Rai wends her way into the Bar, pulled by a vague feeling that she's needed. When she sees that no one is standing behind the gleaming wood, she darts through the passthrough and leans her elbows on the Bar to think about what she wants to serve. She can smell Autumn coming and that gives her the idea.

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Math nerd alert. Muse of Geometry behind the bar, pencil stuck through her messy bun, with a computer open in front of her. Tonight, the plan is to graph the alcoholic preferences of the Bar's patrons. The sign behind her is almost illegible, but good enough.

Come order drinks. I need more points to plot. Lots of points. Please help.

A Bar. A Muse. A collection of geometrical glasses. What more could one ask for?

Ianto, as always, is pleased to find himself in Milliways, and takes a seat at the bar, anticipating an endless cup of coffee and a night of good talk.

The napkin that pops up is no surprise, though. He reads it and nods. "Absolutely, I can do that."

He goes behind the bar and thinks for a moment, then writes on the specials board:

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Urania is behind the bar again, but this time she's not alone. She's flanked by two of her elder sisters, who are lounging against the bar, bickering amiably. Apparently it's family night. Three Muses, Urania, Euterpe, and Erato

A Muse. A Bar. This is becoming habitual. Tonight, she settles herself on a cushion of air behind the bar, draped in filmy purple and blue, and surveys the scene and calls out

"Spiced hot drinks, anything you fancy, half off!"

Rai wanders through the Observation window, yawning a little and brushing space dust out of the folds of her oversized purple chenille sweater. It's been a lazy day for the Muse. She wends her way to the bar and when she discovers no 'tender there, she walks around it and makes herself a mug of hot chocolate with a shot of peppermint schnapps and a ( Read more... )

This week, when Rai finds the bar tenderless on Sunday evening, she's prepared. She sets out coasters shaped like planets up and down the bar and ducks down (a completely unecessary gesture) to exchange her slouchy Athens University sweatshirt and yoga pants for a flowing togaish dress of midnight blue trimmed in spangles ( Read more... )

At typical Happy Hour time, Urania is sitting at the bar with a laptop in front of her, working out an advanced formula to improve the range of a space telescope. It isn't until Mercury, bobbing at her elbow, nudges her that she realizes that no one is getting behind the bar to serve people ( Read more... )

A muse in her usual black and silver draperies and bare feet walks through the observation window and over to the bar. She wrinkles her nose when she sees there's no 'tender and walks around behind the polished wooden surface. The trail of tiny planets and stars that followed her in dance around for a moment and then spread themselves out along the ( Read more... )