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guppy_sandhu[oom: Millitimed around the Wereweiner events, but approximately to Sept 1st, Guppy takes Fry to his first day of school.]
Aug. 30th, 2011
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Aug. 30th, 2011 02:42 pmnumbered_doctorWith work done for the day, and Thirteen looking to unwind, the young doctor finds herself in Milliways this evening.
So, armed with a book and a plate of fried paradoxes, she takes up residence in one of the Bar's many couches and alternates between reading, and people-watching as she lounges.
Botherable.
So, armed with a book and a plate of fried paradoxes, she takes up residence in one of the Bar's many couches and alternates between reading, and people-watching as she lounges.
Botherable.
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Aug. 30th, 2011 04:20 pmdeath_gone_madSarah, or whatever her real name is, is sitting at a table with an assortment of hotdogs, wursts, sausages, and kielbasa before her. She does not have a competitive eating contest in mind, though. She does not want to give anyone the idea that she has any title such as THE DEVOURER to defend.
Nope. This is not the goddess of death and destruction. You will have to look elsewhere.
Also before her are several dissection kits. Her attention at the moment is devoted to a salami that has been pinned down and cut open. It is not like she hasn't ever seen such processed food before... but, she has her reasons to do what she does.
Nope. This is not the goddess of death and destruction. You will have to look elsewhere.
Also before her are several dissection kits. Her attention at the moment is devoted to a salami that has been pinned down and cut open. It is not like she hasn't ever seen such processed food before... but, she has her reasons to do what she does.
Bartending!
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52-dropoff.livejournal.comWas it his idea, or Sallie's? He isn't sure, but it's a good idea. Bartending will be something new for him, and he could use that. And never mind that his knowledge of alcoholic beverages begins with beer and ends with his years of being a zen teetotaler.
Luckily, he finds some sort of e-book. Easily sortable. Lightweight.
THE BARTENDER IS IN
Stump the tender and your drink is half off
Yes, using a book is cheating. But it will be a lot more manageable as well. And he'll learn all about drinks that way.
Luckily, he finds some sort of e-book. Easily sortable. Lightweight.
Stump the tender and your drink is half off
Yes, using a book is cheating. But it will be a lot more manageable as well. And he'll learn all about drinks that way.
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Aug. 30th, 2011 07:02 pmwantedmanPRE-ENTRANCE #2
[ REBOOT SEQUENCE INITIATED ]
The door opens to the sound of glass shattering somewhere nearby; the man who enters blinks to protect his vision against the bright lights of the bar.
Momentarily blinded, he shields his eyes with a hand as a dog -- a dusty Border Collie looking thing -- runs in behind him, circling around its master (is he?) before flopping down on the floorboards.
The man lowers his hand and surveys the barroom with steel-eyed concentration, the lack of emotion on his face acting as a mask of sorts, giving him a moment to attempt to figure out just where he is.
He doesn't remember this place.
(But then again, he doesn't remember anything, so that's not a surprise.)
Moving into the room, he makes his way towards the counter. He might as well get a drink.
[First entrance. Post is open, but please, if your pup would have the ability to tell the man his name, refrain? It wouldn't do to spoil him for his own canon. See userinfo for description.]
The door opens to the sound of glass shattering somewhere nearby; the man who enters blinks to protect his vision against the bright lights of the bar.
Momentarily blinded, he shields his eyes with a hand as a dog -- a dusty Border Collie looking thing -- runs in behind him, circling around its master (is he?) before flopping down on the floorboards.
The man lowers his hand and surveys the barroom with steel-eyed concentration, the lack of emotion on his face acting as a mask of sorts, giving him a moment to attempt to figure out just where he is.
He doesn't remember this place.
(But then again, he doesn't remember anything, so that's not a surprise.)
Moving into the room, he makes his way towards the counter. He might as well get a drink.
[First entrance. Post is open, but please, if your pup would have the ability to tell the man his name, refrain? It wouldn't do to spoil him for his own canon. See userinfo for description.]
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Aug. 30th, 2011 09:00 pmguppy_sandhuAfter catching his finger on something last night, Guppy's hand has been... itchy. And his door has apparently disappeared, which is rather rude of it.
He's currently in a booth, peering at his hand again. He peers closer. Looks like there's some sort of rash coming off it now. Great, probably caught it on something he's allergic to. He rolls his sleeve up and examines the little red spots. Glaring at his arm, he gets up and goes to the infirmary to find antihistamines and cream for it.
Some time later, having had little success with either, he's in a booth, experimentally dabbing mayonnaise on the rash. He's not entirely sure why, but it feels a little better.
He's currently in a booth, peering at his hand again. He peers closer. Looks like there's some sort of rash coming off it now. Great, probably caught it on something he's allergic to. He rolls his sleeve up and examines the little red spots. Glaring at his arm, he gets up and goes to the infirmary to find antihistamines and cream for it.
Some time later, having had little success with either, he's in a booth, experimentally dabbing mayonnaise on the rash. He's not entirely sure why, but it feels a little better.
