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incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

Violet wanders into the bar from the outside. Where's she been? Who knows. Well she does, that much is true. She gets her customary milkshake and fries and plops down in a booth. Come play with her.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

Darien trots down the steps, still a little weirded out by life, the universe, and everything but dealing with it. Loud orange pants and a tank top make sure he's visible enough. Behind him, still a little weirded out by the end of life, the universe and everything (or maybe just the drinking establishment that seems to have situated itself there) is Kevin, dressed in khakis and a polo shirt. Darien tugs on his arm like a little kid and Kevin rolls his eyes because he's used to it, but eventually, they make their way to the bar counter.

Beers are ordered and the first sip is taken before Darien nudges Kevin's shoulder with his elbow. He almost misses his mouth with the bottle and gives Darien a look before Darien throws the puppy dog eyes his way and calms down a little.

Feel free to come over and say hello to the Fawkes boys.

[ooc: Tag and get one or both -- dork or delinquent]

mogget_cat

*~~Snowflake~~ ~~Kiefer~~ ~~Tumnus~~ ~~Enki~~ ~~Buckley~~ ~~Al Na'ir~~ Oh screw it.*

*Not'cat on the bar, looking for someone to pet him.*

alwaysroomforhope

Stephanie wanders downstairs and plonks herself down in a chair. She's reading. She's reading Macbeth, to be precise. It's kinda weird, but she likes it. She never used to have time to do stuff like this - always figured she'd have plenty of time to read once she was old.

Shakespeare is heavy going for an action-inclined teenager, though, even a dead one. She'd welcome company.

blue-bat.livejournal.com

There's a Dick in the bar, we swear.

Just because you can't see him at one of the tables or a booth, or near the bar, doesn't mean he's there.

It just means you have to look for him.

Nope, not out by the lake. Nope, not at the elusive bathrooms. Up higher.

Dick is in the rafters (a common batsibling practice lately), with a pillow. Sleeping. (Not such a common practice).

Yes, he is that insane.

Feel free to throw something at him.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon enters the bar, a troubled look in his eyes. He doesn't notice where he is at first, but when he does? He looks like he can't decide whether to be relieved or annoyed.

Real life at the moment isn't exactly a piece of cake. Or, if it is, it's a big piece of shit flavoured pie - a lovely mental image. Finding out that you grow up to be something completely evil and coming face to face with this isn't enjoyable -at all-.

He glances at the door for a moment, before frowning. "Oh, screw it." He'll stay here for a little while. He could use a damned break.

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

There is an invisible girl in the bar. But she is not invisible. She is, in fact, visible, unless you don't notice her, in which case she would not be visible to you. Perhaps. Regardless, she has been in of late she's just been...not noticed. Right then.

Violet.

fast-as-flash.livejournal.com

Wally is in the bar. He looks very, -very- bored. It's taking all his willpower to not dash around the bar at superspeed, playing pranks.

But he's resisting. Admirable, huh?

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

Violet.

Milkshake.

Bar.

But then, what else is new?

mini-supes.livejournal.com

A white haired dog comes flying into the bar, pursued by an unhappy looking Kon. He looks even more annoyed when he notices where they are.

"Dude, look where you got us into! Supes is gonna kill me for bringing you here! Come back here!"

Krypto seems intent on ignoring him, wandering around and sniffing at chairs.

impulsivekid.livejournal.com

Barts in the bar. Qhoo! Thats like a whoo, but with a mistyped w. His head is down, and he appears to be reading what looks like a scrap book. He's making notations inside it.

"Werewolf attack... have...EMT standing by. Already straightened ribs, cauterized wound."

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

Violet walks down to the bar, grabbing a milkshake and taking a seat at a table.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

The fastest man (no longer) alive enters, in a good mood and with his cowl down, looking for lunch, and for friends old and new.

impulsivekid.livejournal.com

Barts in bar. He's staring at his feet. They're propped up on a table. The only bad thing about this place is they have no cartoons.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Esk is reading in a chair by the fireplace.
Actually, she's watching the trilobites with an open book on her lap, but it's the same thing, right?

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Valentine walks in from the House of Arch. She's back to looking tired, wan, and perhaps just a bit pale. She walks over to the notice baoard and posts a good-sized note. There's an oddly stylized look to it, as if a patteren had been followed. It is poster-sized, looking like an old playbill or speech announcement.

( Announcement of Public Speaking )

And with that, Val takes a mug of tea from the bar, and sits down in a booth, poking at her laptop.

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