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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways: Death From Above. Spoilers for Fallout 3: Broken Steel.]

The door swings open on a dimly lit indoor scene, the room beyond all bunk beds and small tables. Ellen trudges through in her dark green Brotherhood fatigues; after the day she's had you couldn't pay her to keep her armor on one minute longer. It takes her a minute to realize that she's not in the hallway any more.

She makes her way over to one of the booths and sits down carefully, then gives up on the whole 'careful' thing and slumps in her seat instead. The inquiring wait-rat gets mumbled at.

There's probably going to be fried Cram and coffee at her table soon, so if you aren't put off by greasy foods, come by and say hi.

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[hecu_marine]

This is twice in a row now that the Bar's been there when Shephard's actually intended it to be there. It's been a long walk back to the Borealis from Andamooka, and he wants to sit down and get a cold drink somewhere that doesn't have redback spiders. Or any of the spiders he's encountered in Australia so far, really, but the redbacks bothered him the most, after that bullsquid. Point is, Milliways qualifies.

He's still a little tightly strung, though. It was a long walk in the broad open country with no appreciable cover anywhere, and even if he didn't see anything in the distance at ground level, his people and the Borealis are out in the open in the middle of what used to be Lake Eyre. All it takes is one Combine aerial patrol and they're splatter fodder. It's not an attitude he plans on taking back to the ship- for one thing, tense moods in leadership tend to spread- so he might as well get rid of it here, doing something he can concentrate on that won't put anyone else in danger.

No, not the shooting range out back. Not this time. He'd just put his shots wrong. On the other hand he found a really sweet streambed up in the mountains out back a while ago, and it hasn't disappointed him today; he's got enough flint nodules from that stream to keep him busy for a week. Might as well top up his stock of arrowheads. You never know when you're going to have to shoot something but still save up on your bullets.

Feel free to catch him either indoors, with his drink, or outdoors, knapping stone into useful arrowheads and other edged objects. He's good either way.

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[boston_bruiser]

[Out of Milliways: Gardez's reception committee was less than pleasant.

So Voodoo's not terribly trusting right now.]

Voodoo really doesn't care that this was supposed to be the safehouse - again. He just needs somewhere to unwind for a bit.

Those looking for him will find him lounging in a corner booth, his rifle resting on the tabletop - unloaded, of course. His pistol, however, is most assuredly not. He's still wary of the place.

Come say hi.

Or mock his beard. Again. Nonono. Bad idea.

Unexpected day / off from work results in a / multipup EP!

[vance_prime]

A pregnant woman,
poring over a large map
of Australia.

A Warehouse agent,
seated at the piano,
playing Tom Lehrer.

A long, lean, black cat,
stalking small scurrying things
through the new spring grass.

One mun, many pups,
one outside and two inside.
Which one will you tag?

[Open 'til it scrolls. Haiku optional.]

Forge Post

[makesthings]

Sam's been getting a lot of things done on his various projects, the car parts are almost all fixed and he thinks he knows how to make Jenks' sword work.

Today he's using small hammers and deep in thought as he manipulates the fire and metal so that the size of the sword doesn't take anything away from the blade.

The door is open and the cats are hiding inside as lately there's been a lot of surprise rain storms, which they don't like.

Come inside and be dry or make a commission, the forge is open.

(OOC: Mun is in class so will tag on and off throughout the day but this is open until it scrolls.)

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

It has been a very long time since the door last caught Glorfindel and Asfaloth. The horse was beginning to hope it'd never be forced to come to a sudden standstill in the midst of a crowd of strangers ever again.

Glorfindel knew better.

Thus, when the door opens to a gorgeous spring day and lets in one gleaming white stallion tacked in gear that jangles from the multitude of tiny bells sewn to the leather, and its elven rider, at least one of the pair is not surprised. At least this time they were only going at a trot, and not a full-on gallop?

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[good_dug]

Dug loves Bar.

This is for many reasons.Mainly  Dug loves Bar because she has a habit of providing him with delicious snacks, including the normally forbidden people food. And even when she doesn't give him food even though he looks at her with his widest saddest eyes possible (which can be difficult because he's simply not sure where he's supposed to look), she gives him other exciting things! Like toys. Toys which admittedly seem worryingly evil, but he's pretty sure he and Octoplushie have gotten over that particular problem. Chewing off one of the eight legs helped with that.

But see - the thing is, he maybe kind of liked it when Octoplushie was evil. It was fun, in a way, chasing it, hiding from it, taunting it from under tables and behind chairs. Now that said underwater plushie is missing limbs and definitely much more battered, its servos don't seem as keen to run away from Dug. It more...limps. And that? That's just boring.

But Bar has provided Dug with another toy! And Dug? He love love love love loves Bar. Who else could give you a ball which bounces by itself?

Currently Dug has parked his massive golden behind on top of one of the tables, and has his head hanging over the edge, watching the ball with fascination. It's pretty normal-looking, blue with red dog bones, but it bounces neatly to Dug-head-height without anyone ever touching it, staying in the same position.

Twice he's snapped at it, and twice it's moved slightly to one side, avoiding him neatly. Currently his tail is flicking back and forth as he prepares for another go. This time he'll go all out. This time he'll leap at it. This time he'll get it....