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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways: The Republic of Dave.]

Ellen stomps through the door in her dark green fatigues, Dogmeat at her heels. An overwhelming smell of Brahmin and fertilizer- so, more Brahmin, really- is cut off as she closes the door behind her. "I really hope Elder Lyons knows what he's doing," she mutters. "Bar? Could I please get a bottle of Nuka-Cola and something that Bill Guarnere would approve of to eat? It's been kind of a long day."

Bar obliges with... well, Ellen's not sure what's going on, but there's noodles and there's what appear to be lumps of ground meat and there's.... okay, the red sauce is a little outside her experience. As is the white stuff dusted over the top. Smells good, though.

Once she figures out what she's supposed to do with her first dish of spaghetti and meatballs she'll probably notice that the Bar's also given her a small, heavy object wrapped in a note saying 'a gift from Corazon'. That, however, can wait. Food first.

She's botherable, so go right ahead and laugh at her total inability to handle spaghetti. These things happen.

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[smallgayjew]

It seems to Posner like the time between getting his Oxford letter and the beginning of his first term there is going to drag on forever. It doesn't help that he has very little to occupy his time with other than work or that his mum has taken to calling him in to help her with anything she can.

He's rather glad Milliways has shown up today to rescue him from another day spent cleaning out the cupboard under the stairs.

Thus it is that he's a little dusty when he comes into the bar today and carrying a box of quite old books, most of which are not in English or any other language that Posner actually speaks fluently. He takes them to a table nearish the fire and starts sorting through them.

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[pushtheboatout]

Dakin has been reading through his vacation, with a vague feeling that he had to catch up to his peers by the time he got to Oxford. Milliways has helped with that--the extra time has made his long reading list much easier to deal with.

Right now, though, he's bored with books, and is just smoking and people-watching.

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[one_man_army]

Carl is sitting at a table near the bar with a damp washcloth and a first-aid kit, cleaning out a rather impressive wound on his right forearm. He's gotten the bleeding to stop -- for the most part, anyway -- and is now working on getting set to suture the cut closed.

He doesn't seem bothered by the prospect either. He's dealt with worse on his own many times before.

He's got a bottle of water sitting beside him, half gone. He's botherable, as long as you don't mind the DIY doctoring going on.

deck the halls with oh dear god what is that thing

[nepetaleijon]

It is an ancient troll tradition -- one of the few that doesn't involve murdering each other -- to gather behemoth leavings at the turn of the sweep, to celebrate the end of an old year and the start of a new one. The Milliways trolls have divided the tasks between them; Karkat and Kanaya hunting a behemoth leaving, and Nepeta agreeing to stay behind and hunt for materials to decorate it.

Maybe Nepeta's hunt wasn't as dramatic as Karkat and Kanaya's -- and oh, is she ever going to paint that story -- but it was definitely as successful, and she's had some time in her cave to put some of her findings together into proper Twelfth Perigee's Eve decorations. Not all of them, though, which is why when she enters the bar by way of the rear door, she is carrying an enormous heap of assorted ... stuff. Strips of furry and scaly hide, feathers in bunches, things that might be claws, a few evergreen branches, and quite a lot of less identifiable things. Captchaloguing all of this might have been smart, but she's not sure she could find it all again.

Meanwhile Karkat has finished nailing the antlers they brought back to a crosspiece (accomplished while Kanaya was messaging Nepeta to come) and is now putting on the first round of decorations; he is (trying to) top each projection of the antlers with a candle. Since the antlers are twice as long as he is tall and a little higher than the top of his head, he may need the box Kanaya's holding off to one side patiently, waiting for him to give up. Periodically he equips his megaphone and invites the bar proper to an exceedingly multicultural fucking experience.

Anyone want to come have one? Drape a few chains of bird claws or demon bunny teeth over the antlers, or use the crayons and paper to make some slightly more human-friendly decorations. Or feel free to just stand there. And watch.