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[beenbornearlier.livejournal.com]

Dick Winters comes in with a slight limp. It's nothing he'll complain about, not really. He sits down at the nearest (unoccupied) table, taking off his helmet and placing it on the tabletop once he's properly settled. The bar as a whole is still something he's not completely at ease with, but the brief reprieve is still something he appreciates. Besides, after seeing one of his best friends almost get killed, he's ready to sit down for a bit. The only surprise comes in the form of a small bowl of vanilla ice cream, which, were he more aware of the disparity between what time it is on his side of the door and what time it is here, would make a little more sense. (It is, to be technical, his birthday.)

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(Michael Bluth wasn't really having one of his best days. After leading an assorted group of people down to Mexico in order to search for his father, he had driven back up to Newport without realizing that he had effectively stranded his son's girlfriend in a foreign country when he was supposed to have been getting to know her a little bit better. Unsurprisingly, this came as something of an unwelcome shock to both Michael and his son, and they had hightailed the staircar right back across the border as soon as they realized what had happened.) As such, when Michael comes into the bar, he immediately makes a beeline for the bar itself, sitting down at the counter and patting the surface once.

"I'll have a -- you know what, a scotch would be nice."

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Septimus has, since his arrival, been patched up. Unfortunately, this has failed to put him in a better mood. Lacking his sword (although still in possession of its sheath in addition to a couple of daggers), when he steps outside, it is not for practice but rather for a brief escape from the general bustle of the bar. He has never been overly fond of large amounts of company and the afterlife is proving no exception.

( tiny tag: septimus )

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[kemo_soggy]

Moist has actually read through the entirety of that list the guy looking into the vampire problem gave him.
Well, nearly so, anyway. The damn thing's 40 pages long, and he's not exactly made of free time. But he's down toward the end now, which he figures has to count for something. He'll probably be done with it the next time he sees the guy.

Was there unusually thick fog in the area?

...He's gonna go with 'no' on that one.

(OOC: Open till it scrolls.)

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[sunbaked_baker]

Despite how much she complains about having a cheerful apprentice in the coffeehouse, Paulie's habits must be rubbing off on her somewhat, because Sunshine is humming faintly under her breath as she carries a tray out of the kitchen and sets it on a centrally-located table. Arranged upon the tray are various baked goods, aromatic breads and desserts, all warm and freshly baked.

From a pocket of her red jeans (slightly dusted with flour where it got past her apron) she pulls the sign she made, unfolds it and sets it up where it can be seen.

Sunshine's Freshly Baked Breads and Toxic Sugar-Shock Specials
Cinnamon Rolls-As-Big-As-Your-Head: $2.50ea
(Extra Icing: $.50)
Bitter Chocolate Death: $2.50ea
Killer Zebras: $2ea
Lemon Lechery: $2ea
Maple Cornbread: $2 per piece
Rosemary-Garlic Bread: $5 per loaf
Muffins: $.75ea
(cinnamon-oatmeal, strawberry cream, chocolate chip, almond lemon zest, jalapeno sweetcorn)

With the sign set up, she takes a chair at her chosen table and settles down with a book (new vampire novel, though she thinks she knows how it's going to end) while she waits for customers. She's found that if she holds the book and her head still enough, the words on the page don't shiver and lurch sick-makingly from her wonky vision.

(ooc: Running away to see a movie with friends. Will return afterwards and pick up any new tags then. <3 <3 <3 Am back!)

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[ellectrical]

[OOM:

No,

I don't remember.

Warnings for violence, discussion of abuse, and maybe some confusion. Blame canon for that.]

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: Where adults fail, sometimes a less obvious solution is effective.]

Carlotta is at the bar, looking less stressed today.

There's still the fact that her cousin is going to get in a huge amount of trouble when she turns up again, her end of term exams creeping up, and then the dreaded wedding; but at least she's sorted things out with her father.

She's working on her textiles project, which looks suspiciously like a circus dress.

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[creationofwill]

When you're trying to sort something out, the best way is to look at it. Preferably from every angle, nook and cranny; every speck of dust, every bit of dirt. But hah, usually nobody's lucky that way - especially since most of what's worth studying is clean!

Kaworu is in a booth, a strange sight to see from him. Back against the wall, legs pulled up to use his knees as a sketchpad. He might stab you with a pencil if you try to look at it, but he'll do it nicely. ♥