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I've been through some weird stuff in my time, but this place really takes the cake. I woke up at the beginning of this month with weather controlling powers, but none of my own magic. I hope no one minded the random showers and gusting winds while I gained control over it? Thankfully, everything's back to normal for me. Even though the rainbows were nice.

st_raighttovampire

If a thing done more than once could be said to be a tradition, then tradition was observed. The restaurant was set for a party, overflowing with whatever the cooks and bakers of the inn had chosen to create. The bar was stocked from the wine cellar. The bartenders had created a couple of special New Year's cocktails for the occasion in addition to the usual champagne: Blue "Drunk Jack Frosties", frothy pink "Mistletoe Margaritas" and warm boozy hot cocoa.

Caroline had tried to convince each of the guests she knew had musical talent to perform, at least a song or two, but had a playlist ready in case they didn't. For those without their own instruments, the karaoke machine was set up in the lobby, conveniently near the bar so one could find courage as needed first.

Between Christmas and today, the decorations had been changed out - the tree was still there of course, and the mistletoe. But now golds and silvers dominated the colors of the streamers. Sparkling snowflakes dangled and sprays of gold stars. A banner hung over Darryl's head, wishing any who glanced his way a Happy New Year! There was even a disco ball, dug out from some storage closest, turning slowly and sending little shards of light dancing over the pink rose carpet.

Even from the outside, the inn radiated good cheer and hope for the future, as if by sheer will, they could all make it so.

st_raightontilmorning

He thought he was done with the visits from the dead when he left the underworld, but clearly he was wrong. He's heard that some residents of the inn have ghostly roommates, which is an experience he was thankfully spared; that's the only thing he can think of that would make living in his room worse.

Then this week happened, and he gained his very own ghost. One with whom there's a familial resemblance, though luckily for Hook, this visitor is here from after his unfortunate poisoning so there won't be lectures on the copious amounts of rum he's drinking to deal with things that were already dealt with once. Not that Killian wishes his visitor would leave; he seems to be enjoying himself quite a lot. There's so much he didn't get a chance to tell Liam before.

But then. One day he'd woken up to find Liam gone (which, well, given that Liam's dead, it's not the first time he's dealt with that) and a new visitor in his place. This one is also here from after her unfortunate death (why does he know so many people for whom that's true?) but he's not sure what to make of her being here. He's mourned, almost died on her account, and moved on, but he's still glad to see her again, since he didn't get to before. It's just that the moving on part -- and the fact that she's not a regular resident of the inn -- that makes this whole thing tinged with the slightest bit of awkwardness.

He'll just be spending a lot of time in the bar.

[Indicate which one you would like to meet, his dead brother Liam or his dead lover Milah, in the subject line. Or if you want to meet them both, we can work something out.]

st_oriedqueen

The formerly California air had grown crisp with winter moving in, but the sun still shone bright and the sky was clear. At the barn and in the pastures, the horses blew out their breath in playful snorts, shied and sidled playfully, prancing with their tails flagged. Grace, Regina's mare, gave a spirited whinny at her stablemates as Regina sprang up onto her bare back from the mounting block but waited patiently for her mistress, since there would be at least one long gallop in the offing. It didn't matter to Grace that Regina had an agenda for the ride beyond the gallops, as long as she got to run.

Inside the Inn, Kitty tended bar like any ordinary day, and Caroline's baskets had been freshened and set out for any new arrivals. Each one had a magic journal for "texting" and Sam had a stack of fresh ones set out on the same table in case anyone had used theirs up. The Inn had begun decorating itself the day after Thanksgiving, helped, of course, by Caroline, and Thor had brought in a lovely fresh tree that had begun to acquire a patchwork coating of ornaments, traditional popcorn strings, and hideous gleanings from around the Inn.

In short, it was an ordinary Check-In day with a little nip in the air, an extra sprinkling of glitter, and and an abundance of apple-based drinks and a few pies, compliments of Regina's harvest and her stress-baking. What there weren't were any of Emma's fresh pastries or any of her finer dishes, as she seemed to have taken the day off. Which meant that unless Sunny or Mary or one of the others stepped up, everyone was eating dishes with chicken or what they could make for themselves.

[ooc: Feel free to use for any threading purposes anywhere around the Inn. If you want Regina, Kitty, Sam or Lillith, poke me on Slack. Welcome Hook! Don't forget to tag your character's name if you tag the post.]

st_ranger

So, um... If someone wanted to do something nice for someone.

Like... Like a date? What's a nice date idea here?

What would you do? A friend of mine is looking for suggestions.

Current Mood: curious

st_argateman

Jack had a lot of confidence in his team back home. Despite not seeing a sign or a way out since his own arrival, Jack held out hope that maybe one of the arrival days would see the rest of SG-1 at the inn. He knew that was selfish, of course, and it was only a small part of him that wished his friends to be stuck in such a place with him. Another part of him felt certain if Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c we're here, they could find a way home quicker.

For now, Jack decided to hang out in the lobby to keep an eye on the door. It looked as if Mary had an array of cookies and muffins out as usual and he was pretty sure he saw Caroline flitting around with a welcome basket. Kitty was behind the bar ready to help anyone who was having a hard time coping.

At least if people showed up today, it would look welcoming.

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