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[not-yourproblem.livejournal.com]

Mycroft Holmes is a simple man with simple needs.

Today, he needs to make someone disappear from the face of the planet forever. We won't go into just why.


He's currently mulling over the best way to make this particular idiot vanish over a glass of Scotch that he knows he's not supposed to have. Knowing that he's not supposed to have it makes it all the better.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[OOM: And you thought *your* subway tunnels were bad.]

Well, they managed; M.A.R.Go.T. reported that the ghoul invasion of the Presidential metro tunnels was completely ended, and that maintenance had resumed on the line. The tunnels were clear all the way to Adams. Ellen had made sure Dinah and Ben got the decontamination they both needed to be safe and brought them back to the Bar, and then turned around and went right back with Fawkes and Dogmeat to finish mapping the route. The Brotherhood needed full data, after all. Paladin Tristan was very, very pleased indeed to pull the maps from her Pip-Boy, and said there would be more than just a commendation waiting for her in the morning.

Ellen's not sure what to expect from a statement like that, so she and Dogmeat are in the Bar today as she quietly tries to field-strip and fine-tune her plasma rifle without thinking too much about what lies ahead.

She could be bothered.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

When the door opens for Steph this time she is framed against the background of a busy street in Nairobi, instead of the quiet villages she's been in.  She looks frazzled and tired and sore. And when she looks up and it's the bar, not the hotel lobby she expected, she looks very pleased.

"Finally.  I missed you," she informs the gleaming countertop, when she makes her way over, limping a little more than usual.  

A napkin. 

"... aw, man, you need to sleep now? But I just got here." 

Napkin.

"It wasn't my idea to turn up here this late," Steph says, scowling a little. "You could have napped earlier." 

No, apparently, Bar couldn't. The napkin is very insistent. Steph sighs.

"Fine.  Don't feel like cocktails, though." 

This is apparently not something Bar cares about in the slightest. 

Happy  Hour: Everything's On Sale.
(Discounts at the bartender's discretion.  So be nice.)

Ult. Ben Grimm - OOM

[unbreakableben]

[OOM: Confined to quarters, Ben faces his darkest hour.

All my life I've been searching for somethin'
Somethin' never comes, never leads to nuthin'
Nothin' satisfies, but I'm gettin' close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
~Foo Fighters, All My Life

[[OOC- Warnings for attempted suicide, nothing graphic but it's there.]

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[theresnodoor]

The last week has been... difficult. Which is more of a running theme than Rachel would like to admit.

Passing the hours is harder. Sleep isn't as easy, when it comes at all. The idea of talking to someone is laughable - she can hardly put words to it in her own head. And trying, the emotions and reactions that brings, is something she'd rather avoid.

So Rachel trains - gymnastics and the punching bag outside. She uses up her energy until all she wants to do after is fall over and sleep. And if sleep doesn't come, there's always something else to work on. Usually.

But it's getting better. The more time that passes between the trigger and the present, it gets better.

She's outside in the afternoon, which may or may not be something of a surprise. Light and warm and beautiful, people outside to watch her hit the punching bag to X's instructions - and she knows she's putting on a pathetic show.

But bright and crowded is better than dark and empty.

Some days.

Ult. Ben Grimm - OOM

[unbreakableben]

[OOM: Ben falls a little farther before catching himself.
Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace

But I can only see myself

Skating around the truth who I am

But I know the Ice is getting thin

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
~Tori Amos]

[[OOC: Warnings for attempted suicide and domestic violence.]]

Ult. Ben Grimm - OOM

[unbreakableben]

[OOM: Ben makes a new friend.
I, I'm a little divided

Should I stay or run away

Leave it all behind

It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again
~Foo Fighters

[[OOC-No warnings except for a couple of friendly beers. I just can't end the day with Ben sad.]]

happy hour

[likesthecoat]

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
PIMM'S CUP
GIN AND TONIC
ICED MEXICAN LATTE

COFFEE
ANY WAY YOU LIKE IT
LATTE ART AVAILABLE ON REQUEST

Must be the teaboy on duty tonight.

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[ostro_goth]

It is late in the day.

Teja has made sure that his note is still there -- for this night as it was for the night before, and the one before, and all the full moons of the year before that.

He has a goblet of wine, watching by the window as the evening is growing dark.

Milliversary Post

[mogget_cat]

"Really?"

As there so often is, there's an albino young man at the bar, tonight. He's laughing, amused by the... cake that has appeared on the counter. It has a candle on it, a wax seven, burning sedately.

"A crab cake with salmon mousse for icing? Truly?"

But his incredulity can't last long - not with that much tastiness there for the taking.

"You're either the best or the worst, Bar," he says, leaning down to place a light kiss on the polished surface, a peck to the cheek of a friend. When an answering napkin appears, he laughs again. "Yes, you're probably right. Both."


(ooc: Seven years ago, a not'cat found his way into the bar, and an online community full of wonderful people found its way into my heart. It's been a wonderful seven years. I honestly cannot imagine what my life would be like without all of you. Though the words are flimsy and not nearly enough: thank you, for everything.)