Michael, T-shirt-clad as ever, is seated in a booth, booted feet propped up on one corner of the table. She's got a cup of coffee in one hand, half-resting on her belly . Her other hand is occupied with holding up a newspaper.

She is not, at this precise moment, looking at the crossword puzzle for the week.

That comes later.

Out back, it is finally springtime. This means, amongst other things (like how it is almost time for bikini season, and bikini-watching season), that it is just about warm enough to drag a comfortable lounge chair outside and sprawl in the warm sunshine ( Read more... )

Michael makes her way from the front door to a corner booth, tossing her bike helmet onto the seat. She passes the booth, however, and swings by Bar herself ( Read more... )

It's a Ianto!

He is not on a mountain in Wales, icon to the contrary. He is not even on a mountain at the end of the Universe, though he thinks when the weather's better he might go explore that one.

He is, however, peacefully drinking coffee.

K is on the phone as he comes in through the Door. He pauses, just before going all the way past the threshold.

"Just a second, Chief. Milliways."

And now a tinny, but familiar, little voice starts bellowing: "K! K! Goddammit I'm not fin ( Read more... )

He is wickedly handsome and charmingly witty... or perhaps that is the other way around. Either way, he is a force to be reckoned with and a pedigreed thief of the hearts of ladies hither and yon ( Read more... )

There's a Beckett in the bar.

Only thing is, this one isn't carrying a gun - or a badge. In fact, she's not even going by the title of Detective yet, and as far as names go? You can just call her Kate.

This Beckett (Katherine, Kate - hell, even Katie at times) has never been in the bar.

And it shows.

" - whoa."

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The door slides open, and Urahara slides through.

He might have been in the middle of something - his feet are braced, his zanpakuto is out and braced as well, his off hand keeping his sword from being slammed back into his face. And really, he seems to be quite comfortable with the fact he's a good two feet off the ground ( Read more... )

Enzo is hurrying frantically through the barroom, trying to find someone to help the hurt girl but not sure if he needs a doctor or a magician. She only looks hurt-very badly so-but if he could smell it, there must be something on the energy spectrum for him to smell.

Halp!

[OOC: Seeking help for Detta after her encounter with Blodwen. Someone ( Read more... )

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly..." It sounds odd, even... nearly impossible, but Urahara sounds positively flustered.

Or panicked.

One or the other. Possibly a little of both.

"Why? Because... because we're closed! Good day, ma'am!" And one rakishly handsome shop-keeper slips into the bar, leaning heavily against the door.