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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen had been planning on heading home today, but when she went to walk Dogmeat, she caught sight of the Bar's calendar. The date stopped her dead in her tracks. At home, today- October the twenty-third- would be marked by memorial services and a number of solemn history lectures, or any one of another means of commemoration.

She's really not sure how she's supposed to mark the day here. The best she can do is improvise.

If for some reason you feel the urge to talk to the young woman with the steel-grey hair, she'll be over at the table with the best view of the Window, the lit candle at her table being ignored in favor of watching the destruction, and pondering.

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[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

"Goddamn fucking assmunch," YT mutters as she walks through the door. Her tone of voice and body language suggest she's teetering on the edge of a hysterical breakdown.

And no wonder. She's holding the jaggedly broken halves of her skateboard in her hands.

"What a beyond shitty thing to do. Gonna find that sonofabitch and rip off his balls and make him choke on 'em..."

YT flops down in a booth and drops the pieces of her vanquished plank down on the tabletop. The strip mall parking lot on the other side of the door is a good twenty miles from home, no taxicab driver is going to give a ride to a Kourier (even if said Kourier is willing to pay double) and she doesn't know what to do. She looks ready to burst into tears.

Little help here, someone?

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[redefinevictory]

Somehow, Kait has gotten her hands on a copy of Simone de Beauvoir's The Second Sex. Being a curious girl, she sat herself down at the bar and started to read. A page into the introduction, and she isn't sure if she is more confused or interested. She is missing the cultural context of the allusions, and she isn't entirely sure that she understands what the author is talking about, but...

Well, Kait's never been good at walking away from puzzles.

Even if she does have to keep stopping in order to think, complete with a faint frown.

So, one black-haired girl at the bar, wearing a blue bodice with black pants, a dagger on her belt, intermittently reading de Beauvoir.

Perfectly botherable.

[ooc: open until it scrolls!]

tiny!tag: kait galweigh

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

Scotland clearly doesn't get cold in fall. Although...he thinks it was pretty damn freezing here last year, if memory serves. Still, mild or not, the leaves are dropping and it's coming up on Halloween so it's time for a shift that embraces that.

Besides, he's tired.

SPECIALS

Autumnal Equinox
Hot Cider
Hot Chocolate (with or without whipped cream. And amaretto.)

He got bar to provide the cider, in case you were worried.

'Bar's open.'


[OOC: Got to call slowtime slightly early, not feeling great.]

Probably millitimed a little.

[md_donighal]

"Well, now. This is a familiar sight still."

The red-haired human-plus who walks into the bar and up to the Bar receives two notes with his glass of Ogden's. The first reminds him of his own failures and prompts him to write a ( reply. )

He then asks whom she has told and gets the list. Some of the names he recognizes from the bar, others from their own contexts. He compares the list with his own friends and asks Bar to pass it on to ( Hagrid, Knox, Moiraine, Hiro, Raph, She-Hulk, Strong Bad and The Cheat, Tom, Cordelia, Andrew and YT. )

The second note, by contrast, just taps gently on his curiosity bump. He's not sure how much he can do, but what he can, he will, and for what he can't, he has someone in mind to help, so keeps the note to show that person. With that in mind, he seeks out an Alyx.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is out back, trying to fit in his hour-a-day combat training. He tends to run out of hours in the day most days, but it's worth trying.

He is in the middle of whacking the target dummy with a large stick (possibly a broom handle) when his pager goes off. He pauses to check it, grimaces slightly, then chucks it back on his jacket and carries on training. Not urgent, deal with later.

He swings the stick and hits the target dummy again, except this time the stick sort of... bounces back and smacks him in the face.

"Ow! I could swear this thing is alive sometimes." He looks around, wondering in embarrassment whether anyone saw him just get pwned by the dummy.

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[ellectrical]

It's not the first time Elle has hung around in the bar with an injury, or the first time this has called for some special maneuvering on her part. Not wanting to curl her hands means not wanting to use silverware, so the Bar is accommodating her with a chocolate milkshake and a plate of sushi.

If this is an odd combination, Elle couldn't care less. She's also opted for black sweatpants and a dark blue t-shirt tonight, still no shoes, and has twisted herself around one of the stools in front of the Bar. Her hair is tied back, no particular thought put into it, so that the bandage across her forehead is easily visible.

Her stitched-up left hand open over the bar, and she's reaching with her right toward her plate, right and index fingers moving in a scissor motion to close around a piece with salmon in the middle. Actually eating proves a little more difficult, but Elle doesn't mind taking her time.

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[ikissdhimbck]

[OOMs:






Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression

and

Acceptance

Missed a step? Start with 'Bargaining', here. No warnings, save for the obvious angst.]