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[electro_kinetic]

When Noriko next comes down to the bar proper, she's still got her hair in that mohawk, braids neat as ever even after sleeping on them a few times; the loose hair forming a solid blue strip down her scalp isn't as fluffy as it had been, and she keeps pushing it back until she accepts that it'll just keep falling. She stops at the bar for only a minute or two, expression blank, and casts a look at where her door ought to be and isn't.

She doesn't wait long to decide she'd be better served outside beating the stuffing out of the bag in the makeshift workout area, stripping down to gym shorts and a shirt that hides pretty much nothing, because Nori doesn't want material to bind up around her shoulders and arms when she's concentrating on killing the faces she's imagining plastered across the bag. Today is better than the last time she was in the bar, but it's still a long way from normal. She doubts things will be normal again for her, and she doesn't want to follow those thoughts to their conclusion, shaking her head.

Some things are just going to have to wait until she's probably near exhaustion, like finishing that mechanical engineering book the bar saved for her. She'll be inside reading it at some point, possibly trying to make notes. Catch her either place, and chances are better than last time that she'll actually hold a conversation with you.

HAPPY HOUR! Sam Axe/Burn Notice.

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam drags his butt through the door. He’s slightly hung over so when he makes his way to the bar for a glass of V8 he gets a napkin with a note. Walking behind the bar he puts on an apron and then blinks his eyes clear, before writing on the board.
 

Today’s Specials
Tell me a good hangover cure and all beer is half off.

 
Satisfied with that he then yawns and leans against the bar waiting as he sips his juice he’s really not hungover as much as just exhausted. These last two clients have been killer.

Thread hopping welcome, Sam really is a fun guy come chat him up if you will.


[ooc:yes I know I'm early but I have time and figure why not? All threads are before the Clem thread just saying.]

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[friend_of_lucy]

After the Witch's defeat, Tumnus had to relearn how to love Winter but not Autumn. As the air grows ever more chill in Narnia, he has many reasons to bake and fill his home and Cair Paravel with the smells of home.

Today he backs through the door while holding a plate of freshly baked ginger scones and laughs as he says, "At least no one has arrived for tea yet."

Then he finds a seat by the fire and orders some tea before looking around for friendly faces to share the scones with.

Obstacle course and Tavern

[death_gone_mad]

She has had enough of experimentation on Karkat's T-minus devices and the slayer gem network at home that she needed a break from the constant mental activity. It was for this reason she came to Milliways this time around; what better way to balance mental activity than with physical activity?

When she walks out the back door, she notices the chill in the air and wonders if she has successfully avoided Holloween. She really did not appreciate being put into a corset last year. Holloween is bad enough without Milliway's help. The chill and the wet from recent weather gives her pause, but then she goes right ahead to the obstacle course. She has to get used to operating in colder climes sometime, and what better place to practice than on the course she designed and built with help from some not quite human folks? There are courses back home, but here there won't be questions. At least from the wrong people.

So one place one might find "Sarah" is hard at work running through the most challenging circuits of the course, spinning sawblades, blunt projectiles, booby traps, and all. One might be lucky (or unlucky) enough to catch her falling. She isn't perfect after all.

Of course, this is hungry work, so one might also find her in the bar chowing down on seafood.

Why seafood?

Well, its a thing.
[OOC : tis late, so slow until tomorrow, but posted anyhow in anticipation of a lazy week :) ]

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[father_chris]

Father Christmas has observed that he's got a doppleganger. All the fun and none of the blooming paperwork, he reckons.

Right now, he's having a pint and going through letters.

"I think I need to have a television advert that says 'no live animals'." he mumbles to himself after quite a few letters. "How'm I supposed to get a bloomin' aardvark on the sleigh?"