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[took_a_year_out]

A young woman in a labcoat walks in, her nose buried in a medical textbook as she bites her thumb thoughtfully.

When the change in noise from where she's come from registers, however, she looks up. Eyes go wide.

"...Oh my God. Who the hell put a bar in the students' lounge?"

Welcome to Milliways, Miss Martha Jones.


[OOC: Martha is currently just pre-canon! She's completely free to tag by everyone and anyone, but all I ask is that nobody mention the Doctor to her, please.]

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

[oom: There is, at some point, a note left with the Bar:

( Havelock Vetinari )

A little later, there is a rendezvous.

Thread rated T for Tango, Teasing, and Terrifying Moments of Emotional Honesty.]

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[hallelujahpilot]

[OoM: This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true.
- the Rifleman's Creed]

many thanks for Rog for NPCing Quaritch.

warning for some violence and gore in the third link

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[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Hercules has been lurking about lately. His door has not yet returned, and he is trying not to be bitter about it.

So it is a less than boisterous demigod sitting at the bar today in his usual sash-skirt-sandals combo. He continues to glance at where his door should be, as he sips slowly at a large mug of chocolate milk (it doth do a body good, he would say).

There is important things he needs to do. Hercules hates being chained, and this... this feels like being trapped, no matter how nice Milliways is.

[tiny tag: Hercules]

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[notthebadman.livejournal.com]

If you're wondering where the videogame sound effects are coming from, it's probably Topher's laptop, which is currently sitting open on a table, accompanied by its owner, with a Super Mario Bros emulator running on it. Around the laptop are a number of juiceboxes and an empty bag of FunYuns. As for Topher, he's sitting with his knees tucked up to his chest, chin almost resting on his knees as he plays.

Sometimes it's nice to revisit the classics.

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[parkerlee]

You can get sucked into the damnedest things on the internet.

Parker blames Tamar and Lacey, two of the girls in her dorm. They had been going on and on about these online journals. Parker had decided to just check it out – next thing she knew, she’d signed up for an account of her own.

She’s reviewing the cached pages on her laptop. Her first post. Her bio. Her icons (those, she suspects, are going to be addictive).

If nothing else, it will be a distraction.

Botherable.

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[noteful]

Meg is a little flushed when she comes into the bar this evening.

She promtly drops the bag over her shoulder onto a chair and before shedding her coat and scarf and hat and gloves.

She curls up on the couch next to the chair she has now filled with her stuff, and asks a waitrat for a mug of mint tea.

That taken care of, she looks around to see who else is here.

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[shufti]

[oom: Shufti and Guppy compare notes on the Teja Murder case. And despair slightly.]

Shufti, having made a brief pit stop home, looks around the bar for one of two people. Not spotting either, she leaves a note for Yrael.

( Yrael )

Her badge visible, she sits nearby and keeps looking for people of interest.

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[claudiometer]

(OOM, between 1997 and 2003:

what you gonna do when the planet shifts?

More backstory-filling than spoileriffic, this time.)

[less-teeny tiny tag: Claudia Donovan]

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[sunbaked_baker]

The cinnamon rolls and other trays of Sunshine's delicious creations are safely in the oven, so Rae has taken the opportunity to catch some of the rays of the late February sunlight. The air at the Caribbean inlet is warm enough for her to feel all right taking off her coat and letting the sunlight shine down on her for a while, even though it's nowhere near as strong as she'd like it to be.

Spring can't come to end-of-the-universe-pseudo-Scotland soon enough.

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Later, she'll be in the bar, at a table with her tray of baked goods and sign where people can see. Rae sits, munching a cinnamon roll she had snagged for herself while she reads through an issue of Modern Baking magazine, waiting for potential customers to follow the warm, tantalizing scents.

Sunshine's Fresh Baked Goods
Cinnamon Rolls-As-Big-As-Your-Head: $1.50
(Extra Icing: $.50)
Bitter Chocolate Death: $2.50
Caramel Cataclysm: $2
Maple Cornbread: $2
Rosemary-Garlic Buns: $1.50
Muffins: $.75ea
(jalapeno-sweetcorn; cranberry-and-sprouted-wheat, blueberry-walnut, almond-and-lemon-zest)

(ooc: Catchable either outside or in the bar! Open forever. :D)

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways:

At the Giddyup Buttercup factory, YOUR HEAD A SPLODE. Or, rather, the other guy's will. Repeatedly.]

The door swings open on a foul-smelling darkness several times, and each time, a power-armored figure and its companion stagger through, deposit several pieces of metal, and then turn back. Eventually they stop going back, at which point the power armor wearer takes off her helmet. "I think that's it, Annabelle," Ellen says. "And even if it's not I don't want to go back to that place any more today. I can start working on the parts we've got here. How're you holding up?"


[OOC: Two muns, two pups, tag one or both!]