[identity profile] tin-foaly.livejournal.com
A metre-high centaur comes strutting through the door with a box in his hands. This he deposits, with some difficulty, on top of the bar, which is significantly taller than he is.

It is a shoebox, with a sign on it.

Gone 2 fight demons.
Sassy ladies plz leave fotos & phone #'s here.
Kissies,
Foaly


Pausing just a moment to shine his horns, he glances around furtively in case any hoardes of short, busty women show up to give him a tearful farewell.

Yeah, not likely. Well, it was worth a shot.

Giving his tail a final toss, he disappears back out the way he came.


[ooc: Aaaand Foaly's out until mun finishes reading book 5, whereupon this sadly neglected pony boy will be given a good deal more attention. See y'all on the flip side!]
[identity profile] dalekity.livejournal.com
"Free of charge counselling sessions free of charge!" Says one screeching Dalek as it floats down the stairs. "Free Horoscope and palm-reading, as well. Find emotional well-being despite your frail human psyches!"

Dalek is always botherable.
[identity profile] pc-cooper.livejournal.com
It had been just another boring day for Gwen Cooper. She woke up, ate breakfast, kissed Rhys goodbye, went to work, called Rhys to tell him she'd be late coming home (something about paperwork and he sighed and was quiet for a moment and she whispered that she loved him, and she'd back soon, she promised), and went out to dinner with Andy and a few other people who worked that night.

She'd gone home, opened the door to her flat and walked into Milliways. She sighed, and took a seat at a table with a cup of tea. Time stopped here...she didn't have to go home just yet and come up with stupid paperwork lies.

She's quite botherable.
[identity profile] jackdriscoll.livejournal.com
Jack enters the bar. His vision is suddenly obscured by a plastic green cap with an orange and white fan at the top. His clothes, also, have transformed from a suit and tie to orange cargo pants and a long green t-shirt that reads, "KISS ME, I'M IRISH!"

When Jack sees himself in the mirror, he is quite mortified.

That might be an understatement.

[ ooc: mun is having a sudden bout of tiredness and knitting fever. tag if you wish, but this baby's in slowtime. ]
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[personal profile] song_tra_bong
Well, she lost the bet. Time to pay up.

Mary Anne's in the bar in a lovely little nothing and pair of really impractical shoes. As for accessories, her pistol is in a thigh holster picked up from Bar.

She's also got a brightly colored drink garnished with a pinapple wedge, and the latest copy of a gun catalogue. Let the tormenting begin.
[identity profile] tin-foaly.livejournal.com
...Right, so. It's like this:

Centaur. 3 feet tall. Irish. Smarter than you.

Hat. Tin foil. Interesting "cultural" horn designs. Mind-reading-ray-proof.

Gadgets. Bizarre. Most likely hazardous to your health. V. shiny.

Bar. Stool. Webster's Unabridged Dictionary (condensed) for added height.

Egg nog. Non-alcoholic. 100% organic. Foamy.

Don't you want to talk to him?

Entrance

Sep. 21st, 2005 10:46 pm
[identity profile] fairy-short.livejournal.com
The door opens.

Eyes that automatically go to head-height will see nothing. If they look a little further down however, they will see one very confused ex-LEPrecon elf. For about two seconds.

Hazel eyes widen in shock at having apparently walked into a human gathering in the protected Underground.

"D'Arvit!" Holly Short snarls, and shields herself, fading out of view and leaving only a barely-visible shimmer which hovers near the door.

She'll have to figure out how the heck all these humans got here anyway...
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[personal profile] nita_callahan
Nita outside by the lake, in a gray hooded sweatshirt, walking, thinking, and occaisionally skipping stones.

And humming Yesterday, softly, to herself.
[identity profile] tinyceratops.livejournal.com
Cera trots proudly into the bar, head held high.

"See?" she calls to an unknown entity outside. "I'm brave enough to go back in. Sharptooth or no sharptooth!"

As soon as the door closes, her demeanour changes and she looks around anxiously.
[identity profile] tin-foaly.livejournal.com
Foaly wanders in soaking wet but looking ENTIRELY too pleased with himself.

[slowtime -- mun is sleepy]