*Rodya wanders out from the staff quarters, yawning, but without the customary circles under his eyes*

Bar, could I have two dishes of ice cream, please? Chocolate, and strawberry, I believe.

*Grabbing the dishes, he wanders back, and stops, spotting Ulfrin.

Ulfin makes his way downstairs from a good night's sleep in one of the inn's rooms. He orders some breakfast from the bar and sits down to eat it, noticing how few people seem to be around at this hour.

[ooc: anyone who may be in the bar is more than welcome to come and talk to Ulfin at any time. He's shy, but approachable. :)]

*Rodya wanders out into the bar area, supporting Gil, and they stumble over to the blackboard. Upon Gil's dictation, he picks up a piece of chalk and writes on the board*

Due to the continuing sickness of the kitchen staff we apologise but you are just going to have to get a takeway.Bar, Gil says that if anybody should require food, to get them ( Read more... )

*Waking was hard but he manages it and rolls over with a groan then sits up, head swimming*

Ow, bugger - ooh by head

*he's still terribly blocked up and sniffly but the awful fever seems to have broken. He looks down at his small bare body that seems to be clad only in damp tea towels*

What the ...?

*Rodya quietly slipped through the throngs of people in the bar and headed back to the staff quarters. Gil was sleeping fitfully, his face and cheeks flushed with fever. Rodya quickly ran back to the kitchen and wet some towels and returned back to Gil's room, where he sat with him through the night.*

*Bernard wanders out of the staff quarters looking a little pale; he obviously ran afoul of the flu that's been sweeping through the staff during the last couple of days. He's a little tired, but not infectious. He goes behind the bar ( Read more... )

*Rodya stumbles into the bar, squinting against the darkness. He appears to be lost. Wandering back towards the kitchen, he frowns.*

Has anybody seen Gil?

*It is then that he sees Rat, scampering across the floor*

Rat! Rat! Have you seen Gil?

*Rat squeaks at Rodya, which would be much more effective if Rodya actually spoke rat*

*Sirius appears behind the bar, stumbling through the kitchen doors. He has long red scratchmarks on his face, though they look nearly healed, and his right hand is wrapped in strips of bandage ( Read more... )

*enters from kitchen humming, pauses by angel to gently slip a pair of sunglasses from the lost property bin on his nose to cover the empty eye sockets, and uses some paper towels to wipe his face. he still looks battered but is now a little more presentable. then goes to the blackboard and writes ( Read more... )

Good evening all, and welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Before I begin, let me direct everyone still suffering hangovers from last night's immensely successful lake party to the bar, where in addition to our normal specials, Pettigrew's hangover remedies will be doled out free of charge. Eh, you paid for the beer. *shrugs ( Read more... )