It's Valentine's Day, which means the Dollhouse has got a lot more business coming to it than usual. As such, when Topher Brink stumbles into the bar, he's a little more flustered than he'd usually be ( Read more... )

Chandler's in the bar today. He's over by the fire place, which is the least-weird area he can find. As long as he doesn't focus on the fish, it almost feels like any other fire place.

He's been switching back and forth between cups of coffee, and cups of soup. He's even learned to ignore the fact that the waitstaff are rats.

Come say hello?

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Ugh. The way Demoman has been drunkenly going on about his new toys is enough to make Spy want to spend time with Heavy while he's cleaning Sasha.

Thankfully, the door to Milliways has shown up.

The RED flicks his spent cigarette butt aside (making a rat chitter angrily at him) before he heads to the bar. The masked man is utterly botherable.

There's a Super Scientist at one of the tables. Slumped over a stack of papers.

Asleep.

He might even be drooling slightly.

He was working on some new schematics, but he's quite botherable right now. If you can wake him, that is.

"What's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?" isn't the most original thing to say as soon as you walk through the door, but it's better than talking about this all being a dream, right? Right.

Sweet, a bar. BLU Scout has no clue when the base got a bar but he's hardly complaining, especially since this bar has ladies. He flips his cap off ( Read more... )

There's a very grumpy looking BLU Sniper at the bar. It took him a while, but Spy figured out the reason he can't take off his disguise is because it's not a disguise.

He's actually a dinkum Aussie.

This explains the ashtray full of spent butts and the glass of wine in front of him.

The first thing that alerts Agnes that this is apparently one of those 'special' days in the bar is when she feels a draft across her stomach ( Read more... )

Look! A spy! Who is not spying because he isn't paid to do so on anyone in Milliways. (This is likely a very good thing.)

Anyhoo, you can find the masked man curiously, and very carefully, poking at the fire fish with a long stick.

A man bolts into the bar today before an jar filled with ominous yellow-liquid smashes against the now closed door.

That was far too close.

Did we mention he's in disguise?

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Spy's nearly humming as he steps into Milliways today. It's been a lovely productive day with a minimum of being burnt to death (or clobbered, exploded, etc.) and a good deal of backstabs all around.

"Could I 'ave a copy of my world's current Progrès Dimanche and a glass of my usual? Ah, merci." He settles on to a chair at the bar, newspaper in hand ( Read more... )