Urania is behind the bar again, but this time she's not alone. She's flanked by two of her elder sisters, who are lounging against the bar, bickering amiably. Apparently it's family night. Three Muses, Urania, Euterpe, and Erato

Muse Erato wakes in an excellent mood. She picks a few things up out of her closet and dresses in a flowing gown of glittering peach and green. Her sister Muse is comfortably asleep in the next room. She flicks a long finger and a stream of water douses her sister. Her cheerful "Happy Dyngus Day!" drowns out Tere's sputtering curses. Another flick ( Read more... )

Busy bar. Good ( Read more... )

Indy's broken ribs are still kinda debilitating. He can do most things, but 'tending seemed like a bit of a push. He's downstairs in the bar though, showing solidarity for Mike, or keeping a discreet eye on him, or something. If it gets too crowded, he'll help out. Yeah. That's it.

It is pretty crowded. But Mike's doing just fine ( Read more... )

*Eri walks in from the back, shaking water out of her long red hair. Her skimpy red halter and denim shorts are soaked and they cling to her body*

Hellllo, Milliways...

Mel was pacing in front of the observation window, looking out occasionally as a particularly bright implosion illuminated the room.

She was waiting, but she didn't know what for. She figured that she would know what it was when it came.

*Eri appears in the corner, dressed in low-cut red velvet and carrying a flute of champagne. She smiles at nothing in particular and looks around for someone to play with*

Lilly stumbles downstairs, yawning, her arms overflowing with packages. She makes it to the bar and starts dropping them off.

( Delia, Goldy, Jack Harkness, and Puck )

Lilly steps into the bar. There is a brief chorus of glingleglingleglingle and when it is over, she's been magically transformed into a girl with nice breasts. If she looks really close, she can tell because... actually, no. Nothing's changed. Oh well. She can still get dinner.

*Tere is in the bar, with her almost omnipresent martini, sipping and humming and wandering. Please bother her*