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spinningcoins.livejournal.com

On the end of one table is a wobbling stack of paper.

On the other end is Rosencrantz, seated crosslegged atop the table, all his attention on shaping a piece of paper into a peacock. It's a rather intricate process.

He started with cranes; a whole flock of them is nested in a bowl next to the unfolded paper, curled scraps tucked between them.

it_has_teeth

Out in the lake, someone is swimming.

He never stops swimming.

To stop swimming, to stop moving, is to die.

Pity he's already dead, then, isn't it?

ed'Rashtekaresket, the Master Shark, circles his tiny domain.

He might be restless. He might not be.

You're welcome to find out.

hands-unclean.livejournal.com

Lady Macbeth is plotting your doom.

Or perhaps her mun just uploaded a bunch of new icons and likes those keywords.

Anyway, you'll never know until you ask. She's sitting at a table, alternating between people-watching and writing in a blank, unlined book.

spinningcoins.livejournal.com

Rosencrantz has procured an orange from the Bar.

Seated at one of the tables, feet propped up, he's methodically peeling off the rind in long, spiraling strips, wrapping them around his fingers as he goes. The very tip of his tongue's poking out of his mouth.

It's a good distraction. Maybe he'll even get around to eating his food once he's done playing with it.

spinningcoins.livejournal.com

There are two Elizabethans standing in a bar at the end of the universe where there were previously none before. They are dressed well: hats, cloaks, and all.

Rosencrantz is looking rather bewildered.

So is Guildenstern, for that matter.

After a moment's silence, Rosencrantz ventures, hesitantly, "Death's a tavern, then?"

Two of the most significant nobodies in the world have come to Milliways.

[ooc: both Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are reboots of their predecessors, i.e. they're being treated as entirely new arrivals; if your character's old enough to remember the first Ros and Guil, we're sad to say that neither of them will remember him/her. also, feel free to tag them either together or separately :)]

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...

aj_crawley

*saunters in nonchalantly; there is a swagger to his walk that wasn't there before*

*collects bottle of wine from servete spell*

*lounges at a table with his feet propped on another chair*

kassandraloxias.livejournal.com

[Kassandra reappears out of the air, landing rather badly, on the bar and well away from Crowley. The wolf ripped large scarring shreds from the demon, and she is mostly covered in black blood. Where her skin is not blood-wet, she is silvery with ash. Her long hair is past twisted into knots.]

Sirius?

Sirius?

Anyone?

I need...

pirate_jack

*casually strolls in*

*immediately notices the incredible tension*

That's interesting. Perhaps this place will turn out to be a little more like Tortuga, after all...

*goes over to the bar and tosses gold on it*

Rum.

*looks around*

Current Mood: curious

ah-rosencrantz.livejournal.com

Good evening, Guildenstern, Beatrice, Kassandra. Would anyone like a drink? ::tosses coins:: Some brandy please.

Current Mood: chipper

magick-willow.livejournal.com

Ummm...Hi. I'm new here, Where is here?, and I didn't really mean to come here, but, since I am here...Hi.

Current Mood: confused

sweet-beatrice.livejournal.com

*wanders in from upstairs, sniffling softly*

Barkeep, may I have a hot chocolate with a shot of brandy in't?

Current Mood: weepy

ah-rosencrantz.livejournal.com

Well! This is much more the thing. The last place I found myself was -- well. Family members, friends, people who were... formerly... keeping company... go on stage, bemoan their woes, and then speak with their loved ones. I arrived on stage just as a maid was running towards her mother, arms outstretched. I appeared right in front of her mother, so she confused us. The host, a gentleman calling himself Jerry, was able to remove the maid's hand from my throat very quickly, and had me seated in the audience in short order.

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