| See that circle of smoke with the soft laughter slipping out? |
[Oct. 19th, 2008|20:28 ] |
That one, the one inside the booth with the feet sticking out and the occasional glass of wine being brought in by the Dancers?
Yeah, Seph's just gotten a report from home.
God in Heaven, he loves his mother. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|21:50 ] |
Fiyero liked to think that he was taking this place in stride, all things considered. His son was here and considerably older than he remembered the boy being. Furthermore, he had apparently been raised by some sort of Wizard and ... he didn't know how well that sat with him, but Liir had seemed nice enough.
Still, he'd delayed coming downstairs for a day or so before his hunger got the best of him.
That was the reason he was now sitting at the bar, quietly eating a sandwich and a bowl of soup and mostly keeping to himself.
But we all know that you can't be by yourself at the bar for too long. |
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| Seph's been wandering around the bar |
[Aug. 16th, 2008|17:27 ] |
He's considering something, and it's obvious enough in his constantly-changing eyes. He's building something, if only in his head, around the edges of the bar, considering things, considering uses.
And staring at the place where his door had always been.
The place where his door now was again. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2008|13:43 ] |
The memories are strong today, pulling and tugging at him, like dark accusing voices--
Voices that no longer exist, except inside his own thoughts, and don't exist at all when he can suppress them.
The empty corridors of The Castle That Never Was - empty except for Nobodies, which makes it empty - don't help, their black and white and angles and hollow names.
Axel wouldn't have even noticed that he was Someplace Else, all of a sudden, except that he is, in fact, Someplace, and he hadn't intended to be there.
He freezes (figuratively speaking), and-- |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|16:27 ] |
Was I asleep longer than I thought? I mean, I know I don't get enough sleep, but I don't think I slept enough for the entire bar to change. Or am I in the wrong bar?
Wow. Weird. I mean, really weird. I've seen a lot of weird shit in my time, but this beats out just about all of that.
As long as everyone's still around - Greg, Alex, Nick, Michael, Greyden, Mark, Stephen (anyone I didn't list, there were a lot of folks dammit) - I think we'll be good.
And when did Ellison get a bartending gig? How does that work anyway? Man can't see!
This should be fun. |
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| in the back corner of the bar - sunday |
[Feb. 17th, 2008|10:48 ] |
He lit up, took a puff, and considered things.
He'd felt the shift of energies, as any wizard would, but he hadn't thought it would be something like this. Something so...
Damn. Nick. Nick was alive again. He'd missed the vampire (and he'd heard himself say something like that a few years ago, before this place, he would have locked himself up) but he'd moved on, tried to live up to his example by taking care of the place in his own special way.
And now he was back...
"Shit."
He took another puff and watched the smoke drift lazily, shapelessly, before him. |
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| Order up - |
[Feb. 17th, 2008|00:08 ] |
The bar's fully stocked - for now - and behind said bar is the current head bartender. Now, we're not exactly sure how this switch took place. Maybe it was the weird dimensional shift, maybe the Bar got confused, but there's a new head bartender and he's confused about this choice, but he'll give it a go.
Keep in mind that he is sight impaired. But also keep in mind that his other senses are heightened to an amazing degree. He can tell the difference in alcohols by taste and / or smell. (He might be able to do so by touch, but it's a waste to pour good stock over his hand just to see if he can determine vodka from bourbon.)
However, given his impaired vision, the Bar, herself, might have a slight tendency to mix things up a bit when patrons order drinks from her. Especially if a 'tender from an earlier shift puts bottles back in the wrong locations. Imagine your Tequila Sunrise made with Blue Curacao instead of Grenadine (which, while not alcoholic, is a key ingredient in several mixed beverages). Odd taste there, no? While it won't kill you, it may make you splutter a bit. Just don't spit on the bar and things should be just fine.
Jim's behind the bar and ready to serve. "What'll you have, chief?" |
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