"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Milliways Bar is PROUD to present! The Clown Prince of Crime, the ONE, the ONLY ... JOKER!"

"Hey, if you can't get an emcee, do it yourself ..."

Joker comes out of hibernation and walks downstairs.

There's a Robin in the rafters - something every bar needs. Instead of the usual gravity-defying acrobatic training techniques, though, this one's lying along a central beam, cape and bright blonde hair dangling, legs waving casually in the air, chin resting on her hands ... just watching. The smile on her face is so big it probably hurts ( Read more... )

For a moment when the door opens, there's a blonde woman in a brass breast plate and leather skirt over leggings standing in the doorway.

As she steps in, her uniform gives way to... well, Angua doesn't want to know what this outfit is supposed to be.

"What the bloody hells?"

Someone want to explain to her what Halloween actually is?

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Wedge has had a very long, hard day. He has two X-wings to fill, and entirely too many prospective pilots to fill those X-wings with. What he wants to know is why he keeps getting the whackjobs of the Alliance fleet. Surely, somewhere out there, there are pilots who aren't textbook cases of space craziness ( Read more... )

Jason blinks when he finds himself in the bar. He'd been planning to sit on the top of the building with his back against a gargoyle staring at nothing, but here he was.

Just great, he thinks. Happy Birthday to me.

Whatever that meant.

There's a Robin in the bar, in a Millitime that isn't the one where she's at the wedding.

Steph's decided she needs to get used to training in armour again, if she's going to bother training at all. So - there's a Robin in the rafters, doing push-ups and getting frustrated with her cape. Come bother her.

You know him! You love him! It's the one, the only JOKER!

( Killing Joke Lyrics )

Xander is sitting at a booth. After his last shake experience at the bar, he didn't really feel up to ordering one, so he's got a coke instead.

He may just be hiding from a demonic little Sunny-child.

And yes, his milkshake DOES bring all the boys to the yard.

Since breakfast, Mel has been sitting up in the rafters, in a dark corner, hugging her knees and nominally keeping an eye on the rafters and the bar, but really just lost in thought. Her sword is still slung on her back.