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[vance_prime]

Alyx hasn't been seen in the Bar much for the past few days. That's because she's been upstairs waiting on her sick fiancé. But she's been getting as claustrophobic as he was, so when Gordon came down for a breather, so did she.

She walks over to Bar to order a sandwich, which she gets. She also gets a note and some body parts as a side dish. This does not do wonders for her appetite.

Alyx is now holding up a gigantic, sparsely-furred bear pelt, wondering what, exactly, she's supposed to do with it.

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[acts_of_gord]

Gordon's still feeling miserable and going through Kleenex like there's no tomorrow, but a man can only stay in his room for so long before he loses it completely. Thus, he's down by the fire with copious quantities of orange juice and a blanket. Oh, and a sign he made in one of his more lucid moments:

If You See Me So Much As Reaching For A Sharp Object, Please Distract Me

The one good thing about the hallucinations is that they come with a very short attention span.


[tinytag: IMDB flu]

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[redefinevictory]

Kait is not human, but she is very good at appearing so. She's had to be, so her family don't end up torn apart in Punishment Square alongside herself. But today when the black-haired girl stalks into the bar, her human mask is tearing at the seams. The trouble (one of many) with being Karnee is the anger. Ever-present, always-just-below-the-surface anger, and today it's almost visible.

Today is Gaerwanday. Day of the Infants, when all children under five are presented for public inspection by the parnissas. Mild flaws, disorders and Scars lead to sterilization - anything like being Karnee ends in death. And Kait had been tired enough and slow enough that she hadn't been able to think of a good excuse not to go into Calimekka when asked. Support her sister Drusa with her new baby (who passed). Not that Drusa would ever, ever ask her, but neither of them had been able to get Kait out of it.

Fortunately, there was tequila enough to get that supernatural whirl of anger down to a low hum. Kait herself is now at the fireplace, sprawled out over an armchair with an oddly boneless grace. The sleeves of her jacket have been untied, and are in danger of slipping off, but she doesn't seem to notice. Instead, she is studying the fire; her neutral expression at odds with the intensity of her eyes and the way her fingers tap the armrest.

tiny!tag: kait galweigh

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[dark_dancer]

Cata's world does not have the expression 'feeling like hell warmed over.' But if it did, she'd be sorely tempted to make good use of it, at the moment.
To that end, she's curled up on a couch by the fire, with a pot of tea close to hand. She's relinquishing a good view of the bar, for that comfort, but she feels bad enough that she doesn't care, on the whole.
Besides, there's the matter of the... other symptom. She's mostly shaken it off for now, but it's still very disconcerting.

[tiny!tag: IMDb flu]

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[evilontheloose]

Once again we have a familiar sight: Jordan and Jordan sitting in a booth, one working and the other chilling, both open to social interaction (if you do not mind the holobot being a very poor conversationalist).

On a secondary note, Bot!Jordan hit V0.99, which means even a close examination (to certain values of 'close') will not reveal it as a bot.

A new thing is the modified sign on the table:

Genius For Hire

- hardware, software, wetware, unconventional electronics, applied science, inventions;

- smart-AI service and utility robots for sale;


Come and ask. You know you want to.


[ Jordan Kennedy ]

[ Recycled EP Text, open until it falls off. ]

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[7twistedwishes]

So, Milliways, have a Devil once more. She is sitting at a 'central' booth, to be more visible, and has a sign on the table.

...

No, not the demonic adviser, it is actually something different.



"HELP WANTED"

Inquire here



Come on... you know you are curious.

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[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

'sup, Milliways. Chuck is hanging out on the couch today, legs hanging over the armrest, with a Nintendo DS and a small bag of Fritos. Unfortunately, nobody's told him about that flu virus, so he'd be quite happy to have company.

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[theflyingsquirl]

Squirrel, in spite of having gained approximately two-thirds of his fiancée in pre-hibernation weight, is almost disturbingly healthy. Purely human diseases don't affect him. Sure, he did dream the other night that he was a rock star, but last night he dreamed he was a penguin--doesn't mean anything.

He is, however, extremely lazy, and currently taking up one of the couches with his proportionally just-as-rotund mutant baby Evan, a laptop, and a half-eaten plate of spicy fries. (A large glass of hazelnut soda sits on the table nearby.) Ev is chewing sloppily on a bit of pizza crust, and Squirrel is playing Sims on the laptop.

Mostly to torture Sim-Beetle, but also to watch the adventures of Sim-versions of his family.

Sometimes life gets really meta. Thankfully, he's easily distracted.

[open until it scrolls :D]

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[thursdays_angel]

Castiel’s table has been overtaken by a flock of small,colorful birds.

His first attempts at folding paper cranes had been imperfect; uneven, a little wrinkled, not quite lining up. But by now—his 299th—he has it down. And, apparently, has built up some momentum, because he shows no signs of stopping so long as his paper supply holds out.

He adds the new, pale green crane to the ever-growing mound in front of him.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

There was a reason dogs were often used for therapy. They were very calming and helped lower blood pressure. They gave lots of love and comfort, and just expected plenty of attention back in turn. (Treats and belly rubs were good payments too.) But really, it was hard to remain sad when you had a cute fuzzy face giving you friendly licks of greeting.

So it was, Kate was curled up on a couch near the fireplace with Sparrow in her lap, idly rubbing his tummy. His hind legs flailed lightly in obvious doggie joy.

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[joan_of_archaeology]

Annja walks into the bar barefoot and trailing sand. She blinks, then quickly shuts the door behind her. She's wearing a sarong wrapped around her waist, and as she turns to face the bar, she buttons a plain white shirt over her red bikini top. She's tan, and looks relaxed.

Pushing her sunglasses up a little higher on her head, Annja gets a seat at the bar and starts considering what she'd like for dinner.

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[trigger_man]

[OOM: A few days ago, Jack helped a flu-ish Beckett up to her room. Of course the next day he can't help but make sure she's okay.]

When he wakes up after another nap, he feels a little warm and sluggish. He needs a walk and some fresh air to clear his head.

After a few minutes outside, he feels better. Much better; almost invincible, actually. Like he can do anything, even..fly.

Looking around him, he glances at the bar, then up and up...

The roof.

A few minutes later, he's up there, looking down a the grounds, at anyone walking around below him. Something about the perspective feels right, as though he could swoop down on the without them even noticing. Not until it was too late, of course.

He might also be feeling just a little bit hungry.

[tinytag: IMDb Flu. Go on, guess who Jack thinks he is. :D]