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[sunbaked_baker]

(OOM: "You do not have to choose.")

Sunshine nearly tripped as she found herself in the bar, this evening. She hadn't been expecting it, and her arms were full.

Two candles, two twists of dried herbs, and two stone bowls nearly were spilled on the bar floor, but Rae caught her balance up against a table at the last moment.

"This place either has horrible timing, or a mean sense of humor," she muttered, wincing from what she knows is a soon-to-form bruise on her hip from colliding with the edge of the table.

(ooc: Open to everybody, forever and ever. <33)

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[acts_of_gord]

Gordon has felt better in his time, significantly better. Being shot, stabbed, burned- that's fine, he's sort of used to that. Being sick... that's something else again, and the bug juice doesn't seem to be helping. It's not quite bad enough to take to the doctors yet, but he's got a throbbing headache, a runny nose, and an urge to sneeze that just isn't going away.

He, his tissues, his mug of orange juice, and his German-language copy of Road and Track are in one of the warmer spots over by the fire if anyone's interested.


[tinytag: IMDB Flu]

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[tesla_bot]

If pressed, Robo will explain that what seems - according the the math he's dones anyway - to be keeping him here is a charge he picked up frying the extra dimensional tentacle thing and that it dissipates a little every time someone opens the front door.

What you'll see to start with though is a metal humanoid with his feet up on the table and a thick stack of Popular Mechanics back issues. It's not like he brought paperwork along to keep busy, now is it?

Please excuse the snickering at the 'World of the Future' predictions.

Botherable.

Tiny Tag: Robo

Sometime in the early 1960s.

[ofthefamily]

[OOM: "How exactly did you end up leaving the Volturi?"]

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[alertcommando]

[[ OOM: The Invasion ]]



Tanya opens the door and strides in, breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh, good." She moves on, letting her door swing closed, making her way to the counter.

"Hon, please give me breakfast? And after that, a shot of something." She is presented with a selection of german morning eatables, and sits to enjoy it. Or rather, plan while eating.

War. War again, and at her new home. "Fuck those backstabbing Reds all to hell. Fuck them all sideways with a backhoe." But she is grinning in a way that could be called sadistic while saying that.

Tanya Adams has a job again.



[ Tanya Adams ]

[ Not plotlocked, but the first part of the war, Operation Lone Guardian, is already prethreaded. Bait for Annabelle Newfield, all others are welcome for chat or for volunteering, there is a lot of war ahead. ]

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[simon_doctor]

(Sometime in the past two weeks)

Out of Milliways, and in:

Tell me, how much farther

till we know?

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[numbered_doctor]

Having hauled a sickly and delusional Guppy indoors and into the infirmary, Thirteen heads back into the main bar as promised, and, after a brief conversation with the Bar, sets up clinic.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The Doctor is in

FLU REMEDIES AND ADVICE HERE

With everything set up, the young doctor plunks herself in a chair and begins flipping though a comic book retrieved from the Bar.

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[heromolly.livejournal.com]

Molly had never been so glad to see Milliways as she is right now. It was nice seeing Micah again, and helping REBEL. But Claude, although he means well, isn't too keen around kids especially one that just wants to go back to her grandmother in India.

Once she realizes where she is, Molly wastes no time in heading up to Bar and ordering. A few minutes later she walks over to a booth carrying a tray laden with pizza, a soda, a stack of paper and a box of crayons.

OOC: [car keys bait for Gert Yorkes, but open to anybody]

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[dark_dancer]

Cata is - for now, at least - still not sick.
But given that she's trying to sort out something approaching a lesson plan again, it's possible she'd prefer the illness. It may well be a necessary thing, and she'd rather do it now than when she's got a bunch of students to deal with at the same time, but she's still not really looking forward to this teaching thing. Nor does she know why everyone else feels moved to do something after winter solstice instead of waiting for the new year.
One does what one must, but this particular one would not turn down a distraction.

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[parkerlee]

“And save. And close.”

Parker closes her laptop with exhausted triumph, and stretches her arms out in front of her. She is officially caught up on her homework.

Parker usually doesn’t like to bring her homework into Milliways. There are just better things to do at the End of the Universe. But it’s senior year. November. Her schedule is insane. Seth is losing his mind over his grad school assignments and needs no distractions, and Parker was willing to swear that the walls of her dorm room were closing in.

Parker leans back in her chair and surveys the piles of text books, library books, notebooks, and papers. She’s been at it since….

…..God, how long has she been at it?

Parker’s stomach offers up a loud growl that gives some indication of how long she’s been hitting the books.

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[inthetoilet.livejournal.com]

It's a happier Speed that enters Milliways tonight, happier than he's been in a while.

It's not because he's been cleared for active duty (although that plays a small part). It's not because he's taken a long ride on his Ducati recently.

"Scotch on the rocks, babe," he requests. "We got 'im."

After two years, Clavo Cruz has finally been brought to justice. Time to celebrate.

OOC: [car keys bait for Felix, but not plotlocked]

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[ellectrical]

The door opens onto a mild, clear night and an empty parking lot. A closed convenience store was the closest door they could find to where the van had been planted, and then destroyed. X steps through first; there's a stain and a bullet hole through her shirt at her stomach, but other than that, she appears unharmed and unaffected.

She holds open the door as Elle steps through. The other woman also looks unharmed, though she's still wearing her bloodstained blouse, and her hair, loose around her shoulders, is a little unkempt. She's carrying a blue suitcase in her right hand, and doesn't set it down when X closes the door behind her.

They stay still at the door for a moment, before X softly suggests that Elle change.




It's about ten minutes later when they return to the main bar, having visited X's room upstairs. Elle is in a white blouse and black slacks that she'd pulled out of her suitcase, and her hair is brushed, though her scar is still visible under her bangs. X also changed, as she's now in jeans and a very, very hot pink shirt.

Thanks, Jamie.

They've settled into a booth, Elle even taking up X on ordering spaghetti, though she still has a soda with it instead of milk. Elle's suitcase is on the floor under the booth.

For now, they're relatively quiet.


[ooc: Two muns, two pups. Elle and X are willing to talk to strangers!]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy woke up this morning feeling a bit on the rough side. He tried to pass it off as psychological - nobody could treat all those flu victims without starting to think they had it once in a while.

Despite the fact that he looks truly under the weather, he seems to have spent a good two hours on the punching bag, and is now conducting a PE lesson out back with pupils that apperently only he can see.

"Danielle, make a bit of effort!" He yells across the grass, his hallucinated self apparently unaware that his actual body isn't really fit enough for all this even without flu.

By the looks of the way he's running around, it's probably football (soccer) that he thinks he's coaching. He seems to be completely unaware of how exhausted and out of breath he is, and could probably do with being stopped. Or laughed at; that would at least slow him down...


[Tinytag: IMDb Flu. OOC: If anyone is still looking for medical treatment, feel free to tag his previous EP]

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[maxwellsdemon02]

[Not really OOM: Sorry Jamie, your princess is in another castle!]