James comes into the bar with a small open box filled with colourful little miscellaneous bits ( Read more... )

The bar is currently plus one policeman officer, who is currently partially hidden behind a large stack of paperwork.

Bother with care.

Kick is lounging on one of the couches near the fireplace today, looking very bored.

Even the chocolate milkshake she's holding doesn't seem to be as exciting as it should be, and Nero, the ever-growing wolfpup, is curled up at her feet, looking just as bored.

Yep.

[ooc: Obviously, Kick has been catapulted into the future. This is only temporary, and she won't remember any of this when she goes back to being 7. ... obviously. :P Also, mun is a little busy, so responses may be slow, but tags are more than welcome!]

The young lady who steps into Milliways this evening is probably not familiar to anyone.

Probably.

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[oom: Back in 1921, Nick and Kick talk.]

Hey, I just walked in from a bar. My friend T.C.'s bar, to be exact. A jazz club. It hadn't opened for the night when I left, though it was almost about to. I had just finished helping him and his band practice for the night. I've done this for a while, and took almost as long for T. to convince me to take my vocals out of the shower and into the ( Read more... )

There is an absolutely jubilant seven-year-old with pink hair sitting at a table, feet swinging happily.

SHE FINALLY HAS COLORFUL HAIR!

This clearly calls for a giant milkshake.

It's early morning in Milliways when the door slowly opens and a small, blonde girl peeks her head through.

It's been a while.

With a wide, bright grin, she confidently strolls inside and clambers onto a barstool. "Hi!" she greets Bar cheerfully, legs already swinging. "Missed you. Chocolate milkshake, please!"

And the milkshake appears.

She's missed ( Read more... )

Card inna bar.

Not usually a patron of the pranks, Star was tickled to note her clothing changed when she came in.

It might not stand out to anyone else, but bare foot, in blue jeans and a zipper hoodie, with her hair in braids, she looks positively like a normal girl.

She's headed to Bar for a bubble drink and would love all company.

There's music coming from downstairs -- lots of it -- and Kick has managed to convince her uncle to stop sulking and get out of bed to see what's going on.

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Kick immediately starts clapping. "Oh, look! Everyone's singing and dancing!"

Nick just grunts. He doesn't see what they're so happy about.

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