Olive's wandering through the bar with a topped-up glass of iced tea when she feels a sharp pinch in her calf.

She gasps and spins (sending droplets of iced tea raining down on innocent patrons in the vicinity). "What was that?"

After looking around, she notices the glint of gold disappearing under a nearby table, and kneels to investigate.

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Olive, in the bar, with a glass of lemonade, a piece of rhubarb pie, and a rather guilty look on her face.

On the plate next to the pie is a fortune cookie. Olive looks at it curiously for a moment-- she didn't order Chinese-- then cracks it open.

"Go ask your mom."

She laughs to herself (almost without rancor), and lets the message flutter onto ( Read more... )

Rae has to make a few trips to the Bar from the kitchen before all of the gift baskets of baked goods have been delivered. Each has a note with them, and contain a variety of baked goods, from cinnamon rolls to Bitter Chocolate Death, from Lemon Lechery to Cran-Paradise, from apple-walnut bread to rosemary-garlic rolls, the ratio of sweet to ( Read more... )

Olive finds herself behind the bar (not for the first time), and today she's in a much better mood.

She contemplates the board, then writes:

Sing your order [preferably in rhyming couplets], get half off.
Olive hums quietly to herself as she cleans down the bar, waiting for customers. This is a familiar scenario--considering this bar is at the end ( Read more... )

After discovering the existence of the stables, Olive's found herself wandering down there quite frequently to soothe any of life's little humps and bumps ( Read more... )

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"Hey! Digby! Stay!"

A small, honey-haired waitress dashes through the door, skidding to a stop when she sees that the dog in question is nowhere to be found.

... this interdimensional stuff is really weird.

(You'll find her at the bar, momentarily, if you don't run into her by the door.)

[ooc: open to tags for the weekend.]

Today's Specials
Hurricane
Port in a Storm
Vanilla Rain

COFFEE
any way you like it

The weather is, perhaps, affecting Ianto's mood--or at least his drink selection.

Olive is still clutching her keys when the Milliways door falls shut behind her.

"Well," she says, managing to compose herself as a nearby customer raises a brow, "I guess it was about time, anyway."

[ooc: because I need a break! open until it falls off the front page.]

Duck is attempting to practice plies using the back of a chair as a makeshift barre.

This would be going better if the chair didn't keep shifting and sending her wobbling wildly.

Still, if nothing else, Duck is great at determination!