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[creationofwill]

Kaworu is over on the one of the couches in the back. He looks truly and utterly bored, as all he has to ponder at the moment is his own memories, or lack thereof. What he is supposed to rememeber, what he is supposed to not forget...

Well. It is annoying him. Distraction would be cared for, at this point.

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[makesthings]

Sameth ended up falling asleep in the staff corridor after the candles and herbs burned down.

When he woke up, he was sore and Sunshine still wasn't back so he scribbled a note that he left near the candles saying Please don't move these..

Then he went into the main Bar and got some more paper from Bar so he can figure out who else he should tell.

Though he's going to be thinking about that while being stretched out on a couch and with a mug of good strong tea, there are too many kinds of magic here.

(OOC: Not plot locked or anything, he's just confused and this is open until is scrolls.)

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[blowupthefloats]

The John Munch that enters tonight is not a happy camper. He's halfway through his second stint as leader of SVU, and so far everything is running as smoothly as a pig on stilts. The tension between their unit, Eliot and Liv especially, and Alex Cabot isn't helping matters any. Munch is tempted to lock all three of them in an interrogation room until they either work out their differences, or kill each other.

And now, he remembers, he has to tend bar tonight.

Tonight's Specials
Captain Cook
Captain Pepper
Captain's Table

Captains, commanders or anyone else who leads or is the head of something get their drinks 1/2 off.

Hopefully Munch will have worked through some of this stress by the time he goes home tonight.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Finally feeling about as human as she ever does (and no longer scouring the bar for her wand of all things - that was one doozy of a winter bug), Ace has gotten back to the work of keeping up with her life.

Mostly this involves happily building explosives. Or at least the mechanics that go along with the boom, to make it both movable and aimable.

We all have our own ideas of fun.

It's Girl Scout Cookie Time!

[hear_the_voices]

[OOM: Earlier this evening.]

Anna is on a cookie-retrieving mission when she finds the bar where the kitchen should be.

And that gives her an Idea.

"Please don't go away," she tells the door, and vanishes back into her world.

Five minutes later, Anna comes back, now dressed in her Girl Scout uniform and pulling a red wagon full of Thin Mints, Tagalongs, Do-si-dos, Trefoils, and Samoas*.

And five minutes after that, she is settled at a table, boxes of cookies stacked neatly all around. She has a plate out with samples and pitcher of milk and paper cups (because you can't have cookies without milk).

And a sign:

GIRL SCOUT COOKIES
$3.50 a box

This might be the best Cookie Day ever.




*Or, as this list would read in certain necks of the woods: Thin Mints, Peanut Butter Patties, Peanut Butter Sandwiches, Shortbread, and Caramel deLites. Like Agatha Christie novels, a lot of Girl Scout Cookies have multiple names.


ETA: [OOC: You guys are awesome, but my brain is just melting. Slowtime, please. :)]

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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was a bit relieved to see the door to the bar tonight. He immediately headed over to the bar, and grimaced at the strands of netting on his shoulder, like sticky cobwebs. Suresh had completely lost it, he thought he was normal. No abilities. Now he's trussing people up for... well whatever it was, he and Tracy were lucky they didn't find out.

The other thing, he still didn't want to believe that whatever he had, what it was, was just from something in a syringe. So what, he wasn't born this way? God wasn't responsible? What then?

He ordered a drink from the bar, and coolly watched the place as he had his drink. That is until he got a note about an old friend.

"What the hell? Doc? Since when?"

He sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face, "Oh Christ, dammit Doc."

(carkeys bait if the mun's available, otherwise open for ages)

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[OOM: Agatha's House
The Signal

Spoilers for Fallout 3.]

The door opens on a dusty, sunny day in the rusted steel town of Megaton. Ellen, clad in her reinforced Vault suit, trudges on through with Dogmeat and Alyx's robot D0G in tow. "Okay, guys," she says. "I'm gonna need to get my head together for a bit. I'll get you some supper, Dogmeat, but is there anything you need?"

D0G shrugs his shoulders and lumbers off for the elevator to the garage.

"Okay, then," says Ellen, and gets a bit of paper from the Bar to leave Alyx a note:

Alyx,

I made it back to Megaton okay, so I've brought D0G back. I also brought something he got for you when he was protecting me. I figure you deserve to keep whatever he made possible, since he's yours and all. He's gone downstairs. I think he's in okay condition but if he needs any repairs let me know and I'll pay for them.

Thank you very much!

Sincerely,

Ellen Park.

She then deposits the note and the skin and skull and claws of a full-grown yao guai at the Bar before quietly ordering some whiskey and going to find herself a seat.

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta comes into the bar, in school uniform again today. First day in the fifth form; she feels almost grown up!

She looks around for Teja, hoping he's recovered from his 'cold', as he tried to pass it off. She's brought him some cake from her tuck box, if he feels up to it.

In the meantime she goes to the bar and gets a ginger beer. Always a refreshing thing to have when you've been travelling all day.

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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM: Is there a difference between morbid and practical? You be the judge.]

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[a1enzo]

Enzo is a good and dutiful little brother. Wow, I almost said that with a straight face.

But he does try to be a good uncle, and Dot and Bob wanted an evening to themselves. So here's their babysitter, at the Bar, helping his eight-month-old niece with her crawling practice. In Mairi's case, this means keeping a hand firmly on her back so she can't fly away.

Her tendency to gravitate toward interesting objects (and there are certainly plenty on the Bar) is both a help and a hindrance. A help because it gets her moving, a hindrance once she gets there. Watch your possessions.


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