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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Out of Milliways: After the mutants are purged from the Jefferson Memorial, arrangements must be made.

The next day, the work begins...


Edited to point the second link at the correct OOM. Spoilers for Fallout 3.

The Back Door

[whipped_weapon]

There is a quiet drow standing outside, by the back door of the Bar as the sun is starting to set.  

He is curiously looking around for two things; the first being a bald, blue skinned lady with a gentle demeanor, and the second, being anything of the garden persuasion. He's only ever seen mushroom groves, and moss beds and lichen farms. Never a proper herb garden. He's not sure what to look for, or what it looks like, but he assumes it must be... green. Which doesn't really help him. The trees are green. The tops at least. The... fronds and leaves by his feet are green. Those hills and the shores by the distant lake are also green.

...The setting sun is a pretty thing to watch, though. Pinks and oranges and purples. Absolutely lovely.

(OOC: totally open to be poked. Doing as I promised for Zhaan! Sorry this is late, I had to vote. Argh. Slowtimes are <3)

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[hadyougoing]

[oom: Following a seriously awkward interaction between Sam, Ava, and Riley, the latter pair has a much less awkward followup conversation.


... Wait, did Ava just say "boyfriend"?]

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[latino_menace]

Ramon had only got up to go to the bathroom. He's not really supposed to be up at all but he's bored as hell, even on all the drugs. Which isn't to say he's pleased to find Milliways where his hospital room should be (especially as he has to walk with a damn cane at the moment) because it's a bit less than dignifed, being here with a face that's nothing more than a giant bruise and the obvious marks of a recently fixed broken nose.

Advantages? He can smoke here. And get a decent drink that Fi hasn't had to smuggle in to him. The first shot of whiskey confirms that mixing it with pain meds isn't sensible but also means that he doesn't care any more. So he finds a soft armchair and eases into it, promptly dozing off with a lit cigarette in his hand.

He's only planning on staying for half a pack or so and might not make any sense in the meantime, but he's here.

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[noteful]

Meg has her voice back.

And she has mint tea and a plate of ginger cookies.

(She also has fifteen years back, though she's completely unaware of any recent visits by her five-year old self.)

And she has a slight fidget, manifesting in the almost-tapping of her left foot while she works through a crossword puzzle.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, in a high-backed chair, hiding.

He is watching the bar as it is reflected in the glass of the trilobite tank. Most importantly, it is one man that he is watching. Teja would not approach him, but is hoping that Shufti will turn up, so he may send her in that man's direction.

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: Bucharest, Romania - Rest Area]

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[shufti]

Shufti has taken up a secluded spot on the rafters, keeping an eye on things below.

She keeps watch, but seeing that more senior Security staff are around, is mostly maintaining her presence in case anyone wants her to clarify details of her report.

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[evercleverest]

[ooc: after this.]


Hermione spent a good part of the day writing a letter.

When she finishes, she seals it into a nondescript envelope addressed to Mr Tom Riddle and requests that the Bar deliver it to him the next time he's around to receive it. Then she's off - back to the library to do a bit more book-sorting.



There.

She did it.

Now all she can do is wait.



[ooc: not for tagging!]

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[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data is sitting on one of the comfy chairs by the fire with his violin again, playing a Vivaldi piece in B minor.

Completely botherable. Although his eyes are closed while he is playing, so you might have to get his attention. Or he may notice you after he has finished the piece.

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[acts_of_gord]

OOM:

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends: A Trip Into The Dead Zone

Dedicated to the memory of the late Robert "Dr. Wallace Breen" Culp.