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[claudiometer]

So. The bar's falling apart, food service is unreliable at best, everything's gone translucent (how very Back to the Future)... and Claudia's door check this morning gave her a different place that isn't the Warehouse.
Since she's got nothing better to do, she's in the garage (and very glad she got the El Camino out before... what, did the bar have an earthquake or something? it's pretty chaotic, but there's still room to work, at least), having her first thorough look at the bridge device. Never tell Claudia Donovan something's broken beyond repair; she'll find a way.
(She's blasting music again, but she's taken most of the Led Zeppelin off, mostly because the ones she likes are the ones that'd give Elrond a headache.)

(OOC: Subject to slowtime today, but open until the Allpocalypse hits.)

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[the_gene_genie]

Gene comes in having (for him) once again only just left. He throws his hands up in frustration...and then notices the state of the place. What the bloody hell's been going on? He was just here, and it was Christmas, and everything looked fine.

The next thing that hits is how wrong everything feels. The bar always makes him feel uncomfortable at some low, unspecified level but this is something else. This is enough to make him turn around and snatch for the door handle immediately, and he's a man who doesn't run from anything.

The door's not there.

'Shit.'

He strides to the bar. There's a note waiting.

'...if I do this for you, you'll make sure I can leave right after?'

Another note in the affirmative, and Bar shuts herself off quicker than he can blink.

SPECIALS

Doesn't look much like it matters, does it? But half off for anyone who can tell me what the hell's going on.

He looks nervier than usual but he's behind the bar nonetheless, and staring openly at the weird crystal-thing hanging there.

'It's open.'

[OOC: Last Milliways LJ post from me/Gene! This is the 80s version, and after this he'll be gone until Easter, most likely. Post open all weekend though, and I'll be here for the next twelve hours, with only occasional slowtime. All welcome! :)

Past 2am, and that's my cue. Will pick up slows tomorrow, and thanks for tagging, everyone! Muchos fun. :D]

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[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

So this is it. The end. The final crisis, so to speak.

Charlie isn't sure how he feels. It's not the first time he's faced death - or whatever you would call it when death comes in installments. But it's not like the others. The first time was sudden, and temporary. The second was slow, and by the time his body gave out, his mind was long gone in a morphine haze. This time? This time, he's hale and hearty and reality is sick. How do you cope with that?

He's up in the rafters, looking down on steadily increasing chaos. It can't be much longer now. He wonders if he'll get to say goodbye to Renee (again). Or to Helena. Or to Sallie.

But at least, if nothing else, he's enjoyed the ride and can accept that it's time to go.

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[death_gone_mad]

There must be something wrong with the time loop Milliways is in. Things are appearing on the other side of the observation window that weren't there in previous loops. It may be that they are appearing in every loop subsequent, but that would make the window awfully crowded by now, wouldn't it?

Maybe the time loop is totally busted and Milliways just can't keep avoiding the end anymore.

Either way, nothing new or noticeable appears in the window.
( Well, not noticeable unless you are a physicist, astronomer, or perhaps a certain sort of interstellar traveler. )

multiple pups incoming!

[song_tra_bong]

Natalie took one look at the unexploded ordinance out back, and turned right the hell around. She's got slightly less than no idea what the hell is going on here, but she has her service pistol on her and a few more weapons (mostly Covenant-issue, mostly with a little of their former owners spattered on them) in a cache upstairs. For now, she's just going to sit here and enjoy her beer. (Even if it's not the brand she asked for; she's pretty sure it's not even Human--the buxom barmaid on the label has tentacles.)

Artemis tried to bring one of her hounds with her today, but Tanis drew up short on the threshold and refused to budge, snarling up a storm. Artemis let her stay behind, but not before retrieving her bow and arrows. They're propped up in the corner of her booth, while she sips from her flask. Nothing wrong with being prepared.

And, last but not least:

Mary Anne freezes two steps in the door. "What the fuck, you guys? I leave you people alone for five minutes..."


[ooc: AAAND WE ARE PAUSED FOR MUN!SLEEP. POST STILL OPEN.]