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beautiful_bulletsToday, somehow, the bar is a riot of purple: delicate bunches of lilac flowers droop like vivid bunting from the rafters, and a tiny glass vase with a single long stem of lilac sits in pride of place at every table.
A huge, battered banner hangs above the bar, proclaiming THE PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF TREACLE MINE ROAD in careful hand-painted lettering, and the haunted jukebox keeps playing a strange half-bawdy half-sorrow song whose lyrics are approximately ninety percent "How do they rise up?"
An enormous scythe has been propped discreetly against a coat stand in one corner (SOMEONE must be off-duty), and the smell of cooking curry is wafting from the kitchens.
If you're wearing any purple at all, there's a high chance that you might, just possibly, receive a hard-boiled egg with your food order. There's certainly a very strong likelihood of you being offered a drink of scumble, a fiercely alcoholic concoction of apples. (Well, mostly apples.)
Every so often, an empty peanut shell floats gently down from somewhere high up in the rafters. Look carefully enough and high enough up there, and you might see the very orange Librarian responsible. (Just, whatever you do, don't use the M-word.)
Happy Glorious 25th May, Milliways. May all your little angels rise up.
[OOC: Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (of either a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]
A huge, battered banner hangs above the bar, proclaiming THE PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF TREACLE MINE ROAD in careful hand-painted lettering, and the haunted jukebox keeps playing a strange half-bawdy half-sorrow song whose lyrics are approximately ninety percent "How do they rise up?"
An enormous scythe has been propped discreetly against a coat stand in one corner (SOMEONE must be off-duty), and the smell of cooking curry is wafting from the kitchens.
If you're wearing any purple at all, there's a high chance that you might, just possibly, receive a hard-boiled egg with your food order. There's certainly a very strong likelihood of you being offered a drink of scumble, a fiercely alcoholic concoction of apples. (Well, mostly apples.)
Every so often, an empty peanut shell floats gently down from somewhere high up in the rafters. Look carefully enough and high enough up there, and you might see the very orange Librarian responsible. (Just, whatever you do, don't use the M-word.)
Happy Glorious 25th May, Milliways. May all your little angels rise up.
[OOC: Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (of either a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]
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