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[fallsinplace]

The Bar takes Domino by surprise, as always. She pads through the door barefoot in her pajamas, her hair wrapped up in a purple towel. She curses, putting her hand against her forehead for a minute as memories of the bar return.

She shakes her head a little, and readjusts the purple towel turban. "Well, at least I bothered to put on my pajamas." Said pajamas are a pair of men's flannel pants in a red plaid print, and a loose grey t-shirt proclaiming itself to be from Generic University. It also says "Go fighting Mascots!"

Domino takes a seat at a table, rubbing her hair dry as she reabsorbs all the experiences she's had in the Bar. Then, she waves down a waitrat and asks for a beer, "To get my mouth to stop tasting like a sewer."

She leans back as she waits, grumbling about how bad Cable is at planning dates.

Boxing week special!

[seat_five_girl]

So Ako left things until the last minute: They weren't there for Christmas morning, but they were dropped off with Bar-san before the day had ended.

Ako is down in the main bar area playing with her Christmas present from Karkat-san. Right now, that means making a water pistol appear and disappear from her right hand.

Having a sylladex is pretty darn cool!

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[almosthonorable]

[ oom: oh Lord, it's so bad
it's so bad when you're living in the devil's playground ]

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[itwasjustified]

[ timed to the day after this entrance ]

This bug gore is nasty.

A scraped and bruised deputy U.S. marshal has been scrubbing at his borrowed armor for the past hour, to little avail, in a booth along one wall.

He's determined to restore the suit to its previous condition before he turns it back over to Ellen, so he approaches the counter with grimy hands and a half-hopeful heart.

"Bar," he says, "there has got to be something that can get this stuff off."

A bottle, a fresh rag, and a clean bowl of water appear.

He lifts an eyebrow.

"Goo Gone?" He shifts his weight, still obviously favoring one side, thanks to yesterday's battle. "No shit?"

A napkin appears next to the bottle.

"I'm sorry. That was unbecoming."

A jar appears next, partially filled with an assortment of coins and bills from all ends of the multiverse.

"A swear jar," Raylan says, his voice flat. "Nice."

He doesn't push his luck too much, though, lest the Goo Gone disappear; he digs into his pocket, wincing at the pull of scraped skin along the back of his hand.

He deposits a smattering of loose change, and the jar winks out of existence, soon replaced by a steaming cup of coffee.

Raylan smiles, despite his split lower lip.

"Thank you."





[ ooc: open forever! or, y'know, till his next ep. ]

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[scurlock]

[oom: february 1884, dakota territory]

At least Bar was nice enough to route him through the wood on this entrance to the end of the universe; as the surrounding trees switch from the Dakota territory to someplace much greener, he realizes he's headed for the lakeside.

(He's grateful he didn't have to take Nova through the barroom proper. Very grateful for that.)

Doc gets the horse settled into a clean stall out in the stables, checks in on the other charges, and gathers his saddlebags over one arm. He's interested in getting the mud off of his boots and a meal into his system before finding his way upstairs to sleep. The dull ache between his shoulder blades is a constant reminder that he should probably stop by the infirmary, too -- but that can wait until after some of Bar's cornbread and chili.

He removes his hat as he steps in through the back door, allowing his eyes to adjust to the lighting as he kicks the snow off of his boots onto the mat.

(And he's checking the bar for familiar or unfamiliar faces, too. The weight of his gunbelt at his hips is a comfort after being gone from this place so long.)


[open 'til his next ep.]

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[basic_powers]

So there are nights that show up, when you're Bound for an indeterminate amount of time, the old familiar nightmares start. After the ovaltine and journaling, Tyler still couldn't get himself to go back to sleep. Which is why he's down in the gym at this time of night.

He figures if he does enough kenpo katas, sword katas, and parkour practice on the balance beam that's about a foot off of the floor, he'll wear himself out for a good night's sleep. So for the moment Tyler's practicing vaults and under passes on the balance beam, since those are easily done solo... And as his uncle Ray..he's not going to run away if good company shows up.

{open till it scrolls folks!}

Shaking some rust off

[waco_jim]

Jim has decided to head over to the firing range to see if he still has it.  There's an assortment of cardboard cutouts of bandits, Klansmen, Nazi stormtroopers, rapists, and lawyers.  At the center, there are two full color photographs. One of them is a picture of a nefarious mustachioed creep. The other one is of Hedley Lamarr. Most of them have been rigged up mechanically to move from side to side.

He's taken a few shots already.  Right now he's re-loading.

Botherable.