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[queenofmay]

The problem with saying something is 'a story maybe better had after you've rested,' is that tomorrow likes to come and exist at you after you've said it. Especially if you are Bound, and the portrait to your second employment is missing some card playing canines, and you want to see the person in question, to confirm they are alive. Again.

Leaving you the option to wait, or try to convince yourself of outdoor tasks, that either are or aren't yours anymore anyway. Except that to follow through on it, means to give in. But more gallingly it gets in the way of the greater impetuous toward seeing the proof of life, the newest steps of a strange new dawn.




After far too much contemplation, and a morning security shift, helping to set even more of the bar and its people and the endless rooms to rights, lunch time finds Marian sitting at a table with a plate of sandwiches, two cups of tea (one, full, in front of her and one, empty and near but not quite, in front of an empty chair), and a book.



She never did run away well.


[Plot-locked to Caspian]

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[claudiometer]

There's a Tesla coil on the target range.
--No, no, don't panic, it's not there in the same mysterious manner the unexploded nuke was. It's also smallish as Tesla coils go, but that's partly because Claudia didn't want to overtax Bar (she just got back in business, after all) and partly because she had to haul the thing out to the target range herself.
Still, smallish as it is, it should work fine for what she needs - and what she needs is a proof of concept.
She turns the coil on and sets the Tesla she's been working on to a lower setting - not one they use in the field a lot, but one that gets two or three shots off in normal circumstances. Once the coil's booted up, she fires off the shots as quickly as she can, given that Teslas have a hell of a kick to them.

...So yeah, that's a fair bit of lightning goin' on there.

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[imnotsodelicate]

"- this isn't the library." The girl who says those words is standing at the front door, clutching a heavy, leather-bound book to her chest. She's a pretty girl, with flowing chestnut hair, bright green eyes, and she's dressed plainly; brown skirt, brown bodice, white blouse underneath. Plainly, but the cotton of her clothes is of high quality, and her light, throaty voice is unmistakably cultured. It also, if one knows Tortall, has a Lakes region accent.

The girl is looking both confused and wary. Wary, because behind her is the City of the Gods, and goodness knows that the boys there who being trained in magic know how to pull pranks. Only...this doesn't seem like a prank.

It...it looks a tavern. Maybe. Not that she's been to one, of course, but it still...It has a tavern-ish air.

Delia of Eldorne slowly inches her way forward, still looking very confused.

[OoC: Delia has been rebooted, and is now nearly sixteen. If any characters that tag remember her from her previous run, please don't tell her. Any questions, just drop me a PM or ping me. :)]

happy hour

[hadyougoing]

Ava looks like she's had more restful weeks, frankly. And for a lot of reasons, this is true. (Some of those reasons are named Riley Justin Poole.)

Nevertheless, she is behind the bar, showered and generally pleasant and wearing a loose-fitting linen shirt of a completely un-bloodstained white. Those of the Old Kingdom or other such medieval fantasy worlds will likely find the style recognizable.

There's even a specials board.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS

Vodka + whatever I can find
Wine, various bottles
Zima

(Cut me some slack, this place is still a mess.)

50% off for anybody who can help me get something to Riley Poole, OR tell me if Hermione is alive.

Don't forget to tip your bartender! =)

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[alertcommando]

You know, the worst thing about time travel is how it's incredibly easy to screw up and change something you did not mean to.

Like so.

The door opens to admit a blond woman who is both strikingly familiar and a complete stranger dressed and armed much like someone they knew, while being a totally different person.

At first sight at least.

Anyway, there she is, looking around confusedly, obviously not being where she expected to be. "Wild."



[ Tanya all rebooted for Red Alert 3 canon, all tags more than welcome. ]

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[nita_callahan]

[OOM: And that's how Nita missed the Apocalypse.]

After Nita's last few weeks, she figures she deserves a drink.

The last thing she's expecting is to open up her manual to pull up the Milliways coordinates for a translocation circle, and finding them completely different from the last time she looked. Those are the kinds of changes you want to be careful about -- but they look legit, so she plugs them into her circle, makes sure her life-support wizardries are on tap, and goes.

She appears by the front door of Milliways with a whump of displaced air, steadies herself, and looks around.

". . . Holy crap, what happened here?"