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At some point during the twenty-fourth of local December, Sariel deposits a number of gifts with Bar. There's also a moment of quiet conversation after the packages vanish, but that could very well have something to do with gifts too, considering the minor flicker the tab board just went through.

((OOC: This post is open to reactions. My previous one is still open to threads. I needed to get this up as I'm elsewhere for RL holidayness from tomorrow morning.))
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At some point during the day, Sariel hurries through the front door with an armload of packages. They're left under the tree* for Captain Kirk, Dale Harding, River Tam, Tanya Adams, Teller, Turanga Leela, Will Scarlett and Yrael. Then the ensign's off again.

*Or with Bar, if there isn't any tree

((OOC: Gift post! This one's not open for threading, say sorry, though reaction tags are fine with me.))
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Sam has been working on Ellen's armor and forgetting to come inside and do other things, but he's almost finished the armor.

That's why when he came in to eat, he ended up falling asleep on one of the couches once he finished eating.

He's stretched out and taking up the entire couch and twitching in his sleep from bad dreams.

At some point he'll remember that it's a bad idea to fall asleep in Milliways though he might need reminding, it's a comfortable couch.
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Like any hard-drinking bar denizen, Melpomene eventually has to pay her dues. In part, this means tending the bar when she's told.

A little grumpy, Melpomene heads behind the bar and lights up. (What's a proper bar without a fine fog of cigarette smoke?) With her free hand, she writes:

Specials:
Make me laugh, half-off drinks.
 
... then she presses her hands gently to the hardwood, and watches, and waits.

(ooc: open for the night.)
tiny tag: Orpheus
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It's been a while since a certain silent terror has stepped foot in Milliways, but he's feeling brave today. It's stupid to avoid a place because one 'freak accident' happened that could have happened to anybody.

But it happened to him, and he's decided that he has got to get over this paranoia. And he's convinced that that's exactly what it is. Paranoia. Nothing will happen, and as far as he's aware, only a few people even know what happened. He's pretty sure that any odd looks that happen to be thrown in his direction just have to do with the fact that he's walked in, carrying four dozen doughnuts.

After all, after a crisis, the best thing to do is to just keep doing what you've always done.


And in Teller's case, this includes four dozen doughnuts, which he does intend to share with anyone who asks.
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At some point during the evening, Sariel slips through from the Enterprise and up the staircase. When she makes her way back down again and crosses to the tree*, she has her hands rather full.

Demeter )

Dale Harding )

Captain Kirk )

River )

Tanya )

Teller )

Will )

Yrael )

*If there is a tree. If not, the gifts are with Bar.

((Tiny military tag: Tanya Adams))
((Tiny magical tag: Teller))
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Teller is over by the fireplace, enjoying some chocolates for a holiday he doesn't celebrate (which means he didn't get anything for the gift-giver, as he wasn't expecting to get anything in the first place).

He's trying to ignore that this is the first time he's been in this place for a few months, which has the effect of making him look like he's trying to ignore the place at large. Rather hard to blame him, though, all things considered.

Tiny Jumpy Tag: Teller
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Teller is out of the infirmary! Okay, so he still sort of looks like hell, but he's feeling better. He just looks less like he was nearly turned into dog werewolf food, and more he was on the wrong end of an ass-kicking.

He's in his pyjamas, stretched out on one of the sofas by the fire, and he and the fireplace fish are currently enthralled by something the bar gave him. After a little bit of fiddling around with it and the collection of smaller boxes Bar had given him, he managed to get it working, and seems quite impressed with the result.

Penn is very close by, reading the first third of Moby Dick (where the rest of the book is, is anyone’s guess) while he eats a slice of the pizza he and Teller are sharing. In reality, he’s utterly failing at reading his book and is ready to jump up at a moment’s notice to fetch anything Teller might need. Not that anyone needs to know that.


Fake Tags: Penn, Teller
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Harold is working with a book he got from the Bar. He has to get through this one and learn all of the notes and how to read them on paper before he can start going through the sheet music Alba gave him.




Teller’s found a box of crayons, and is using them to decorate one of the tables. He’s drawing various monsters and dragons on the surface, most of them eating other dragons and monsters.




Nicholas is outside today, despite the turning weather. He’s in a relatively good mood (as far as good moods and Nicholas Angel go, anyway), and is idly wandering around the grounds, trying to avoid any overly-muddy patches.




Tim is, in theory, working. He’s back by the fire place with his sketchbook and a by now ice cold cup of tea. In practise, he’s asleep. Feel free to wake him if his snoring gets too loud.




Gus is over at a table with Jools. He seems to be trying to teach Jools some new card game. Moreover, he seems to be winning. Anyone watching might not be particularly surprised.

Fake Tags: Alba DeTamble, Harold Chasen, Teller
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River comes in from the lake area looking windblown, slightly chilly despite her long duster, and entirely cheerful. (Boukephalos is a friend who deserves catching up with, just like any other. Unlike friends who aren't horses, 'catching up with' means 'joining for a gallop around the lake.')

She stops by Bar to run her hand across the polished maple, and say a few words. What she gets in return is an enormous mug. She beams, and scoops it up carefully in both hands.

A few minutes later, she's ensconced on one of the couches near the fire, sitting crosslegged with both hands wrapped around the mug. (It contains a fair amount of hot chocolate, with a good bit of whipped cream and chocolate shavings, but not as much as you'd think from the size of the mug. Bar is good about giving River things that are hard to spill.)

Tinytag: Teller
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There is a quiet man in a suit at a table, doing his best to deface a Gideon's Bible. Right now, he's working on the story of Jephthas's daughter -- not a particularly graphic series of drawings, but interesting enough.

Penn is nearby, and has been trying to gain Teller's attention for the last ten minutes.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he shouts finally.

He pulls out one of his throwing knives and lobs it in Teller's direction. It sticks in one of the legs of the chair Teller's seated in, and he looks down at it as though it's confused him slightly.

After a few moments, he pulls the knife from the chair, and uses it to start cutting up an apple that he's pulled from nowhere.

Penn is not amused. Teller will be perfectly willing to share his apple, though.

Fake Tags: Alba DeTamble, Finvarra, Penn, Teller
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"What is wrong with you?"

Two men wearing identical business suits walk through the door. The bigger one seems to be raging a little bit at the smaller man.

"Who the hell falls asleep in a box?" Penn demands, shoving Teller slightly. "You trying to screw this up for us?"

Teller shrugs lightly and tries to make his way up to the Bar. It wasn't like he'd completely conked out in there; he still hit his cue.

Penn sulks off to the other end of the bar. "Yeah, you're lucky you woke up, you little rat bastard," he mutters, getting himself a cola beverage.

Fake Tags: Penn, Teller

[ooc: Tag one, or both. Two pups, one mun.]
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[OOM: "Gaaaaaaaaaaary..." Spoilers for Fallout 3.]

Ellen pokes her head through the door and glances around. Once she's absolutely sure this is where she was planning to go, she steps in. Dogmeat darts around her ankles, tail wagging despite his muzzle, chest and belly being caked with ... well. Ellen's just gonna shepherd him out the back door as fast as she can to wash him off before coming back inside to order anything.

And when she does order, it's gonna be the strong stuff, for once.

Fake Tag: Ellen Park
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OOM: the only thing you can do when you're in a terrible situation is close your eyes and get on with it.

The man in the doorway drops his cell phone.

It snaps, breaking badly, before he stares blankly. Two minutes ago this ways most definately not a fucking bar..

Mark is suddenly very aware of just how shitty he looks-sweat stained shirt, burns on his wrists, sweat, dirt, blood-the things he'd grown used to. To suddenly have this..

"What the fuck.."

He takes another step forward as the door vanishes behind him.

"hello?" he pauses, "Hello?"

He looks right, then left, "Where's the.." he rubs his head, "What the hell?"

[Tiny Tag of Horror: Mark Hoffman]