So a squid walks into a Bar ( Read more... )

There's a rabbit-boy behind the Bar, tonight, bustling about as if this were all perfectly normal. He's even being relatively professional about it, getting out the big book of drink recipes, lining up some of the bottles he needs for the specials he's putting up, and so on and so forth ( Read more... )

Chur is sitting at a table with an opaque plastic box a little longer than a shoebox, a little deeper, and three times as wide, a plate of fried eggs and a rare steak of some kind of red meat, and a mug of gfi. She's eating her meal rather slowly, as most of her attention is on watching those at the nearby tables ( Read more... )

Matilda has an armchair by the fire, a mug of hot chocolate, and a copy of Beowulf in the original Anglo-Saxon. By her standards this counts as non-academic relaxation. Do say hello.

Jhalak is hanging from the rafters by one arm, surveying the bar with two eyes, the remaining two arms tucked close to its body. It's not sure it likes being away ( Read more... )

[OOC: OOM:

Some weeks ago, immediately after Rose was healed, everyone caught their breath... and Susannah and Tom Riddle renewed an acquaintance.

(last thread not finished.)

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Which led, eventually, to a mother-daughter visit to Santo, where:

Rose Toren bumps into the girl of her dreams while Kaylee does Susannah a solidTogether they meet ( Read more... )

(OOM: See a new planet? Chur hasn't been downworld in decades, and even if Santo isn't Anuurn... it has an open-air market, and that's enough of a reason for her to visit.)

Ray made a terrible judgment call last night and thought he could moderate his own drinking when in the company of Garion of Riva, Antillar Maximus, Belar, and just possibly one or two other heavy hitters. This, as they say, never ends well; Ray did try to keep his water and electrolyte levels up while the drinking was going on, but that really ( Read more... )

There is a lion-like (yet tailless and maned) woman sitting at a table, watching people go by and drinking something out of a small black metal cup. She seems friendly enough, and doesn't seem occupied by dinner or reading - perhaps she'd be open to conversation?

Dib's found himself a good seat at a table - by which we mean that he's grabbed a table right along the path of greatest traffic in the bar.

Atop the table is his lunch, his laptop, several recording devices, and a large sign reading:

ATTENTION ALIEN SPECIES!
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SPECIES AND YOUR HOMEWORLD....He figures in a place like Milliways ( Read more... )

The door opens, and Chur walks through, straining as if against a strong wind while going up a steep hill. Once inside, with the door behind her, she leans against the wall in relief or exhaustion before limping over to the Bar.

"Bar, some plasm and a cup of gfi, please?" she requests. The plasm (some kind of gelatinous bandage) goes on her right ( Read more... )