Fade found a horse in need of shoeing when he wandered into the stables. As he knew how to shoe a horse and knew that a horse with bad shoes could be dangerous for both horse and rider, he'd taking the animal to the forge and set about making a new one. He banged at the iron shaping it with quiet, intent, purpose. He's intent enough that it looks ( Read more... )

Tavi is, perhaps surprisingly, not having anything specific to do today when he walks into the Bar. He settles for a hot bath--the one luxury he cannot quite let go of when he gets a chance, and idly wanders down to the Bar to investigate for some food and drink ( Read more... )

It's hardly unusual for newcomers to enter the bar and barely notice they've changed locations.

"I don't give a damn, George, get it done."

At least at first.

"George? George?"

Finally, the woman looks up, her eyes widening.

Seriously?

Get prepared, Milliways. Tess Mercer has arrived.

[[OOC: Be gentle; she's armed.]]

Last time Tavi was in the Bar, he'd intended to write to his family. Instead he ended up Bartending.

This time, he's bound and determined to actually get those letters written, because it actually is relaxing and keeps it from taking up time at work ( Read more... )

Tavi had fully intended to spend his time in the Bar today writing letters home--it wasn't work, it was relaxing and invigorating, it made him happy to actually get in touch with his family, and it would save time, there were no downsides--but when he wandered up to the Bar to request his usual ale, meal, and bread with oil, a note popped up ( Read more... )

It's been a long, long time since Tavi was in the Bar. As it is, his armor's covered in dust as he walks in, fully expecting his command building--and looks around with some surprise.

A slow smile spreads over his face, and then he all but bounds upstairs to go change, because crows he could do with a bath, meal, and an hour of not working on ( Read more... )

"Stupid Batman... stupid Waller.. stupid 'audition'." Owen grumbles to himself as he slams the door behind him, before lifting his head just as he was about to throw his jacket off.

"...wait, wut?" He looks around at the bar he's in. "This isn't home."

Sam smiles as he walks in. Having a tux on, he was coming back from Hawaii and when he walks to the bar to thank her for getting them there he sees the note. Okay he can do Happy hour. Why is he in his tux? He wishes he could change but that just isn’t a choice right now. Getting the pen he does the special board.

Nightly Specials.

Mojitos

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Well, it's certainly not the worst thing that could have happened to Rory.

(Though it's still a bit surprising.)

Thankfully, he hasn't popped into the bar straight from the hospital copy room (because that hasn't started to become a very bizarre trend at all, no); it's one of his blessed days off ( Read more... )

It's been a month or so on Kitty's end since she first tumbled into the Bar, and she was beginning to wonder if it had just been a strange dream instigated by keeping strange hours and living off of microwavable burritos, but nope, apparently not.