dr_jd_watson: (huh...)
Sometimes I miss everything being simple...
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irish_vagabond: (119 year old cinnamon roll)
After Cassidy returned from a little excursion with Cassian, he'd immediately gone missing for several days.

Well. No. Not exactly.

He'd just been up in his room with a supply of spice, the good kind and the better kind. An embarrassment of riches, really.

Apologies to his neighbors who might have heard ceaselessly loud music and even louder, very enthusiastic one-sided conversations. And possibly arguments.

Late one evening, Cassidy finally comes downstairs, wearing a floral patterned bathrobe and blue pajama pants with an all-over Hello Kitty print (these were "borrowed" from the Lost & Found box). As he yawns and scratches himself, he flops down onto a barstool and orders a steak. Rare. Very rare. Like, it's still fucking moving rare.

Also, whiskey.

Anyone who comes near him will catch a whiff of some vaguely pepper-like scent.

[tiny tag: Cassidy]
avengerwithtrainingwheels: (pic#11558453)
These Captain America videos are lame.
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haolecop: (Looking up)
Steve! We have an undercover mission!
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irish_vagabond: (toothy)
[ OOM: A vampire and an undercover rebel spy walk into a cantina. In a covert attempt to gain information, bullshit flies at a hundred words a minute. A brawl ensues, illicit substances are obtained, stormtroopers are promptly avoided. All in all, a lovely time was had by everyone.

No warnings except for mild violence among and toward several alien species, especially a Gungan.

{tiny tags: Cassian Andor, Cassidy}
]
lazy_but_loyal: (<3)
[ OOM: Pam takes Eric to Fangtasia and tells him the truth, as only a vampire can, about who he used to be. Unfortunately, Eric doesn't seem to want to be that vampire anymore. ]
galen_erso: (Drawn -- Bodhi)
[[During the Country Fair, Galen and Bodhi take a bath together after the work is done. Content warning: explicit sex, remembered trauma]]

tinytag: galen erso, bodhi rook
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imthepilot: (Drawn - nervous)
Bodhi spent all night getting ready for his first bar shift and he's a little nervous. Not just with drinks but with food too. He takes his time to write it all up, thankfully the Bar translates from Aurebesh.

DrinksSnacksDeserts
Riosan mead.
KyLessian Fruit Distillates -
(Alcoholic and non- alcoholic)
Alderaan beer.
Juma Juice.
Tatooine Sunburn -
(Not recommended for humans)
Bantha-blood fizz.
Fried pod-poppers.
Hot 'n' spicy or salt 'n' sour warra nuts.
Stuffed chando peppers.
Pickled rikknit eggs.
Cheese plate - Neonan red, Jerba, Gonzo yellow.
B'omarr-style pickles.
Desert Delight.
Breaded white apple.
White seed-cake.
Sweet-sand cookies.
Wintenberry jelly and cream.

He leans on the bar, waiting for someone to order a drink or something to eat.


[Tinytag: Bodhi]




janiepotts: (smiling)
I'm never traveling in time again. 
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ranthatbitchover: (Default)
Your Muse: Rider/Iskandar/Alexander the Great
Muse wanted: Red Saber/Nero, Archer/Gilgamesh - other Fate/ muses welcome, but would love those two in particular.
Community: PSLs, Sixwordstories
Fandom: Fate/ and Type Moon
Canon or AU: Open to either!
Contact via: Comment here or PM

Would love to do tyrant!shipping with Saber Nero - and of course Rider has to have his Goldie to banter with and have comic relief shenanigans!
w_zimmerman: (shy)
Caught Bollywood-dancing. "It's good exercise!"
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electro_kinetic: (Default)
Noriko is sitting in the bar today working on something.

She has a flat of blown-glass balls, hollow and with a hole in each, and is busy arranging tiny ferns and succulents in each one, layered above a spread of miniscule pebbles. There's a whole palette of colors in them; deep greens, glossy wet blacks and grays, oranges, lavenders, seafoams. Someone needed to take a little while to do some calming redecoration for her room. Considering she lives here more than she lives at home...it might as well be nice.

She'll keep an eye out for people she knows.
vyvyan: (clean)
So, as of this afternoon, the stray monster has left the building.

Vyvyan wasn't going to let his new friend get shot by that stupid pink-moustached moron, but has at least just enough sense, next time he gets back, to let Wankerstache know to stop shooting everything that moves.

He's not brilliant at writing, so he's taken a series of polaroid pictures; one of the little monster in front of Big Ben where he took it for a walk earlier, one of it watching television, and one of it in front of the opticians looking at another big eye. Then he stuck them on a piece of paper and in careful writing annotates them.

'This is Duster.
He has a new home outside the bar.
DO NOT SHOOT'


That ought to do it. He lurks around nearby for a bit to see if the shooting moron is around.
barre_none: (crap)
That really hit where it hurts..
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deathrace: DO NOT STEAL (pic#11540739)
Your Muse: Grace D'Argento
Muse wanted: Other Blood Drive characters
Community: Memes and PSLs
Fandom: Blood Drive
Canon or AU: Canon
Contact via: Private message, please
mnt_raph: (AbsolutRaph)
The front door to the bar opens and in walks someone who hasn't been seen a whole lot recently.
Which isn't to say that he hasn't been around, but rather that he hasn't been seen.

Ninjas are wiley that way, after all.

These days he's a broad, bald, white guy who moves with the authority that comes with knowing that he can dish out more than most people can take, and take more than most people can dish out...punishment-wise. He's not dressed in black, exactly, but a very dark nearly-black shade of green, and on his thick black belt hang a pair of anachronistic-for-his outfit sai.

He moves towards Bar, and settles in his favorite spot by her side. 
A knock on her top is all it takes to order his favorite beer, a sandwich, and a first aid kit he's not entirely aware he needs yet.
(There's spot of darker than dark-green forming on the left side of his back, about midway down.)
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likeroaringlions: (Default)
William Douglas isn't always the cheeriest visitor to Milliways, but he's been in an ample good mood today and when he pops in this evening he settles at the bar with a smile.

He orders food and drink "--And a book. Why not." Let's have all kinds of education. Self-improvement. Broadened horizons. What had Joly said? That people argued about characters in plays? "A play. Christ no, I've no idea which, you pick something."

So he's comfortable and expansive at the bar, with some bowls of nibbly things, making not-very-earnest progress on a book. Easy to interrupt.