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[not_his_pa]

William doesn't have any shoes on and looks pale as he enters through the Front Door and sighs. This wasn't where he meant to go and he shivers as he heads towards the fire.

Sleeping through the day helped and he knows he'll be better soon, he'll just rest a little more here.

By the time he gets home, he'll healthier and his mother won't worry. There's a blanket on one of the couches near the fire and he pulls it around him and looks at the fire.

(OOC: As I put it up late, open until it scrolls.)

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[hecu_marine]

[Upstairs: Order 47.]

Shephard's been busy upstairs, and he's going to be busy for a good portion of today- there are maps to be gone over and forces to be arrayed and all kinds of preparations to be made for the inevitable trip to Mongolia- but just for the moment he's got something of a tradition to uphold. "Hey, Bar?" he says. "Anyone comes lookin' for me for some reason, I'mma be outside, all right? Got me a unit run to do."

The Bar, despite being a piece of wood with no actual face to speak of, contrives to look skeptical.

"Might not be anybody else in it, but I'm still here and it ain't been disbanded, so HECU still exists," Shephard says, unperturbed. "It qualifies."

The air of skepticism fades, in favor of something a little more like resignation.

"Attagirl." Shephard grins crookedly and pats the bartop. "You just make sure'n have a proper cake waitin' when I get back, okay?"

He doesn't wait to see the response, but heads for the back door instead. Anybody who wants to catch him out on his extended run today, be our guest; or you can talk to him when he gets back inside. Either one works.



[OOC: Open until it scrolls off the page!]

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[ofthefamily]

Carlisle's in the bar more accidentally today than anything else. He'd been getting dressed at home for a board meeting at the hospital in a couple of hours, so he enters in a navy blue suit and deep burgundy tie.

Very trendy, Alice might say.

Since he has some time to himself, Carlisle ducks in the infirmary for a moment to check in on things. Afterwards he finds himself a seat at the bar. You can probably catch him either place.

[ooc: I'm here til about 10 est, but a little slow.]

It's cold outside!!

[areyoumyjolly]

Today, it's finally quite cold outside. Tamara, used to the occasionally choppy seas but almost permanent warmth of her Caribbean home, is shocked when she surfaces.

The air is so cold, it bites! There is a slight wind, but it makes her shiver and draw up her shoulder at the slightest touch.

She dives, surfaces again, and shivers dramatically.-

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Teja, on the other hand, has never liked the cold; so as the first frost of late autumn now touches the outside of Milliways, he finds the warmly lined cloak and the warm socks that he was given in his first winter here, and ventures outside towards the forge, which will provide warmth. He does notice the mermaid on the lake, of course. She seems miserable to the point of incredulity.

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Teja decides to open another window of the forge and keep an eye on the lake, to see if she poses a thread to any incautious young man.

It creates a draught in the forge, however -- the fire burns more lustily yet less hotly, and the cats huddle in a draft-free corner as Teja works, some of his attention always outside, spears at the ready in case a man's life would be endangered.-



[[OOC: Two-pup post; say in your tag who you like! Teja's part is a forge post where everybody is ready for rubbernecking or commissioning work; as he is keeping an eye on Tamara, there is a built-in get-out clause in case any interaction grows dangerous.]]

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[vance_prime]

It's been One Of Those Days, back home. You know the ones we mean--the ones where everything goes wrong. Even the little mundane things that don't really matter, just to add insult to injury.

Alyx doesn't want to talk about it. She just trudges up to the bar and hefts herself onto a stool. "Chicory coffee," she mumbles. "And if you've got something to take my mind off this miserable day."

The mug of chicory appears, as does... is that a catalog? It is. With a model in a... very interesting dress on the front.

As Alyx thumbs through the catalog, her sour expression melts away, to be replaced with... well, she seems to be caught somewhere between shock, confusion, and hysterical laughter.

It's certainly keeping her mind off her troubles, at least.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls! If you can find any more blogs of weird and awful wedding attire, feel free to shoot me a link.]