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[janebecomes]

[OOM: I would much rather have been merry than wise.]
Emma by Jane Austen

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[janebecomes]

The Bar surprises Jane as she goes out to the yard to do her chores.

Her smile just grows as she finds her way inside, last night at the ball truly wasn't a dream.

Already she has ideas as does Tom, her Tom and they will find a way.

(OOC: Put up slightly late but open until it scrolls.)

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways: Having reached Rivet City with the collected loot taken from the defeated Talon Company, Ellen ponders the economics of violence.]

The door opens on a- you know what? Forget the blasted post-apocalyptic scenery out there. Ellen's just walked into the bar with a giant two-headed cow in tow. It's got several dozen bundles strapped to its back in classic pack-animal fashion, but it's at least as tall at the shoulder as Ellen, probably eight or nine feet long, and, well, two heads. Fortunately it's also pretty placid and doesn't seem to care much that it's being led through somewhere indoors, so the only reminders of its presence after it passes are some clods of dirt (yes, just dirt) that fell from its hooves, scuff and nick marks from where roughly a ton of pot roast on the hoof passed through, and... Well, we're sorry about the lingering smell on the air, but that'll pass. And Ellen came back in and got a broom from the Bar to clean up the dirt and sweep it out the door, so there's that. Once she's done tidying that up she deposits a black bundle on one of the tables and puts up a sign:

Cerasteel / polymer body armor for sale
Extremely bullet resistant
Good against knives and blunt force trauma, too
Starting price: six gallons of distilled water per suit

Make Me An Offer

She drops off a note with the Bar asking to see the local stable master, then sits back with a bowl of the vegetables and bean curd with brown sauce that Bar turns out to be so good at making, and waits.


[tinytag: Jordan Kennedy]

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[oneman_onevote]

The sky over Milliways outside has elected to break into one of those energetic downpours that the optimistic call a 'spring shower.' Sparring in adversity is one thing, but a sword fight becomes a tricky thing when you are rapidly beoming soaked to the skin.

Therefore Puck and Havelock have called a finish for today and open the door from the bar, each carrying a sword, and shaking off water.

Havelock peels off his coat, revealing a marginally drier shirt. "That went well, I thought," he says breezily, heading for the bar.

"Oh, I quite agree," Puck replies, who himself appears remarkably unconcerned by the fact that he is dripping all over the floor. "I am amazed, but it does seem your tutelage begins to stick."

(This might be putting it slightly optimistically, but at least Puck remembered to actually attempt to formulate his own sequence of attacks rather than just mimicking Havelock's.)

"It would seem so," the assassin agrees gravely, navigating around a table full of patrons. "Soon your technique will match your speed, and then I'm afraid I'll be no challenge at all."

Puck bats his eyelashes. "You flatter me," he says cheerfully. "Bar darling, could you see your way to a bit of cocoa?"



A few moments later sees the pair drying by the fire, Puck having been coaxed into a fresh shirt and breeches and Havelock with a towel, idly rubbing at his hair. The swords - both cleaned and dried before Havelock started on himself - are still in evidence.


[OOC: A combo post for all your threading needs! Merc and I are both here, taggable, and good for slowtimes!

EDIT: And now I am abed! Threads continue tomorrow? <3!]

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and black smoke rolls in. A thin figure in blue and silver (with gold beads in his shining hair, he's utterly irrepressible) strides in, and the door shuts behind him.

The elf (for it is an elf, if a rather grubby one) looks confused for a long moment, before smiling, brightly.

Tonight? Real, honest, non-camp food, and a proper bath tonight. This is the best sight Glorfindel has seen in a long time - a decades-long siege against a horrific foe can make even a crazy bar at the end of the universe look good.

Tolkien Reading day.

[diehard_daniel]

There is a Daniel sitting at a table scattered with books with a theme. They are all by Tolkien. Also, on the table is a plate of buttery golden pieces of bread and coffee and of course a small sign reading, "Tolkien reading day, feel free to join me." 

He is currently debating weather or not to start reading a passage from The Letters of Tolkien out loud.

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[gavemea_45]

[OOM: Unfortunately, there doesn't appear to be any pie in Cold Oak.]

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[noteful]

Meg is curled up in a chair over near the fireplace, mug at hand, reading The Blue Castle.

Peppermint tea and L. M. Montgomery.

It's been one of those weeks.

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[hopeitsworthit]

[OOM: Sometimes all a guy wants is a slice of pie.]

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[2020sight]

The door opens on one very tall man singing a very loud song.

"--Ap' ta kooookkala vialméni ton Elliiiinon ta ierá--"

He might be a little tipsy. It's not actually entirely clear.

Happy Independence Day! (Hey, it's March 25th somewhere.)

[ooc: Slowtimes are very, very likely, but all threads are welcomed!]