Sara is down in the bar.

Judging by the empty coffee cups, she has been there a while.

Bother at will.

[ooc: Slowtime at 1pm CST.]

Little Skywalker brat boy creeping into the bar. Is it really early, or really late? WHO CAN TELL ( Read more... )

Conan inna bar, juggling his soccer ball in a slightly cleared area. Over his head, off a knee, a foot, his head...he's just seemingly thinking really deep right now, as those who know him might be able to tell. "...I wonder how Rachel's doing...?" he mutters to himself as he idly kicks the ball up with one foot, then the other.

Hank comes in the front Door, his step quick and his eyes alert as he smiles. He glances around the bar and nods to a few people as he makes his way to Bar and orders breakfast. He has had a long day already back on Earth and a he is tired, but he is feeling a second wind, so maybe he will have the energy to do a set of rounds in the Infirmary and ( Read more... )

It's lunchtime, and Conan is sitting at a table in a booster seat(thank Lady Bar), a plate of pancakes before him. Hey, he's woken late this morning!

Feel free to come by. Surely, a kid his size can't possibly finish that big stack of pancakes on his own.

Things are better.

Jack is in.

Playing toss catch toss with a crystal ball on a couch, a suitable distance away from the fire.

It's morning. There is one shrunken teen detective inna bar, buried in newspapers from his world with a coke in one hand, quickly thumbing through pages with the other as he reads them over. One might think he is always on the hunt for something, though that something is a something that is known only to him.

Feel free to come by.

So... Let's review.

Felix is, essentially, under a curse. His sword wants him to pick fights.

His Djinn don't know what is really happening, but they don't like it, and they're keeping an eye on him to try to forestall a fight.

Currently, Felix is at the Bar, scowling into his glass of Something Dark.

You're sure you want to talk to him?

She's being Thinky.

This is, generally speaking, to be feared.

Sunny being Thinky with Hiss curled up in her lap is probably a little bit more to be feared than just being Thinky in general.

His wardrobe is, indeed, still a portal to Milliways.

Ben looks very pleased about this as he wanders into the bar. He wasn't sure it would work and he wanted a chocolate milkshake.

Which is why he heads over to Bar, climbs up on a stool and orders one. Yay chocolate milkshakes!