sunbaked_baker: (with a fierce look)
[personal profile] sunbaked_baker
They may have both experienced worse sleeping arrangements, but that doesn't mean that a couple of days and nights of being handcuffed together have been easy for Childermass and Sunshine. The situation wasn't dire, which is a blessing, but it was still plenty frustrating.

This is their last-ditch attempt. It hadn't taken long to write: Magically Handcuffed - Looking For Key onto the Specials Board. And that says it all, really.

"We're not the only ones looking," Rae says, careful not to pull Childermass' hand as she hangs the sign over the Bar. "So hopefully this'll help."

Childermass nods silently and settles in to wait.

(ooc: Two muns, two pups! If you want a specific pup, say so in the comments! <3)
hot_water: (aren't I just perfect)
[personal profile] hot_water
Anyone visiting the bar today might notice a few decorations that weren't there before. Pink and red bunting, clusters of cut-out paper hearts taped to the walls. Boxes of chocolates, and a bowl filled to the brim with those chalky conversation hearts.

A bit odd, but nothing sinister. The bar just has its sense of humor. And a fondness for playing matchmaker, perhaps. For example, anyone who happens to eat food from her today will suddenly find themselves handcuffed to the person nearest them who has also eaten. The cuffs are unpickable, and quite sturdy, but there may be a key floating about in the possession of a mystery patron....

[OOC: Thanks to Saph for the set up.]
yinyangwizard: (Modern)
[personal profile] yinyangwizard
Seimei enters the Front Door holding the handles of a basket with a cloth draped over it in one hand and what looks like a diaper bag over the opposite shoulder.

The basket, or whatever is inside it, is wailing. Also a bit smelly.

Seimei heads to the restroom and returns a few minutes later with a slightly less noisy and no-longer-smelly basket. He then goes to the Bar, greets her with a bow, and requests a warmed bottle of baby formula.

One can find him a few minutes later in a chair by the fireplace, bottle-feeding a very small (and hungry) baby with snow-white hair, pointy ears, and a fluffy white fox tail poking out of the rear flap of her pink onesie.
ostro_goth: (OOC: Mun and pups)
[personal profile] ostro_goth
This morning, people are having breakfast all over the place, as the do every morning. Among them are:

  • Dorian Gray, who is sitting by himself at a table, consuming a rather traditional posh British breakfast, complete with kippers and kedgeree;
  • Teja, who is eating his usual coarse Roman bread, with moretum and pieces of cured meat. He has tea with it and reads an Italian newspaper with some headline about "Unioni Civili", whatever that is. Occasionally, a piece of cured meat might accidentally drop to the floor, where four cats are casually lounging;
  • Madame Thénardier, munching brioches with coffee in the nook by the fireplace while reading "50 Shades of Grey";
  • Lady Margolotta, sitting in the darkest corner with some good-morning cocoa before turning in for the day;
  • Father Pearse Harman, having tea and wholemeal toast with marmelade while going over his sermon for today one more time;
  • Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who is having strong coffee with Spanish tortillas, liver omelette, and avocados stuffed with spicy shrimp;
  • and finally, a large black cat that is definitely not Teja's, pulling left-over Christmas decorations from some impossible corners and batting them around the bar room, shredding them in the process.

Each of them is quite ready to share, and chat -- but beware the jólakötturinn's claws if you try to share that bit of plastic pine wreath he is playing with.


* minus two -- Ragnar is off with Athelstan, Cadfael and Olivier to the christening of Olivier's daughter while Katrina Crane is not coming in because canon sucks Ankh water
sunbaked_baker: (teen!Sunshine is having none of your bs)
[personal profile] sunbaked_baker
Seventeen-year-old Rae Seddon manages not to slam the door when she enters the bar in a seething rage, but it's a very close thing. Some part of her that isn't currently given over to anger at her mother still realizes that slamming the door will just make things worse in the long run. And that's the problem, isn't it? Whatever she does, it's not the right thing. Even when she's actively trying not to piss of her mother, it never works. If Rae is working hard at the coffeehouse, trying to save up some money, her mother feels free to tell her she should be studying and trying not to fail her senior year (said with the tone of one who is already certain she will fail). If Rae is studying quietly in her room, she should be helping out her step-father at the coffeehouse - doesn't Rae see how her parents are working their fingers to the bone? And why can't she find some nice boy to settle down with, not like all the boys Rae has dated in the past, of course (and neatly overlooking that Rae's messy break-up with Baz is still a raw wound for the girl in question).

Fuck all of that.

The newspaper Rae has clutched in her hand is already crumpled, and her treatment of it does it no favors as she storms across the room to the bar, where she slumps onto a bar stool. Fuck all of that, so much. Just another month, she tells herself. A mere month. And then - gods willing - she'll have squeaked by on her exams and graduated. And she can move out. Get her own place. Be free.

It takes a few moments for her to calm down enough to notice the napkin that had appeared on the counter top when she'd sat down.

"What?" she says, reading it but not quite believing it. "Now? Really?"

Another napkin.

"Couldn't someone else do it? I mean, now is really not a good time-"

Another napkin.

"But-"

Another.

"Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Fine." It's just more of the same, wherever she goes. Rae stands up abruptly, rolling up the newspaper, and heads towards the kitchens. Some time later, still seething, Rae returns and hangs the Specials board. It reads:

'Happy' Hour
Drinks:
Tea of all kinds
Non-alcoholic sangria

Starters:
Jalapeno Business (Jalapeno-sweetcorn muffins with butter and honey)
Artichoke On It And Die (Spinach-artichoke dip with chips)
Rock Out with your Guac Out (Guacamole dip with chips)

Mains:
A Real Pizza Work (Mushroom pizza with caramelized onions, fontina cheese, and rosemary)
Tempura Tantrum (Assorted Vegetable Tempura)
You Wanna Pizza Me? (Pesto pizza with roasted red peppers, mushrooms, and asparagus)
Oh
Kaaaaaaale No (Cannellini Bean and Kale soup)
Quiche of Death (Spinach, tomato and feta cheese quiche)

Ice Cream:
Cherrytale Wedding
Deja Brew
Banannoying As Hell
Grow a Pear
Chocoholics Anonymous Failure
Utter Peach of Shit
Mango Fuck Yourself



"So, bar's open, everyone," she mutters. That done, and hoping no one really takes notice, Rae settles down with the classifieds section of the New Arcadia newspaper, looking over the listings of apartments for rent.
manofbusiness: (watchful)
[personal profile] manofbusiness
Childermass is at a table in the corner with a newspaper and his pipe, glancing up from time to time to observe the room.

On the table is a bowl of water with a thermometer in it, which he appears to be ignoring.
i_am_your_host: (cigarette)
[personal profile] i_am_your_host
The Master of Ceremonies keeps a vampire's hours, so it's almost evening when he's up and about. He is still Bound and he is still annoyed about it.

So, he's finding ways to keep himself busy, ways that don't necessarily involve going to bed with people, but he's not against that.

No, today he's practicing the piano, a simple but pretty classical piece with the help of sheet music he requested from the Bar. It's obvious that he knows the piece but is a novice at playing, even if his hands seem to be made for it, slender and graceful with long fingers. He falters at some parts, and has to stop and restart others. However, he's got the main melody down, and it's nice when he gets all the way through it.

For motivation, there's a large glass of red wine on the piano that he constantly sips from. The ashtray next to it is already filled with cigarette stubs, as the cigarette pursed between his painted lips dwindles.

Botherable, listenable, assistable.
sunbaked_baker: (young)
[personal profile] sunbaked_baker
It has been a hectic holiday season at Milliways, and ten-year-old Rae Seddon is glad that things seem to be calming down again. She had hoped to give out the candles she'd made for Solstice gifts closer to the holiday, but either she wasn't around, or the people she wanted to give gifts to weren't around, or there was another holiday to try and help save. There was always something.

At least all the pots and pans and spoons and candles are back, now.

Rae is currently on the couch by the fireplace, tying ribbons in little bows on all the candles she made, so they look pretty when she gives them to her friends.


(ooc: Post open forever. Mun is finally has the time and energy to thread, and is here all day. :D)
i_am_your_host: (enchante)
[personal profile] i_am_your_host
The door opens to a cacophony of laughter and music. And in steps someone who, by Milliways's calendar, hasn't been here for a few months.

"Scheiße," whispers the Master of Ceremonies.

The greater part of a year has actually passed on his side of the door, but somehow, time and space have aligned themselves to this very moment.

It's New Year's Eve.

Eyes wide with shock, he seems stuck on the threshold. And then suddenly, his lips split in a grin.

Shutting the door behind him (and not noticing that it disappears...), he makes a beeline for the Bar, his arms laden with two bottles of champagne and a large box of chocolates.

There's also a silver sequined top hat on his head.

After a quiet but giddy reunion with Madame Bar, he works quickly and orders several plates piled high with food: mini Black Forest cupcakes, made with and without liquor, clearly noted; mini apple strudel turnovers dusted with powdered sugar; crackers with a selection of European cheeses, stinky but tasty; fresh pineapple wedges, because who doesn't love fresh pineapple?; thickly cut Belgian fries with an array of sauces ranging from chutney mayonnaise to chipotle mango to honey barbecue to melted cheddar (there is no ketchup); mini potato-and-onion latkes with apple sauce and sour cream for dipping; mini Swedish meatballs with lingonberry preserves; and mini bratwurst sausages with mustard and relish on the side, plus sauerkraut for the adventurous. There isn't anything you can't eat with your fingers, forks, or toothpicks -- and Bar also provides the latter two, along with stacks of small plates and napkins. The buffet takes up almost an entire half of the countertop when everything appears, and Emcee adds a plate, piling the assorted chocolates, filled with cherry liqueur, almonds, and caramel, onto it.

Then he requests...music. Well, there has to be music for there to be dancing! So Bar lends him a small electronic device. He's seen it before. It's one of those pocket phones that everyone has in the future. It's already loaded with songs that he enjoys, might enjoy, and will enjoy, and after he figures out what to swipe and tap, a bouncy Louis Armstrong number blares over the sound system.

What else, what else, what else...

Emcee abruptly flings off his leather coat. He's shirtless but for a black pinstriped waistcoat left unbuttoned. His slim black trousers are cut off below the knee and held up with suspenders (boytoy lederhosen style), revealing strappy sock garters and his usual beat-up combat boots. A silver bow tie, no collar, is tied around his neck. His eye makeup and nail polish are silver, too.

(There's a moment's hesitation before he strips his left forearm of the white handkerchief bound around it and stuffs it into his pocket.

He bids Madame Bar a lovely nap, and holding onto his top hat, he vaults over her to get to the specials board.


NEW YEAR'S EVE HAPPY HOUR
Now Until Midnight!

Everything ON the bar is FREE (while it lasts)
Everything BEHIND the bar is regular price

(Non-alcoholic drinks FREE as well)

STAY FOR THE ALL-NITE DANCE PARTY



After plunging the champagne bottles that he'd brought with him into an ice bucket, he sets up several champagne flutes and hops up to sit on the bartop. (Free, after all.)

"Come and get it, darlings!" he calls out merrily, popping the cork on one of the bottles.


[OOC: Millitimed to a couple of hours before midnight. Party tagging applies. Open forever! New tags always welcome!]
manofbusiness: (listening)
[personal profile] manofbusiness
Childermass is sitting at a spot along the Bar, staring bemusedly at a muffin with a candle stuck in it and the cheerful accompanying napkin note. (The gift from Rae is met with a less bemused half-smile and set aside to take home and share among the staff.)

"Now however did you know about that?"

(He's only told one person here enough to find the date of his birth, and few enough know it at home.)
sunbaked_baker: (Default)
[personal profile] sunbaked_baker
It takes Rae a number of trips to deposit all of her Solstice gifts with the bar. Autor, Jay, Ragnar, Athelstan, Sinric, Tahno, Diaval, Gavroche, Alana Bloom, Bonnie Murdock, Pearse Harman, John Childermass, John Segundus, Dorian Gray, Matt Murdock, Floki, and Hannibal Lecter will each have gifts waiting for them the next time they come to the bar.

With that done, Rae starts preparing for her Happy Hour shift. The season lends itself to warm, filling fare, and hot drinks. To her frustration, she hasn't been able to find any more pans or spoons than what she and the rats have been able to keep safe, so the menu Rae puts up on the Specials board is rather truncated today compared to her usual offerings. She has had to stick to things that can be kept hot while other things cook:

Winter Solstice Happy Hour Specials
Dinner:
Vegetarian Pot Pies
Cheesy Zucchini Quiche
Butternut Squash, Apple Cider and Cheddar Soup with roasted garlic grilled cheese croutons
Pumpkin Chili

Desserts:
Pumpkin Spice Braided Brioche Knots
Blackberry and Pear Galette with Rosemary
Lavender-Peach Strudel

Drinks:
Mulled Cider
Snickerdoodle Hot Cocoa
Ginger Latte
Hot Lemonade



Rae settles behind the bar, feeling the good, accomplished kind of worn out, and pours herself a big mug of the hot-sweet-tart lemonade before turning to face the bar room with a smile.

"Happy Solstice, everyone! It's Happy Hour. What'll it be?"
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[personal profile] manofbusiness
Childermass is sitting on a bar stool with a plate of bread and cheese in front of him, looking at it a little askance - but certainly not rejecting it.

"What bread is this?" he asks Bar, and gets an explanatory note. "...I see. Very well, then."

And he starts to eat.
howtoactfereldan: (the least of his children)
[personal profile] howtoactfereldan
Cullen had every intention of retrieving something to eat, something to drink, and retreating out to the inlet until he felt capable of returning to Kirkwall without a permanent scowl on his face.

But the chairs by the fire, he knows, are... soft. Comfortable. You know what's hard to find in a barracks? Comfortable chairs.

He sinks down onto an empty couch with a sigh, in the company of a glass of mulled wine. It's indulgent. He shouldn't. But -- as much as he hates to admit it -- his will to maintain focus, to maintain discipline, is very low at the moment.
yinyangwizard: (Seimei's Magic Seal)
[personal profile] yinyangwizard
Milliways seems to be experiencing a mild infestation of little origami frogs in various colors and patterns of paper. There are dozens or scores of the things hopping about, or sitting there with their throats bulging in and out like real frogs. Fortunately they can't croak like their flesh-and-blood counterparts: the most they can manage is a faint rustling of paper.

If one makes a little effort, it is possible to trace the frogs to their source, who is ensconced in a booth with tea, a plate of pickled radishes, and a pile of origami paper. He is wearing a formal kimono set adorned with a crest that bears a striking resemblance to a pentacle (but isn't, really).

Seimei finishes folding yet another origami frog, puts an index finger on its head, and gently exhales on it. When he does this, there is a brief flash of magic visible to people who notice these sorts of things. The frog comes to life and starts hopping about the table, then onto one of the seats, and then on the floor. Seimei is already folding in the process of folding another frog.

[OOC: Millitimed to before this. Available for tags, or just reactions to the frogs - whichever you prefer.]
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[personal profile] starrydome
Elrond leaves a note for Jay with Bar, telling him that he has spoken with Guppy Sandhu and would like to talk with Jay himself before committing to performing the wished for procedure.

Then he finds a quiet spot and settles down to take care of some letter writing.



{ooc: open to all}
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[personal profile] manofbusiness
"Hannah", Childermass says brusquely over his shoulder as he strides through the door, "I've already said the girl can come for a trial month. Leave it at that until she proves herself, eh?"

He shuts the door with a hint of relief before the unseen Hannah can answer, gets some food from the Bar, and heads for his preferred spot by the fire.
never_promised: (Bodyswap - Cesario)
[personal profile] never_promised
This is an unfamiliar sort of hangover for Hal--he's never been a girl with a hangover before, let alone a girl disguised as a boy with a hangover, and he's sure he's never had a hangover after drinking so very little--but the worst of it is over, thanks to time, some buttered eggs, and a couple of white pills offered gratis by Mistress Bar, and now he's looking around the common room with cheerful interest as he nurses a very modest and unassuming small beer.

How many of the people here know Cesario, he wonders? (And how many of them know Viola? But that's a secret he has promised to keep, and he keeps his promises.)




[tinytag: bodyswap]
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Vext has a very nervous look on his face. He's sitting in the middle of the bar, in a chair, his hands in his lap. He's doing the best he can at being as still as a statue.

The God of Mishap and Misfortune is fairly certain he has nothing to do with going on. But he's the god of Mishap and Misfortune and there's a lot of that going on. Maybe if he just sits there and doesn't do anything, nothing else bad will happen.

He realizes that the chances of this are none to negative numbers, but he can try, can't he?
wheelsy_sheriff: ([lil!Bill] - that smile)
[personal profile] wheelsy_sheriff
Milliways is alright, if a little weird.

Bill's been staying with William, and while Bill's a little homesick already, he's doing okay.

He's found out that Bar is really nice. She gave him pancakes with chocolate chips for breakfast, and now tonight having already finished dinner which was chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs, he has dessert.

It's caramel apple pie, just like his mom makes, with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream and a glass of milk.

The mustache he's sporting might be from the ice cream or the milk, but he's too into eating to notice he's got one.