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[not_his_pa]

William hasn't found any more doors to Milliways for about a week and he hasn't quite been looking, it was too confusing with good food, nice people and then Wade.

This morning he's only thinking up about saddling up Les and checking the fences now that Mark's off to school. The little healing vial is tucked away in his hiding place alongside the drawing of his Pa that Wade did since he's not sure what to do with it.

When the door to the tack room opens onto the Bar, he stares at it for a while before walking up to the counter and asking for some coffee. He's not quite sure how he feels about being here, but he's here now.

Tiny tag who needs to wake up: William Evans

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[summerscurse]

[OOM: Alex and Lorna's crew stop off at a planet and make a deal.]




Tiny Tags of Space Piracy: Alex Summers, Lorna Dane

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[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

The lake behind Milliways is clear, cold and still, with only the wind rippling across its surface now and then.

Until, suddenly, a hand breaks the surface, followed by the rest of a girl.

She is as still as if she were dead, and floats limp and pale in the only barely disturbed water.

[plotlocked and tiny!tag for Jacob Black, pls!]

Amascut by the door

[death_gone_mad]

Sitting near the front door is a red headed woman

thunk bunk

She is tossing a rubber ball so that it bounces on the floor, on the door, and into her hand.

thunk bunk

if it hits you on your way in

thunk bunk

or if it is just plain bothering you

thunk bunk

maybe you can complain or something?

thunk bunk

Bored Tag: Amascut

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[killitwithfire]

Tonight, on his couch by the fire, Axel has a bowl of spicy chili, and a half-eaten plate of enchiladas - his conversation with Urquhart last night left him vaguely wanting it, and it just kept growing on him, until he gave up, and got some for his dinner tonight.

He's botherable, even if he is taking up the whole couch.

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[claudiometer]

It has been awfully quiet on the Artifact front lately. Claudia is trying not to worry about that too much, but she can't shake this feeling that when something finally does happen, it's gonna be a doozy.
(So is it Pete's vibes or Artie's paranoia that's rubbing off?)
In an effort not to think about things too hard, she's claimed a table in the name of Legos and soda. At some point, she might get a sandwich to go with that.

Volterra, Mid-March 2005

[themidnightson]

[OOM:

"This is an unparalleled surprise."

]

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[tragic_mask]

Melpomene is slouched in a corner chair with a good vantage point, gazing across the bar every so often, before she looks back down at her poetry tome.

In one hand, she cups a golden glass of Atlantean. With the other, she taps the arm of her chair (clearly more impatient than her dark eyes reveal).

You might want to tell her that the book she's pretending to read? Is upside-down.


[ooc:feel free to tag until it's gone.]

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[young_womble]

There is a Womble in the bar, trying to pick up the bits of a smashed pint glass.

He didn't see who broke it, though he caught a familiar whiff of... armpits, amongst other things. He's more concerned with making sure nobody treads on it.

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[theresnodoor]

There are demon rabbits. There are talking cats. There are, much as Rachel tries to ignore them, rats working as waiters in the bar.

So there have to be other animals, perhaps even natural animals, hanging around in the woods outside the bar. Logically. Surely.


There's no plan of what to do when she finds them, but there's a teenager just starting to head into the woods.


Fake Tag: Rachel