen it.]

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

*raises his glass in toast, but does not drink*

Ah, but it does burn to be in the sun too long, doesn't it? *laughs softly as though this is a private joke*

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

No private jokes, lawyer.

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

Ah, please, do not insult me.

I am not so evil as lawyers are.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter walks into the bar, looking considerably healthier than he has for the past couple of weeks. After ordering a turkey pot pie and a pot of Earl Grey, he glances around till he spots Sirius and Kassandra. He calls out to them.

"Hello, Sirius. Hello, 'Skandra. Hope you're feeling better." He blushes; it's hard for him to say this without feeling more than eccentric. "Er--I might have a message for you two...more for 'Skandra than for you, Sirius, though you're part of it, too. Then again, it could just be another daft dream." He stares deeply into his cup as if the tea were deeply and intensely fascinating.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

*she motions him toward them, then slips down from her bar stool and comes to invite him nearer*

Peter, dear Peter. You look so well.
... a message? For me? What messenger could speed to find me here?

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"Just a very odd dream. Part of it concerned your brother. Hektor. And a kinglier man I never saw. He wanted to know how you were, and, after I told him about Sirius, he wanted to know if Sirius was worthy of you, and truly loved you." Peter grins. "He was rather relieved to hear that Sirius didn't think he was worthy of you, and spent all his time trying to make you happy."

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Nods respectfully at Peter. It's probably the most respectful thing Paul has ever done in his life.*

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Paul." And Peter smiles at the boy.

[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

Megwyn approaches the door, facing the daunting the task of obtaining entrance to the tavern again. The field the barman had told her of (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/330020.html?thread=10397476#t10397476) had been more than adequate for her needs, but if she were to find a Chosen in this strange place, she had to return to the bar.

::Good evening to all. Could someone please open the door?::

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Appears next to her*

Big Dog. What you need are hands.

[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

::Which I am lacking.::

She curls back her lip and shows him her teeth.

::Now would you please open the door?::

[mnt_raph]

*Raph wanders over to the bar*
Did someone say Sake Bombs?

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: Oooooh, you think you can hide? You will nevah escapeeeeee~!]

[mnt_raph]

[ooc: well ninjas are known for their hiding skills. especially those "wander to the bar" hiding skills. *smirk* Raph figures if he's got Angelina's wand, that nothing bad can happen to him. He's not a smart boy]

[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

Megwyn approaches the bar, and is slightly disconcerted to see a differnt barman on duty. Her nostils flare at the scent of him, for he does not smell quite human.

[mnt_raph]

*looks over the top of his Sake Bomb to see the horse*
Uh, hey. How goes?

[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

She looks at him, sniffs delicately, and makes the equine equivalent of a shrug. Then she looks deeply in his eyes, but when she looks up again, there is no sign of why.

::Difficult. Do you know who the owner of this tavern is?::

[veryvorkosigan]

*blinks at the horse, just a bit*

[veryvorkosigan]

*Cordelia catches sight of Kassandra, and leans over from her barstool by the bulletin board.*

Kassandra! Good to see you again.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard runs over from where Door is lying unconscious (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/342955.html)*

Please, Sirius, Peter, we need help.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

[ooc -- no notifications and I was kicked offline -- sorry I missed this. waugh. Tonight will do better.]