Two things may or may not be noticeable about the person who enters the bar ( Read more... )

[OOC: Out of Milliways]
[OOC: reposted to go after the breakfast post, because mun is wierd like that]There is a staff in the bar. It has an Esk attached. A very thin and pale looking Esk, who has a glazed expression which doesn't reflect her usual preoccupied thought processes ( Read more... )

Detritus has gone quite some time without having the little problem where the door he opens doesn't lead to the place it's supposed to lead. Troll brains being what they are, he's quite forgotten* that the problem existed ( Read more... )

The door opens with a crash, and a figure appears in the doorway. Completely fills it, actually.

The eight-foot-tall orange-furred creature standing there has to duck and squeeze through sideways to get into the bar.

He looks around, clearly confused.

"Sar-aaaah? Ludo here..."

As Michael asks the bar for pen and paper, he notices its scars. "I hope you feel better soon," he assures it, and this seems to expedite the delivery of the writing materials.

He sits down on a barstool and writes a note. When it's done, he puts it on the bulletin board and retreats to a corner booth.

( The note. )

* Indy walks casually downstairs, looking round with amusement at the freakishly different crowd frequenting the bar ( Read more... )

Things had been going downhill since Detritus lumbered out the front door that morning. Literally. It wasn't all that usual any more for trolls to assault the most senior silicon-based member of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch, but once in a while some kid fresh down from the mountains got hold of a few smuggled ounces of slab, and they'd do just about ( Read more... )