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Twilight has already exchanged gifts with her friends in Ponyville, and sent off greeting cards to various friends and relations elsewhere. Her bags are already packed for her trip to Canterlot for Hearth's Warming Eve. There's only one thing left to do before she leaves: drop off presents for her friends in Milliways.

Thus, the following packages are left with Bar.

( for Tyler Marlocke )

( for Mia Ausa )

( for Link )

( for Kanaya Maryam )

( for Karkat Vantas )

Happy Hearth's Warming, Milliways. We'll see you again in the new year.

trigger_man

[OOM: Lexington, KY; Sept. 2014. Building up, not tearing down.]

The door opens, and as Jack walks in he stops in his tracks, blinking for a second.

It's been months since he's been in the bar, and in true Milliways fashion, when he'd opened the door to a 7-11, the bar was the last thing he'd expected to see. Not that it's unwelcome; far from it. He can feel the weight of his keys in his pocket, the key to his room still on his keychain. He'd taken to putting his hand in his pocket and running his thumb over its edges, whether to remind him of the realness of the place or to try and make the door appear, he can't be sure. As weird as the bar can be, it's probably the closest thing he has to a home at the moment, though that's not a thought he'd like to examine very closely at the moment.

Closing the door behind him, he walks over to the bar, pulling his tool belt off and gently placing it on top of Bar as he slides onto a stool.

"Hi, Bar. Can I get a coffee, please?"

[ooc: Finally, Jack's back in the bar! Open until his next post.]

aaaaaaaagh_sky

Ellen meant to come into the Bar and see who she could pick up to head out to the spaceship. Unfortunately, the Bar had other ideas, and they were on a napkin.

"Really?"

Another napkin.

"Well, all right, if you insist... But I'm going to need the book."

SPECIALS:

Little Green Man
Flying Saucer
Doctor Steve's Antifreeze
Midnight Samurai
Escape Route

Also beer
I'd like to not have to mix up everything myself

She puts the book away and settles back to see who comes around this time.

gavin62truck

God grant me the serenity to make it through the weekend without people pissing me off for no reason--

Bar presents Tommy with a note on a napkin.

"Oh, c'mon, again? Didn't I just do one last month?"

Another note. Which he crumples up, gritting his teeth.

"Alright, okay, fine."

And because Tommy is still lazy and has the laziest imagination ever, he repeats his specials for like the billionth time.

SPECIALS

Guinness (Irish dry stout a.k.a. beer)
Bushmills (Irish whiskey)
Johnnie Walker (Scotch whiskey)
Baileys Irish Cream (what it says)

Ladies! Get 50% off any drink if you kiss the bartender!
(location of kiss negotiable)

Kids, animals, bound people drink free
Mixed drinks cost extra

And with that, Tommy hopes for a quiet shift as he leans against the back counter and catches up on some reading. And by reading we mean this week's issue of Sports Illustrated, since he doesn't really do books.

[ooc: omg how are you all amazing? I have no idea, but you are. Open forever but slowtimes are officially in effect!]

smallgayjew

Over at a booth in a corner is a student. You can tell he's a student because there's a stack of books next to him and a half-written essay under his head.

Under his head because he's currently asleep on top of it.

Possibly snoring. (Just a bit.)

no_vampires_plz

[Millitimed to the end of July: Twilight, Mia, Link, Tyler, and Julie go on an Epic Quest, involving evil flowers, smoldering carpets, arthropod mandibles, and Australian sheep.

And later, after they've all gone back home... maybe Twilight should be worrying about the future, after all.

No spoilers, but plenty of foreshadowing.]

sky_child

This kid's a regular, so it's not unusual to see him walk through the front door.

What is unusual is the get-up he's wearing: some kind of old fashioned military uniform complete with a layer of chain mail underneath a green tunic. And a floppy green cap, of course. He's carrying the same style of wooden shield he had when he was bound, but the sword that goes with it is quite different. Its hilt is of a light teal-blue color with a diamond-shaped blue gem at the base.

The kid's gotten an upgrade in both status and weaponry, but he doesn't look too happy about it. Could be because his reasons for wearing both the outfit and the sword have little to do with adhering to school dress codes (even though the sword is clearly not sanctioned by the school) and everything to do with the green pillar of light that recently appeared just beyond the main island of Skyloft. That's where he has to travel once he leaves the bar today. There's some mumbo jumbo about destiny and saving the world involved with the process--that's how he landed such a nice sword--but, really, he's only doing this to find Zelda.

Who kind of disappeared last night.

So, yeah. He's not looking too happy as he takes a seat by the bar and orders a cup of coffee. He's gonna need it.

[ ooc: yes, Milliways, Link fiiiiiiiiiiiinally has his green tunic. GRASSHOPPER JOKES ARE GO. ]

thezeldaoflegend

"Mew!"

"Link, will you put the thing down!"

"...it followed me."

"Mew!"

"You mean you woke it up and it 'followed' you so you could pick it up!"

"..."

"Mew!"

"See, it wants me to carry it."

"Oh, Link...oh! Look where we are!"

Yes, Milliways, the dynamic duo of not!elves has walked through the front door, and one of them--the one with the short, super dirty blond hair and the floppy-looking ears--is holding some sort of mewling animal. The other one--the one with the long, blonde hair and the wide, pointy ears--is rolling her eyes and making her way towards a table somewhere in the middle of the bar. The cat whisperer follows.

You can find them at that very table, the long-suffering one (whose name is Zelda) working on yet another knitting project as the cat whisperer (whose name is Link) holds up the kitty (otherwise known as a "remlit") with a look of contentment.

...mew.

sky_child

When Link came downstairs this morning he decided, on a whim, to test the door.

A few minutes and one trip upstairs later, he's dashing out the door in his regular clothes, sword and shield in hand (hoping that he hasn't used the blade so much that it's noticeably dull).

Several hours after that, out by the lake, a large red bird swoops down from the sky and lands. There was a human--or elf, in some people's eyes--riding on its back. The human-elf-person hops off, giving the bird's beak a few friendly strokes before jogging to the bar. He returns with lunch, both for himself and the bird.

You can catch the human-elf-person-kid (who can be called Link if you retain the default naming settings, but who has also been called anything from "you dick" to "Precious*") sitting by his bird, enjoying lunch, or leaning against the bird's side, taking a nap.

* The narration staunchly denies having ever named this character "Precious".

sky_child

Link could not find Zelda in the bar today. That made him Sad. His levels of Sadness can be detected in the slump of his posture, the way his head is thrown over the back edge of the chair, his mouth slightly agape--and may, would you look at the sadness hiding within those adorable nostrils of his?

Which is to say: Link was going to sit down and eat and maybe wait to see if Zelda showed up, but then he fell asleep.

Someone better tend to that pumpkin soup before it gets cold!

thezeldaoflegend

When Zelda walked up to the bar, she was expecting to order a warm cup of tea to take with her to the fireplace.

She was not expecting to be nearly tackled by a certain childhood friend.

"Zelda!!!"

"Wha--Link?"

It is indeed her precious sleepyhead.

"I'm happy to see you, too, but--you're making it hard for me to breathe."

"Oh. Sorry." Mr. Sleepyhead then releases her from his death grip, which he had previously assumed to be a hug.

The two old friends then proceed to chit chat as Zelda finally acquires her cup of tea (and pumpkin ale for Mr. Sleepyhead) and leads them both to the couch by the fire, where she pulls out a knitting project to keep her hands busy as Link talks.

Later on, she's working on another project--embroidery on a white cloth--as Mr. Sleepyhead is doing what he does best: dozing off, his head in Zelda's lap. And covered by the white cloth she hadn't pulled out until he was asleep.

[ ooc: I'll be writing both their actions/dialogue in one tag so you don't have to worry about a tag order or anything. If you want to pull one of them away for a one-on-one chat, that's also fine! :) ]

mnr_splinter

Splinter's not sure how long the strange little orange men who live in the walls have been working on what ever it is that they're working on, but if their count down is any indication, there are 867,530 bottles of beer left on the wall.

What wall? He has no idea, but it surely it is a rather vast one to hold so many empty green and brown bottles.

From his favorite meditation spot he has a perfect view of the island in the Lake where they're placing the bottles mosaic-style into wet cement. Already some spiral patterns are emerging, and Splinter has no doubt that the structure well be quite lovely when it is completed.

ikissdhimbck

For the sake of posterity, let's say it's still light outside.

Kate's been in and out of the stables with Butch all day, taking a few of the animals through a series of — no doubt unusual-looking — exercises. The two stable hands have been busying themselves with their chores ever since.

She's got some color in her cheeks, her loose braid windblown and frayed. But she looks better than she had a few weeks back. Going on the wagon for a spell will do that.

(Never you mind the tequila shot she had with supper. She wasn't going to let it go to waste. That's just rude.)

You can find her in the stables putting away tack, or later at the Bar writing Miss Lilly Kane a thank-you note. She's in a fine mood, and exceedingly botherable.

[tiny!tag: Lohengrin (The Knight)]

kamehamehaaa

It's kind of boring recovering from concussion. So Gohan has been trying to do some quiet training that can't possibly exacerbate anything in his head.

At the moment, he is floating a foot in the air, in a sitting position, holding a sofa above his head with the arm that wasn't recently mended. Which isn't terribly taxing, but does at least require him to focus chi in two directions at once.

Feel free to stare, or tell him to put the sofa back.

no_vampires_plz

It's another lazy summer afternoon behind Milliways. At least, until three things come out of the woods in rapid succession.

The first is a yellow rubber ball with blue stripe around the middle.

The second is a three-headed black bulldog the size of a house, galloping eagerly after the bouncing ball.

The third is a four-foot-tall purple unicorn frantically trying to keep up with the dog. "No nononono, Cerberus, heel, we're not supposed to be going this way--!"

[This post is plotlocked to those who are signed up for the Journey to Tartarus plot. Please don't tag if you're not on that list. Thank you.]

sky_child

There's a not!~~angel~~elf out back by the lake.

His sword and shield are placed beside him on the rock he sits on, staring out into the distance.

With some effort, it should be noted. He's not finding an awful lot out there to hold his attention, and thus keep him from falling asleep...

sky_child

A haggard looking, pointy eared teenage boy in green pajamas wanders into the bar like a zombie. He stops by Bar, mumbles his order, and, carrying a fresh cup of coffee (green, of course), drags his feet to a nearby table.

And proceeds to stare blankly at the swirls of heat rising from the coffee.

Somebody hasn't been sleeping well.

golden_lyre

The door opens, and Orpheus backs his way into the bar. "No, I just need a break. Really. I'll be back in five minutes..."

Putting enough effort into his music to satisfy the producers without putting in so much that it will cause problems is proving to be more complicated than he'd anticipated. It's giving him a headache at the moment, and he could really use a drink. He doesn't want to tell the producers that, though, because they were very specific on the importance of his sobriety to the project. Whatever. He's so going out for a glass of wine. Possibly a whole bottle.

Of course, as he's walking backwards and thinking more about wine than about what might be behind him, two things are possible. One, he doesn't yet realize he's made it into Milliways. Two, he's just backed into something/someone.

kamehamehaaa

The space where the door is turns, briefly, to a wall of stone. A second later, Gohan smashes backwards straight through the rock, right across the room, and stops only when he hits the wall on the other side of the bar and ends up in a battered heap on the floor.

Man, that Captain Ginyu is good. He wipes the blood off his mouth and holds his ribs just for a moment. That huuuuuurt.

makesthings

It's hot outside, much more than the Old Kingdom and Sam's decided he's going to go fishing. He brought a rod he made years ago as one of his first more complex projects when he was fourteen and has the old creel his family has always used.

His feet are dangling in the water, his shirt sleeves are rolled up, his rod is propped up and he's drinking one of the cold beers that Bar gave him in his picnic basket as he watches the sky and enjoys doing nothing.

Later he'll try and figure out exactly how the insulation is cooling as well as it is and a fish might even bite.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls if not longer. Just poke if its scrolled and you're interested.)

fowl_beast

There's a table. Maybe it is your table.

Now there is fried chicken raining down on that table. You might ask why, but the turkey-sized chicken that apparates when the rain stops falling won't likely have a believable answer.

After some furious flapping the unfried chicken lands on the table. "Well, I won't look a gift horse in the mouth," the unfried chicken says before he starts pecking at the fried chicken.

sky_child

When the sleepyhead descends to the bar from the skies (i.e. his room upstairs), he receives a note. A note he stares at for a long time.

"Ugh...do I have to do this?" he says after a while, setting the note back down on the countertop. "I don't even know any of the stuff people offer for these things!"

The old note vanishes, and new note appears: Just make something up.

"Okay, but I don't know how to make any of the--"

And just like that, a big ol' manual for making (non alcoholic) drinks appear. It's even written in his native language. How could he refuse?

"It looks like I don't have a choice," he mumbles, making his resigned way behind the bar. He flips through the manual for a while before shaking his head, setting the manual aside. He then grabs a piece of chalk and sets the chalkboard before him, writing, in the most meticulous Hylian he can manage:

Hi,
I can't make alcoholic drinks, sorry.
I can make you something without alcohol!
Just ask. I have a manual.
- Link

Just ignore the chalk smudges. He's trying to work on his splelign.

no_vampires_plz

Most Milliways patrons enter via the front door. A few come in through the back.

It's not too often that you see one appear in the middle of the room in a flash of magenta light.

POOF.

The unicorn looks around her for a moment, then pumps her forehoof in triumph. "Yesss! It worked!"

And with that, she trots over to Bar to order a BLT. (For ponies, that stands for a Buttercup, Lily, and Tulip sandwich.)

starrydome

He's found a tree. It's a good tree, strong and tall, with widespread and sturdy branches.

Elrond is not a wood elf and he does not have as close a bond with trees as the elves of the Goldenwood or Greenwood, respectively, do. But he is an elf and he does enjoy being in the company of growing things. Especially slow and calm growing things. Such as this tree.

He climbs it efficiently, but with less inborn grace than the aforementioned kinds of elves. Trees are less inclined to shift about to accommodate those descended from the Noldo, it seems.

Once there, he relaxes against the trunk and sighs.

It's tempting to just - stay here.

likesthecoat

Summertime, and the livin' is easy...

Though if you're Ianto Jones, the livin' is pretty much the same. Aliens to track, new technologies to explore, humans abusing the flotsam and jetsam from the Rift for their own gain...all in a day's work.

Coming to Milliways for a bartending shift is so simple by comparison.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Woo Woo
Peach Bellini
White Sangria

COFFEE
ANY WAY YOU LIKE IT