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In celebration of the mun's last day of work (until he gets a new job), we bring you this massive multi-pup post:
Ford Prefect is sipping tea and watching the universe end. It's a show that never gets boring, no matter how many times you see it.
The Doctor is sitting in a booth on the other side of the bar with a book he checked out from the magical library about broom flying.
Geoff, the God of Biscuits, walks out from the kitchens where he had been checking on the offerings at his shrine and is pleased to note that they have not tapered off.
Melkor, who has not been seen around much lately, seems thoroughly engrossed in his book. This King James person had some strange ideas about the creation story.
Donald Schanke is feeling much more chipper since talking with Nick and having had the chance to flex his deducting muscles. He's currently reading through the casefile that his partner left him, hoping to see something that will make some sense of this mess.
Maedhros hasn't been seen since he was a child, but he remembers this place fondly. The now full-grown Elf also has a booth by the Observation Window, where he watches the destruction, occassionally shooting snarky glares across the way to Melkor.
Deanna Troi is typing away on her PADD, oblivious to the world and to her melting chocolate sundae.
Agnes Nitt is at the bar scratching her head as she works in a Beginning French workbook.
Vida Bohemme, looking fabulous as always, is eyeing the karaoke machine with a faint smirk. Someone might want to warn her it's evil.
And, finally, James Moriarty, arm in a sling and leg in a brace, haunts a darkened booth near the stairs, trying desperately to make notes in a small log book with only one good hand to work with.
Ford Prefect is sipping tea and watching the universe end. It's a show that never gets boring, no matter how many times you see it.
The Doctor is sitting in a booth on the other side of the bar with a book he checked out from the magical library about broom flying.
Geoff, the God of Biscuits, walks out from the kitchens where he had been checking on the offerings at his shrine and is pleased to note that they have not tapered off.
Melkor, who has not been seen around much lately, seems thoroughly engrossed in his book. This King James person had some strange ideas about the creation story.
Donald Schanke is feeling much more chipper since talking with Nick and having had the chance to flex his deducting muscles. He's currently reading through the casefile that his partner left him, hoping to see something that will make some sense of this mess.
Maedhros hasn't been seen since he was a child, but he remembers this place fondly. The now full-grown Elf also has a booth by the Observation Window, where he watches the destruction, occassionally shooting snarky glares across the way to Melkor.
Deanna Troi is typing away on her PADD, oblivious to the world and to her melting chocolate sundae.
Agnes Nitt is at the bar scratching her head as she works in a Beginning French workbook.
Vida Bohemme, looking fabulous as always, is eyeing the karaoke machine with a faint smirk. Someone might want to warn her it's evil.
And, finally, James Moriarty, arm in a sling and leg in a brace, haunts a darkened booth near the stairs, trying desperately to make notes in a small log book with only one good hand to work with.