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[hallelujahpilot]

OoM: "Oh, no. Badass Marine here. We don't get scared of...curtains. And things related to curtains."

"You're allowed to. I won't tell."

Happy Hour

[warmace.livejournal.com]

Carter is in the bar tonight, feeling anything but pleased, although the casual observer probably wouldn't notice thanks to the winged helmet obscuring most of his face, the breastplate, large wings, and various items attached to his weapon belt. Heading out to patrol and ending up in Milliways instead isn't exactly his cup of tea. Neither is being told, via napkin, that he's up for tender duty.

Ten minutes later, Carter's mace is lying innocently on the counter top, and he's behind it, still in uniform, with just one thing scribbled on the special's board:


Today's Special
Black Hawk
half off


He might tone down the surly. Maybe.

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[hecu_marine]

Shephard's never entirely happy when the Milliways door grabs him by surprise, but at least this time it grabbed him after he'd picked up his bow. Just his luck it locked behind him, too... well, these things happen. There's no point to getting into a froth about it.

He'll be back in later for his beer. Right now he's headed out back, bow in hand and three-legged alien dog full of eyeballs at his side. Mrs. Wilson hasn't had room to properly run lately, and he could do with some fresh meat to take the pressure off the supplies on board the Borealis.

Three-pup post -- men, outside, apart

[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting in front of the open forge door, scraping on something that is mostly pale and dusty at the moment. He's got a little table with knives and files and awls and little saws and the like, and lots of sandpaper, and some creamy-coloured rocks, as well as water and soft cloths and oils. For some reason, this work produces lots of soft white powder, which looks very odd on his black clothes and black hair.

Urquhart, on the other hand, is by the stables. He doesn't have a horse, but he feels that Franz the dog should be used to them, so he's taken a random horse, a chhestnut with a spotty rump, actually Teja's horse Bramble) out of its stable and is calmly walking it around the dog, who is not allowed to do anything apart from sit there and look at the horse. Following his master while Urquhart is riding will be next, but he should probably find a horse whose owner is known, and ask.

Donovan, lastly, is by the lake-shore, throwing pebbles and apparently not doing much of anything. Not doing much of anything feels actually quite good.-

He is wearing no shoes despite the early spring weather, and carrying a glass of some creamy fancy coffee drink from which he sometimes sips the foam.

Three-pup post -- ladies, inside, together

[source_fairy]

There are three ladies sitting around a table near the bar, having drinks, playing cards, and chatting. One of them is a rather obscure Gallo-Roman goddess of hot springs, healing, and stars, wearing tons of make-up, wildly coloured ends in her hair, stripey tights and a short black tulle skirt. A leather jacket is hanging over the back of her chair, and she's drinking a beer. There is a triumphant smile hiding in her eyes.

The second one is the Egyptian goddess of Justice, wearing a rather conservative early 21st century business suit, blue and pinstriped. Conservative, in this case, means covering the knee. She's even put up her hair. The one irregular thing is the feather pattern on her dark tights, and perhaps she is wearing a little bit too much black kohl around her eyes for the time she seems to come from. She is drinking strong, black coffee (very sweet) from a tiny cup, accompanied by a large glass of water. She is giggling. "Scat -- what a name for a game!"


"It's actually 'Skat' with a long 'A', and in Überwaldean, which is like Sirona's 'German', it doesn't mean anything funny or silly," declares the thirds lady. She is dark-haired and pale, neither very tall nor very striking, and wearing a frumpy pink jumper with little embroidered bats on. She is drinking cocoa. "And we play it almost exactly the same way Sirona explained it." Almost, because at some stage, a debate about different rules might come in handy. Any card table at which Lady Margolotta von Überwald is the least powerful being should give anybody a cause for worry.