Angelo comes in from the staff quarters. He's managed to retract the skin on his burned hand, but the fingers look distinctly painful.

He glances around for a healer.

Anakin sits in a booth, eating a bowl of soup. It's cold outside.

Peter's at a table in the bar, eating dinner and reading, as usual. His crystal case is on the chair beside him.

[OOC: Peter will not be responsive for the next hour or so, as the mun has to hurry up and eat dinner. This is just an establishing post.]

Valentine walks up to the front of the space she has prepared in the corner of the bar. She has no notes, just herself, in a green sweater and long black skirt. There is a determination on her face, and eyes. She looks out over the assembled croud for what she hopes is the only time tonight. Biting her lip at everyone there, she takes a deep breath ( Read more... )

He has Val's gift mostly done, and has moved out into the bar to finish it. He has a feeling she will be wanting it soon, with what Luke told him the other night.

He sits at a table and works, occasionally glancing up at the room around him.

Bill walks through the door, the hawk owl perched on his shoulder. He looks better than he has since he arrived. As he moves past the bar it produces a cup of tea prepared as he likes it; he half-bows to it and moves to a nearby table ( Read more... )

*Will enters, looking around cheerfully*

( in bill's room, earlier )

He moves with a far more determined step than an evening of drinking to excess might provide, but Bill now has a purpose. He opens the door as smoothly as possible, given the pounding in his head, and moves toward the bar where a phial with his name on the label catches his attention ( Read more... )

*Tom's been at Milliways a lot lately. (Don't worry, he's not fleeing home and shirking his responsibilities - he's just having fun talking with friends and meeting people) This evening, he walks in and sees the notice about the bar. He grins and heads over to the bar. He pats the wooden counter ( Read more... )

This holiday spirit thing is finally starting to have an effect on Anakin. He emerges from the painting fairly whistling and bearing a number of carefully rolled up papers. He has realized it is doubtful he will get parts to make everyone's present before the upcoming holiday, and so is settling for giving them the plans for their presents instead ( Read more... )