The relatively scrawny young man who shuffles into the bar looks very much like he's just rolled out of bed. His hair is tousled, his Pac-Man tee is rumpled, his boxers are... well, boxers, and he's only wearing one sock.

He looks around, blinks, and decides that this is somehow Bennet's fault.

"Dude," he sighs, turning to face the door through which ( Read more... )

"Hello, hello!" cries the huge, rhinoceroid monster emerging from the broom closet. "This place again? I just knew I should have made that left turn at the preconscious." He doesn't seem displeased, though.

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The broom closet is standing slightly ajar.

Is it just you, or are the shadows inside extra-shadowy, the spiders extra-large, the cleaning products extra-toxic?

It's probably just you.

[[Please ping the mun before tagging!]]

{minisculetag: The Giant Purple Snorklewacker}

There's a young boy, settled at one of the tables, surrounded by girly-coloed construction paper, glitter pens, glue, and paper doilies. Also on the table, is a very large order of paradoxes and a cupcake with a candle in it.

To the Milliways Calender Day...Tyler's officially been here one year.

Come on and say hi.

Delysia is still very, very new to the concept of Milliways. Last time she arrived here (no matter how many nice people she met), she almost arrived in her dressing gown and oh, the scandal that might've been ( Read more... )

It occurred to Momiji today that he's been staying in the Bar for quite a while. He's lost track of how many days it's been by this point, but he knows that it's certainly been longer than he originally intended.

Maybe it's that realization that has him feeling homesick, so suddenly. Or maybe it was his conversation with Yrael a while back that ( Read more... )

The broom closet door swings open, and out peeps a huge purple rhinoceroid monster... in an incongruously small bowler hat.

"Oh, my! This is new!"

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There isn't anything especially strange about Frasier's appearance in Milliways today, except for the fact that he isn't limping or scowling or being dramatic.

In a galaxy far, far away, some form of Hell has frozen over.

He adjusts his tie as he strides to the bar, then orders a decaf latte. (It's actually a much more complicated order than that, ( Read more... )

Ace is in an extraordinarily good mood. Sure, she still has paperwork to finish (the endless, never-ceasing paperwork) and life goes on (it does have that tendency), but still, no one should be this cheery working on impossibly dry forms. She's curled up in one of the armchairs by the fire, scribbling out her reports that are tacked to her ( Read more... )