In honor of mentioning she would do it sometime in a Big Back Room Thread, this post exists.

Around the pool table, which is sometimes in the bar and sometimes not, there are many, many people for one pool table ( Read more... )

So, it's Rue's Milliversary. Too bad Rue hasn't slept in three days and is groggy and sickly. But she, in third person, is going to try and play her first pup today anyway. Random slowness and disappearing is probably due to drifting off or having sneezefests.

"... and the piece noir was the observation window, showing the physical end of the ( Read more... )

This is an uncreative mun and a lame entrance post.

Why not.

Thursday Next, doing her usual travelbook edits, and reading FeMole, and doing the London Times Sunday crossword.

With a side of tea.

Come, talk.

[OOM: Thursday has dinner with family, and slips carefully away.]

Then, Thursday walks into Milliways.

And gets herself a room key.

Someone's staying a while.

At Bar, specifically, she gets herself a hot chocolate and does a crossword.

Her mun is tired, can you tell?

Come say hi.

*Thursday Next is browsing through a book - one with a bit of a frighteningly familliar cast.

How odd is that.

Well, not really, much, if you're Thursday.

But she always appreciates company.*

Owen Davies is dressed for church, in a plain bland grey suit that is well behind the fashion even for 1977, when he enters the bar. He does not look pleased to be there.

[Owen meets new and scary people like Raven, Morgan and Thursday Next. He actually talks to Raven, almost.]

*A pair of Nexts are in Milliways.

Thursday, making edits to her Travelbook, and Friday, quietly following along with his mother.*

Ms. Frizzle, Lizzie perched atop her shoulder, pulls up to Milliways and blasts her horn.

"ALL ABOARD!"

[OOC: Yes, it's a field trip! All interested characters, please respond below, but I'd like a limit of six or seven participants. We'll try to establish a single thread with a regular posting order, okay? Awesome, thanks.]

[ Pre-Milliways: A fight with Landen, for a million unknown reasons. ]

"Bar?" queries a somber-looking Thursday Next as the travelbook correctly places her at one of the stools in her description. "May I have ... um ..."

Something excessive to cheer her up. When fights happen, fights happen, but they're definitely fixable ... somehow. Or maybe ( Read more... )

*Ooh!

Barman!

Tending bar!

Neat!*