It's been an odd sort of night for Jed ( Read more... )

Malcolm is once again at the bar, still working his way through a stack--slightly larger now--of the Eyewitness Guide to Philadelphia from several different worlds. He's decided to stick with the 2000 editions, since the city would be about the same as when he left it, but there would be no danger of his running into another world's Malcolm Crowe ( ( Read more... )

 Bartlet's started to look upon this as an extended vacation.  He has never had a problem with finding ways to keep ( Read more... )

Wellington won't wait much longer. He's a man who expects to be obeyed, and the summons came almost a month ago already ( Read more... )

Jed fell asleep downstairs, after last night's Happy Hour.

This is largely due to the fact that the last time he got intoxicated, was when he was in his twenties. To be fair, 
he didn't have all that much last night, barely a quarter of a glass.  It's what was in it.
Three and a  half sips and he was under the table.

So he woke up and found himself ( Read more... )

Indy and Mike are both behind the bar tonight, attempting to set up shop for Happy Hour. Progress is slow however, thanks to the (very small) steps they've been taking along the road to fitness. Their movements are a little more tentative than usual and there's a lot of wincing and grimacing going on. It's quite pitiful really, and probably one ( Read more... )

[OOM: Taking the god's advice, Wells begins his journey out of Arcadia. It's a long one.

And it gets a hell of a lot longer thanks to a mistake he makes on the road to Delphi.]Annie doesn't bother to check the notice board this morning. Security will find her soon enough, if there's been any change. She just fetches a piece of paper from the Bar ( Read more... )

Old,  reasonably stubborn and sociable human inna bar.

He's drinking hot tea, exasperated at himself.  How difficult could it be for a published author and Ph. D to write a simple  'help wanted' ad for the bulletin board?  Even for this place.

Answer would seem to be:  just difficult enough for a small pile of crumpled notes to add up.  
 

It's good to be out of cell's. Not that she wouldn't do it again. That git had it coming but. Still its good to be out anyway. She's sitting at the bar with a butterbeer would welcome company of any kind has only her self for company the last two days.

[OOM: Yesterday, Harry Wells blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else.

He's still there. And it's not making him happy.]

The door opens on a kitchen in Yorkshire, and on an irritated-looking dark-haired woman in blue. "Excuse me," Annie calls as she steps into the Bar, "but has anyone seen my husband? Harry was supposed to come ( Read more... )