Harth is bored.

Frankly, it's a fairly common occurrence these days. You kind of expect one thing or another when you die - peace, everlasting torment, whatever, and Harth was not expecting this level of boredomThe sulk currently in progress is practically visibly exuded from his pores as he sits flopped on a barstool, leaning on his elbows and ( Read more... )

Emily hasn't been to Milliways for a while, but she has a craving for one of those purple milkshakes with the sparkles in that taste of. . .purple with sparkles, so she's perched at the bar drinking one/ She is accompanied, as always, by several cats - none of whom are in view at the moment, as they've taken it upon themselves to explore.

Emily in Milliways isn't a rare occurrence, certainly not enough to stir any notice. Her chocolate milkshake is pretty common-place, she's quite often accompanied by any or all of her cats.

In other words, there's no reason to notice her. No death ray, today!

Feel free to say hi, anyway.

Here Bar, have a Scarlet. She is sitting at a table, one out in the open to be very visible. On it with her, the businesswoman has a suitcase, a stack of papers, and a very noticeable sign:

LOANS

- Need money to pay your tab ( Read more... )

Emily, a death-ray, and boredom. What could possibly go wrong?

Let's just say, she might not be going home for a few days.

So, she's innocently sitting at the bar, drinking chocolate milkshake, and looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. For anyone who knows her, this is disturbing.

Aphrodite . . . well, she isn't there. But there's the faintest scent of fresh cherries on the air, and vanilla, and people might find themselves smiling for no apparent reason and wanting to find their nearest and dearest and remind them how important they are. But the Goddess herself is conspicuous by her absence from this line-up ( Read more... )

[[OOM: Harth and Emily. . . 'Nuff said?]]

The Time Out Machine parks in the garage, as usual, and Harth and Emily appear up the stairs. Emily grins at Harth, and trots over to the Bar. It's coffee o'clock.

He hath commission from thy wife and me
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
To lay the blame upon her own despair,
That she fordid herself.

And with these words, Edmund was borne out of the room and did die.  Slowly, and painfully, and full of regret and despair, bleeding from the wound his brother did him.  That he probably deserved.  He lingered ( Read more... )

[[OOM: Teja gets a room, and has a vision]]

Teja is in the bar early. He sits by the observation window, drinking tea, and pondering life, the universe, and everything. Part of his dark, brooding nature. He looks at the people in the bar from the corner of his eye; he is ever watchful. Part of his fighter's nature.-

Wes Janson's behind the Bar, still all bruised up and with a black eye.

... he has several other people helping him today. Not all of them actual bartenders.

It's pot luck.