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milliways_bar2006-09-06 08:21 pm
fighting_mad) wrote in milliways_bar2006-09-06 08:21 pm
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Plourr has a booth under the observation window, her boots on the seat opposite. She also has a small container and a rag, along with a mid-sized blaster, which she is currently engaged in methodically taking apart and oiling. Spent power pack off to the side, spring coil tipped against the half-empty mug of ale, and the rest of the parts set out in two perfect lines in front of her. The bacta patch that she has been wearing is nowhere to be seen and she moves her arm with little hesitance; it'll be time to go home soon. Another day or so and she'll be able to pass off the injury as an old scar.
She isn't entirely engaged in her task. She pauses every few minutes to look around the bar or, more regularly, to get lost in the view out the observation window. There's a thick streak of black oil just above her eyebrow that someone might want to tell her about, though it's debateable whether or not she'd mind its presence.
[have just been struck by sudden bout of illness, and, with a million apologies and promises for slowtime, i am gone.]
She isn't entirely engaged in her task. She pauses every few minutes to look around the bar or, more regularly, to get lost in the view out the observation window. There's a thick streak of black oil just above her eyebrow that someone might want to tell her about, though it's debateable whether or not she'd mind its presence.
[have just been struck by sudden bout of illness, and, with a million apologies and promises for slowtime, i am gone.]
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