Tarot Happy Hour
It's started.
Tower takes a look at the crystal over the bar, squints at the window, winks at the scurrying, worried rats, and goes to the bar to order a scotch. Instead, he gets a napkin.
"How very fitting."
He gets himself behind the bar, looks a few things up in the little black book, and writes two specials on the board.
When his lovely sister Star turns up, he just waves her over, and hands her the chalk (after a brief peck on the cheek). After all, there is a bright side to everything, even to general apocalypse.
A free drink for everyone who dares take a card from us!
Then, the two cards (the dark-eyed old man, and the lovely blonde young woman) wait behind the bar for customers.
[[OOC: Two muns, two pups. As announced a few days ago in the Backroom, the cards we draw are not rigged, but it might help to know what the question might be. Thanks! Now in Slowtime! We try and get everyone who's tagged in cards before the apocalypse.]]
Tower takes a look at the crystal over the bar, squints at the window, winks at the scurrying, worried rats, and goes to the bar to order a scotch. Instead, he gets a napkin.
"How very fitting."
He gets himself behind the bar, looks a few things up in the little black book, and writes two specials on the board.
When his lovely sister Star turns up, he just waves her over, and hands her the chalk (after a brief peck on the cheek). After all, there is a bright side to everything, even to general apocalypse.
A free drink for everyone who dares take a card from us!
Then, the two cards (the dark-eyed old man, and the lovely blonde young woman) wait behind the bar for customers.
[[OOC: Two muns, two pups. As announced a few days ago in the Backroom, the cards we draw are not rigged, but it might help to know what the question might be. Thanks! Now in Slowtime! We try and get everyone who's tagged in cards before the apocalypse.]]