A metre-high centaur comes strutting through the door with a box in his hands. This he deposits, with some difficulty, on top of the bar, which is significantly taller than he is.

It is a shoebox, with a sign on it.

Gone 2 fight demons.
Sassy ladies plz leave fotos & phone #'s here.
Kissies,
FoalyPausing just a moment to shine his horns, he ( Read more... )

"Free of charge counselling sessions free of charge!" Says one screeching Dalek as it floats down the stairs. "Free Horoscope and palm-reading, as well. Find emotional well-being despite your frail human psyches!"

Dalek is always botherable.

It had been just another boring day for Gwen Cooper. She woke up, ate breakfast, kissed Rhys goodbye, went to work, called Rhys to tell him she'd be late coming home (something about paperwork and he sighed and was quiet for a moment and she whispered that she loved him, and she'd back soon, she promised), and went out to dinner with Andy and a few ( Read more... )

Jack enters the bar. His vision is suddenly obscured by a plastic green cap with an orange and white fan at the top. His clothes, also, have transformed from a suit and tie to orange cargo pants and a long green t-shirt that reads, "KISS ME, I'M IRISH!When Jack sees himself in the mirror, he is quite mortified ( Read more... )

Well, she lost the bet. Time to pay up.

Mary Anne's in the bar in a lovely little nothing and pair of really impractical shoes. As for accessories, her pistol is in a thigh holster picked up from Bar.

She's also got a brightly colored drink garnished with a pinapple wedge, and the latest copy of a gun catalogue. Let the tormenting begin.

...Right, so. It's like this:

Centaur. 3 feet tall. Irish. Smarter than you.

Hat. Tin foil. Interesting "cultural" horn designs. Mind-reading-ray-proof.

Gadgets. Bizarre. Most likely hazardous to your health. V. shiny.

Bar. Stool. Webster's Unabridged Dictionary (condensed) for added height.

Egg nog. Non-alcoholic. 100% organic. Foamy ( Read more... )

The door opens ( Read more... )

Nita outside by the lake, in a gray hooded sweatshirt, walking, thinking, and occaisionally skipping stones.

And humming Yesterday, softly, to herself.

Cera trots proudly into the bar, head held high.

"See?" she calls to an unknown entity outside. "I'm brave enough to go back in. Sharptooth or no sharptooth!"

As soon as the door closes, her demeanour changes and she looks around anxiously.

Foaly wanders in soaking wet but looking ENTIRELY too pleased with himself.

[slowtime -- mun is sleepy]