Spider-Woman / Warrior Practice Yard

[justdyedit.livejournal.com]

She's finally feeling herself after what feels like forever...at least that's her best guess. It's hard to be sure when you've been running a fever high enough to make you think you were someone else. She only has vague memories but what she thinks she might remember isn't the most comforting.

Either way, she hasn't worked out in far too long so she's out back dressed in a variation of her normal costume. She not sure what it was doing in her room and while it's comfortable to be in costume, this one is quite ridiculous. Just how is she supposed to blend into shadows in this thing? Still it will work for the paces she's putting herself through.

So far she's just been working on her balance but she's open for spectators or sparring partners.

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[not_his_pa]

William's over by the fire with a worn dime novel in his hands that he's not really reading. Knowing what's wrong with Mark is good and there's medicine for it, so that's a start.

He knows he worries more than he should but that's what his father did, he has to take care of everyone.

His coffee's going cold and he's close to falling asleep in his chair with his hat pulled down but his thoughts keep going around and around.

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo isn't in the Bar.  He's actually out back, engaging in a bit of exercise, practice, and so forth.  He's considerably bundled up (the weather is colder than he likes, but his "normal" setting is either "climate controlled" or "Spain", neither of which involve a Scottish-style winter), largely because he hasn't been in the Forge today (he didn't draw a shift for the day), giving him a bit more free time than he's used to.

Which means he need something to fill it with.

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[lilium_evansiae]

[OOM: One swallow doesn't make a summer.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Out back, there has been a temporary covered notice board erected. On that notice board are two large pieces of paper. One is a large building plan, and the other is a poster.

INFIRMARY DAY ROOM UNDER CONSTRUCTION
If you wish to assist construction, please see Dr Guppy Sandhu for details.
Construction workers will be paid on their bar tab.*

When the room has been built, we will be looking for a few pieces of artwork** for to decorate inside; if this would interest you please also see Dr Sandhu.

*Construction must be done properly. If you need instruction please ask.
**Content of artwork must be suitable for people of all ages.

The area to be built in has been marked off behind a tape with a warning sign on each side.

Let the construction begin!

[ooc: Project with mods and Bing's permission. Oompa Loomas helping in the background with Bing's permission. Please see Back Room Post here.]

Happy Hour

[7twistedwishes]

There is a woman in a daring red cocktail dress behind the counter, ready for the customers of the night. The specials board is set up as well with a theme.



SPECIALS

- Red Apple;

- Flaming Fruit Trees;

- Low Latitude Lust;

Pure vodka, tequila and bourbon, half-off.



"Happy Hour is open, dears. Come have a drink."



[ Open until it falls off ]

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[beatoftheworld]

Normally, Jacob navigates things like stairs pretty easily. It takes him a few minutes longer than your average guy, and he can't do the thing of going down them so fast your head seems to just float: not that he could if he could see either, he's never been that graceful.

But today? Is just not his day. His fingers are splayed like a pianist's against the banister, tapping in a triplet-plus-two-rhythm that he finds interesting enough to listen to, but his feet don't have the same coordination. He misses the step, and the next one down as well, tumbling in an ill-assorted sprawl of limbs to the floor, where he picks his head up once, and sighs, and puts it back down again, facing up to the ceiling. Hopefully, no one will step on him in the next minute or three.

"Hello, floor. And how are we today?"