Luna checks under all the tables and chairs (and the occasional patron) as she makes her way to the bar to begin her shift, and writes her name on the Specials board in decidedly low spirits.

Hello, bar, I’m Luna and I’m a waitress.

And this she adds, drawing an arrow to her poster, is my kidnapped snorkack.Seemingly satisfied, she drifts away to ( Read more... )

Valerie has appropriated a spot by the fire -- an armchair, the perfect place for tucking up her feet and gazing into the flames, sipping tea, absently playing with her hair with her free hand.

It's going to be a while before the shine of this place's luxuries wears off.

John Locke is at the bar.

John Locke is Moody.

This does not bode well.

There is a Locke. Locke is working on what looks like a map. There are also crutches next to the booth he has claimed for himself.

He looks...perplexed.

The front door opens, and through it walks an old man who may or may not look familiar. To many, however, the annoyed drawl with which he calls over his shoulder is unmistakable ( Read more... )

Ichigo walks into the bar for the first time in awhile, sword on his back, in his usual uniform. He looks normal enough as he takes a seat at a table, dropping the sheathed weapon to the floor with some care. The only thing that stands out, however, is the deep, thoughtful look on his face ( Read more... )

Jack's at the bar. Where Aeryn left him.

Staring at his empty beer bottle dejectedly. He's bored. He's defintely leaving soon.

Locke is at the bar with his usual beer and hot dog.

The beer is getting more attention than the hot dog.

[ An OOM.

Featuring Locke, Pikachu, a mysterious island, and a smokemon! ]

Yellow thing.

Paper.

Wheefun!

The paper goes rustlerustle cracklecrackle.

The yellow thing goes "Pikapika! Pikapika!"