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[hecu_marine]

"You know," says Shephard to no one in particular as he walks into the Bar, "one o' these days I'm gon' open the door to that goddamn men's room, and it's gonna lead to that goddamn men's room."

Shaking his head, he trundles off to the Milliways men's room instead, emerging some time later with clean hands and a relaxed expression.

"Bar, darlin', I got me an urge t'finish up what I got started on 'bout this time your calendar last year. Any chance you still got that bowstave y'gave me?" A long, slender piece of wood materializes. "Sweet. Thank you kindly."

If anyone happens to take a gander over at one of the better-lit tables, there's a guy in Marine Corps fatigues busily working on carving and sanding a six foot long stick into a ... well, unless you know traditional bows, it's just gonna look like a somewhat smaller stick. Mind the sawdust.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's about ready to head back into DC, she figures, but it seldom hurts to go over your supplies and equipment before a trip like that. Especially since the other side of the door leads to the Metro tunnels, and there were just so many feral ghouls along the way and all.

... oh, she's definitely going to need some extra stimpaks if they'll sell them to her in Underworld. And it's starting to look like she might need to switch back to Earth-made weapons soon, if only because of the alien ammunition being in short supply. Bleah. At least she's got plenty of Med-X.

In the meantime, she's doing her best to clean up and spiff up her armor, so she's available for conversation or what have you.

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[agent99]

99 is headed back to her world for a while.

However, she's not about to leave without first writing a quick note:

Jim -

It's time for me to go back. As much as I wish I could keep putting this off

I'm not sure when I'll be able to return, but something tells me it's better to remain optimistic about my door showing up again.

Take care.

- L

She folds the note in half, signs his name on the front, and leaves it on the bar, where it promptly disappears.

She's not expecting to be intercepted on her way to her door, but that doesn't mean it won't happen.

[ tiny tag: agent 99 ]

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[slayer_fray]

Having leanred about the recnet vampire attack in the library, Mel leaves a note for Security

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[findthegeck]

[OOM: Sativa: Amateur veterinarian
On the farm
Under the farm]

Arroyo's Chosen One is in a pretty good mood today, despite the bad ankle hampering her mobility. Two communities united, a lost child reunited with his parents, a missing person not so missing after all (tentatively) and a new weapon and jacket to reward her efforts. Not too bad.

Sure, her companions ended up doing a lot of the legwork, but not without vital delegation on her part.

Sativa hobbles up to a stool at the bar. Thinking of what to order, she decides, "Surprise me."

A glass of eggnog materializes. She taps the glass with her finger, making the suspicious white liquid slosh about inside. "...Okay, I'm surprised."

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[almosthonorable]

Before walking over to a certain redhead with a penchant for charm and crime, Ben leaves a handful of notes with Bar -- one for Fira, one for Kate Barlow, and one for Dan Evans.

That done, he tips his hat in Saffron's direction, collects Gabriel from the stables, and leads the way to the Front Door.

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[almosthonorable]

[ oom: let it ride, let it roll ]


[ ooc: warnings for violence and language. as if you'd expect anything less from the likes of these two. ]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOC: A seemingly simple practice in the winter evening takes a turn.)

[tiny tag: A Gothic Winter Tale, Vlad Dracula]

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Somebody let Puck into the tinsel.

This probably explains what he is doing on the floor, holding up traffic and making it necessary for waitrats to dodge 'round him, with great garlands of the glittering stuff festooned over the backs of chairs and scattered on the floor and even, in one case, worn about his neck like the gaudiest boa ever.

Little firefly-lights, fairy-lights, flit and flicker around his head, and he picks contemplatively at some of the sparkliest bits of the tinsel as if considering what it would look like

a) on Havelock
b) constricting around Blodwen Rowlands' neck

or

c) on fire.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

The neighing of horses, and worried whinnying slowly dragged Kate out of unconsciousness. Her eyes sleepily blinked open, and she wrapped her arms around herself. So tired and cold, even with the blankets wrapped around her. Her brain was muzzled still, though she could feel her bow and quiver with her. And there was some pain around her neck. She struggled to stand up, keeping the blankets around herself. Why was it so cold even in the stables?

[tiny tag: A Gothic Winter Tale] (post is very much open)

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[likes-toastems.livejournal.com]

Having spent an. . . entertaining few hours in Milliways, Needy had then, because it really was all just a little too weird, left. Luckily for her, she could. She'd made an attempt to get back, just to prove to herself that it had been real, but the door which had taken her to Milliways opened onto the greasy diner it was supposed to, much to her disappointed.

She's since convinced herself she'd suffered a slight mental breakdown, and worried about it every spare moment - so it's with some relief that she finds her closet door, in the skanky motel she's staying in, opening onto Milliways. She steps through, grinning, and wanders up to the bar.

"Um, eggnog, please?" She asks tentatively, still not entirely sure about this whole 'sentient bar' thing. Her drinks appears, steaming slightly and with a fresh grating of nutmeg over the top, just the way she likes it.

"Thanks!" She pats the wood, and is not entirely surprised when it flushes a warm cherrywood briefly. perching on a stool with her back to the bar, she surveys the room thoughtfully. Yup. Everyone is still weird.

[tiny!tag: Needy Lesnicky]

Happy Hour!

[mogget_cat]

The glasses are clean, the countertop polished to a high sheen, and there's a Bright Shiner behind the bar. Above the bar, the Specials sign has been hung.

Happy Hour Specials!
Hot Apple Pie
Butterscotch Cocoa
Hot Vanilla
Wassail
Non-Alcoholic: Hot lemonade.

"Happy Hour, everyone! The night is dark and cold, so pick your poison and find someone to help you stay warm. What'll it be?"

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[source_fairy]

Sirona sits at a table, with a large basket of baked goods, gleefully picking her way through it.

Hah, some people still know how to be properly grateful to their goddesses! Yay!

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[leadinghome]

Connor is by the Observation Window, watching the universe collapse and sipping from a steaming mug; the scent tells anyone approaching it is tea.



[ Connor, Freakangels ]