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[ostro_goth]

With his meal, today Teja gets a strangely shaped piece of pastry.

Inside, there is a message.

OLD FRIENDS MAKE BEST FRIENDS.

Teja now sits by the fireplace, pondering how very true that is.

He should go to his people again, soon, and try to find Adalgoth awake. And speak with him.



[[Plot: Misfortune Cookies]]

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[covert_bandage]

The people who turn to the Followers of the Apocalypse for medical assistance in Freeside are usually in a bad way, economically speaking. The Followers provide what care they can and charge the ones who can afford it to subsidize the ones who can't. The poorer ones tend to provide barter goods after the fact, when they've got goods to spare- meat, eggs, gathered plants, animal hides for sale, things like that. It's an awkward setup, but it's functioned so far, and occasionally it functions pretty well when somebody like the King comes by in need of treatment and drops a sizable pile of caps in their lap.

And then there are days like today, when a grateful Freesider went out hunting after their treatment and came back to pay, not with the usual tanned gecko hides, but with a whole sack of animal corpses from a species Arcade would've sworn had gone extinct decades ago.

Honestly, who pays with snakes?

Arcade's just gonna be over here, with his vodka and his book of chess strategies and his other book of transcribed pages from the first book. It beats figuring out what he's supposed to do with snake parts.

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[longlonghair]

[[OOM: Rapunzel learns to be very, very careful of what you ask for.]]

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[morethanprops]

No one seems to be in the infirmary but Watson was able to find a chair with a good view of the door and has ordered some tea.

Currently he's not sure if he trusts any medicine he might order from the strange counter or a rat so he will simply wait and approach the next person who enters the infirmary.

He keeps reaching up for where his mustache should be and occasionally wiping his forehead as his fever has not abated. Since he is rather hot, he has gone so far has to remove his tweed jacket while he waits.

Tiny tag with identity issues: Moist von Lipwig aka Watson, IMDB flu!
Tiny tag who knows things: Lady Margolotta
Tiny tag who's a magician: John Mandrake

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[will_scarlett]

The door opens onto the clash of metal on metal and yelling as Will falls backward, blocking a sword as he slams the door shut and catches his breath on the floor. His cloak is covered in snow and he has a cut on his leg that's already starting to hurt.

Once he has his breath back, he stands and sheathes his sword before making his way to Bar and ordering a mulled wine and a bandage as he takes off his gloves.

When a little cookie appears, he opens it and frowns as he reads the little message You've got what it takes, but it will take everything you've got! Then he slips the message into his pouch and looks around to see what's changed since he was last here.

Plot tag: Misfortune Cookies
(OOC: Catch him at the door or at the Bar.)

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[thursdays_angel]

[OOM: Seals are coming under attack, all over the world.]



[OOC: Takes place during events of 4X02.]

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[scurlock]

Doc is standing near the end of the counter, exchanging a series of napkins and notes with Bar.

He's in the process of packing up a pair of saddlebags with various things. Currently, his goal is to get Bar to give him enough beef jerky to feed an army. But given the protein bars and sandwiches she keeps attempting to provide instead, it's not going too well.

At least he already managed to get enough cigarettes?



[Botherable, last entry before I take him out for some adventuring. Open for ages.]

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[iambetadraconis]

Someone has been given a a lot to think about.

His dinner has given him something to think about too.

A strip of paper sits in front of him. It reads:

"Your problem just became your stepping stone. Catch the moment."

He wonders what to make of it.


Plot: Misfortune cookies.

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[hear_the_voices]

[OOM: Job 41:25.]

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[boston_bruiser]

It’s a cold and tired SEAL who walks up to the bar this – morning? Afternoon? Evening? He’s not sure anymore, and it’s not making him any happier.

“Bah, gimmie a piece of cahdboard and a Sharpie, if you will.”

Which I won’t.

He sighs. “Please?”

Sharpie and cardboard, as requested.

Was that so hard?

“Oh, come on. You shouldn’t even be sentient in the first place.”

That’s not very nice.

“You – nevahmind, I got shit to do.”

Former United States Navy SEAL seeking employment

Skilled in:

Close Quarter Battle
Hand-to-hand combat
Rappelling/fastroping
Ambush/counter-ambush techniques
Offensive and defensive driving techniques
VIP protection
Intelligence/counter-intelligence tradecraft
Reconnaissance and surveillance/counter-surveillance
Wilderness survival
Resistance to interrogation
Escape and evasion from hostile forces
Conventional and underwater demolitions
Camouflage and concealment
Marksmanship
Swimming/diving (open and closed circuit SCUBA)
Maintenance and use of 20th to early 21st century weapons
Parachuting
Basic first aid

Fluent in:
Pashto
Spanish
Arabic
Russian
Chechen
Korean
Persian

Willing to teach:
All of the above

Willing to negotiate to set rates

Talk to me if you are interested. I will be wearing a gray polo shirt and blue jeans.

That’s a biiig piece of cardboard.

Pretty neat handwriting, too, considering.

Voodoo? He’ll be in one of the booths by the window, staring at the light show. Doesn’t take much to occupy him.

(OOC: Open 'til it scrolls.)

(EDIT: And slowtime is over!)

[Tinytag: Voodoo (Medal of Honor)]

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[thursdays_angel]

[OOM: "And that's when you called for a retreat?"]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy comes through the front door, with Alex nipping in just behind him. The little boy is somewhat fed up of being kept out of the bar. He gets about ten metres before Guppy looks around and spots him.

After a quick debate, they decide he can stay for fifteen minutes, if nobody sick comes near.

"And then bath time." Guppy says, getting him an orange juice.

"No, bath eated me." Fry complains.

"It didn't eat you, you put your finger down the plughole. Just don't do it again."

Happy Hour: 'Medicinal Purposes Only' edition

[i_got_vision]

Butch's temporary roommate had come back to his health and proper senses and moved along, without so much as an awkward word of explanation--in that way, at least, Johnny Hooker's not too different from Sundance--and so after a day or two of relaxing on his own, just to make sure he didn't catch whatever that was, Butch is the very picture of health as he returns to the bar tonight. Must be all the pure thoughts and clean living... or maybe it's the whiskey.

Anyway, he hadn't really expected the note that appeared on the bar, but he's seen how these things work and figures he can fake it. Behind the bar he goes, rummaging around with amusement until he finds a few particular dusty bottles somewhere in the back. That accomplished, he writes:

Specials:
Jamaica Ginger
Hood's Sarsaparilla
Parker's Tonic
Old Taylor

It's a public service, okay? Just think of all the poor folks who have been sick.

[tinytags: Butch Cassidy][ooc: three of the specials are patent medicines, but unlike the real things back in the day, let's just say none of these contain hard drugs or adulterants. They do however contain alcohol. Also, open for new tags until the next happy hour goes up, but for now am going to bed and will resume tagging in the morning!]