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[magneticxman]

(OoM: Some things will never be easy, or clear.)

Lorna wanders into the bar, looking thoughtful. She's still wearing the University of Arizona shirt with a cute grey sweater, and her jeans. She's just taking a break from packing. The shuttle was hard to get settled on a trailer, and she'd had to install the tow bar on her Jeep, which left her a little tired. That, at least, she knew she could blame on the baby. Compared to battle, car modification is relatively simple, easy task.

She takes a seat at the bar, and asks for a glass of water. It appears, and she drinks about half, before looking around, to see if anyone looks like they could do with some conversation. Her lunch with Magneto has given her a lot to think about, but she'd rather do so at a later point, when she's not so tired.

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[raptorcanaria]

[Out of Milliways: Nothing alleviates inter-team awkwardness like being betrayed by another teammate]

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[dark_dancer]

The Guild resumes classes at the end of the week, and Cata still has quite a bit of work ahead of her to get her advanced lesson plans put together. But for all that, she's looking quite pleased with herself.
It almost certainly has nothing to do with her work, but it's making said work go a little bit faster, for all that.
She's at her usual table (one that gives her a good view of the bar), getting her lesson plans together. Her good mood doesn't mean she wouldn't mind an interruption.

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[diced_tartan]

It has been a positively hellish month. Between Travis' issues, helping their parents get sorted, and getting his youngest sister moved to the now spare room in Travis' flat, Nicholas has hardly had two minutes to breathe.

When the bar shows up today, it's the first time Nicholas has been happy to see it. Fetching up a cup of tea -- no, scratch that; a glass of Shiraz -- he moves over to a spot by the fire and even kicks off his shoes.

He is going to relax today, and that is final. Hopefully.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[OOM: Enclave chems, Brotherhood of Steel medical care, and United Federation of Planets treatment are all nice, but you're still not going to bounce back from radiation poisoning to full operating condition without some serious help.]

It's going to be a while yet before Ellen's ready to go back into the field in her world, but she likes to think she's getting there. She's come up with a schedule that involves spending a full day on her side of the door, working through whatever training regimen Gunny and the Citadel physicians have set for her, then coming back to the Bar for a night's rest and a day's practice. With any luck she should be able to balance herself out between the two places and recover at a pace Gunny will believe possible, without losing too much time.

For now she's on the resting portion of the cycle. This translates to her and Dogmeat settling in at one of the chairs by the fire. Knight-Captain Colvin wants to talk to her when she goes back, and she's not sure about what, so she's just going to try to eat, relax, and-

Huh. Folded cookie. It cracked when she dropped it by mistake and there's a slip of paper among the crumbs:

There is always a way-- if you are committed.

"...."


[plot: Misfortune Cookies] [tinytag: Voodoo]

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[smallgayjew]

Posner isn't really used to staying in Milliways overnight, yet. And he definitely isn't used to being ill without his mum to make soup and pamper him.

He isn't feeling himself really, either. He found himself spending almost half an hour in front of the mirror in his room trying to make his school uniform look like something other than a (rather ill-fitting) school uniform. Eventually, he settled on leaving it untucked and rolling up the sleeves. There's nothing to be done about the shoes, unfortunately, and no matter how much time he spent in the bathroom with the hairdryer, he couldn't seem to get his hair to do more than lie flat on his head.

So not acceptable.

He's still sneezing and unhappy with his appearance when he comes down into the bar proper, and he retains just enough of himself to realize Bar may be able to help him.

After another quick run through of his fingers in his hair (which doesn't help anything), he leans against the bar with a dramatic sigh.

"Bar, darling, could you possibly get me something more...flattering to wear? Oh! And a bit of styling wax? Any kind of product at all, really."

His face breaks into a grin that's somewhat marred by his sneeze as a pile of clothing and a familiar-looking tube appear in front of him. "Thanks, love. You're a peach."



tiny!tag: David Posner, IMDb Flu

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

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[claudiometer]

Claudia is in the bar with her computer, tonight.
She's tweaking her MacPherson-hunting program - something occurred to her that might help refine the search a little bit. Yeah, working on it here isn't the best option in terms of testing her work, but she has more time to get it figured out, and that'll lead to more time to put it to use.
...It made sense in her head, anyway.
She's been at it for a while now; someone might want to ask her when the last time she stopped to eat was.

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[evilontheloose]

There is a hunter outside.

A merciless hunter.

Well... an evil genius with a snowball launcher gun, loaded with snow and looking for targets.

Beware of being one.



[ Jordan Kennedy ]

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[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Sometimes even Oracle needs a fresh face.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in his usual spot near the infirmary. With a big sign.

FREE WALK-IN CLINIC
COME SEE ME IF YOU HAVE FLU

It was originally covered in sparkly green 'snot drips' (this is what happens if you let the kids help you make a sign), but he peeled them off because they were kind of gross.

He's currently trying to get green glitter glue off the table.