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[howling_laugh]

Coyote finally comes back to the bar.

And yes, it looks a little different in Milliways. But as everyone should know, the way things seem on the surface isn't very important here.

Something big has changed. Milliways had been ripped one from reality and set down in another, and though it was stable now, new connections to many universes had been forged, and old ones broken. Beings like Coyote tend to be sensitive to that sort of thing.

Now, a lot of Coyote's power comes from belief. From people telling stories about tricksters. Spreading rumors. Even gossiping. And when you rip universes apart and shuffle them like a deck of cards, things get a little disordered. But when Coyote steps back into Milliways the first time after the allpocalypse, all those little bits of beliefloveragestrengthletmetellyouastory slam right back into place.
( Coyote staggers. )

It's an astonishing rush of power, and Coyote gasps, suddenly flush with possibilities. So many things that she hasn't been able to do for so long, and never thought that she would be able to do again. Bursting with confidence, Coyote takes a practiced, if shaky grip on this new power...

...and promptly turns into a rock.



[OOC: Feel free to react, but Coyote won't do much replying at the moment. She's currently sort of stuck. Though anyone who has been sensitive to her power in the past might find that rock suspicious at best.]

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[lilium_evansiae]

[OOM-but-not: I get to worry.]

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[hecu_marine]

There's a man in fatigues crouched on one of the tables with a water pistol in one hand and a coffee can in the other.

There is a reason for this.

When you have a whole fleet of three-legged multi-eyed blue-striped critters whose species hails from another dimension following you around because you managed to successfully raise their momma in captivity, it's your responsibility to see them housebroken. And while piddlin' and poopin' are relatively easy to deal with, these critters have a nasty sonic bark at full adult size. So learning not to bark without being told is also part of housebreaking. They're old enough to start learning, and the easiest way to teach them to quiet down is to startle the heck out of them every time they make an unacceptable noise. Which is why the seething mass of houndeyes all romping around nipping at each other and generally making a ruckus is periodically treated to the business end of a high-powered water pistol, or to the jarring clatter of a couple of pebbles being shaken in an empty coffee can.

The table part is because they're not quite up to jumping that far yet and Shephard really doesn't want his position overrun by puppies when he's trying to teach them discipline.

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[electro_kinetic]

There is a blue-haired mutant at one of the tables in Milliways today, hair cut short and cornrowed into a soft mohawk whose fringe lays just near her eyebrows as she works at the bunch of metal pieces in front of her with a frighteningly dayglo-yellow putty. It gets pressed into the metal and kneaded a bit once it comes off, as Noriko inspects it for the residues it's supposed to be removing.

Cleaning something that's an electric conductor is, at times, a royal and regular pain in the ass, but the invention of cleaning putty is a godsend. It limits the amount of time she has to spend with her arm strapped to a car battery.

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[janisthorn]

An exile wanders into the bar, carrying a loaded crossbow and wearing an animal skin that doesn't cover very much of her at all.

She has just bid farewell to a good friend and a great warrior whom she suspects will soon die in vain, so her mind is uncharacteristically elsewhere as she walks through the portal. It takes several seconds before she notices the change of lighting and the absence of foliage.

Leela blinks several times. Her eyes narrow as she hefts her crossbow to waist height and scans her environs.

"What is this place?" she demands of no one in particular.

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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede does not often wear blues--except today. He steps through the door barefoot, simple leather sandals hanging from his fingers, robed in deep, rich blue; the royal color of his house. His forearms are wrapped in leather, though his hands are bare save for the hammered metal rings all of Tros' sons wear.

For those that know him from much later in his timeline, he doesn't carry himself the same way; there's some essence of the god-touched that's missing. But there's definitely the aura of powerful royalty about him. He is the king's son, after all.

[OOC: An experiment! Ganymede is not rebooted here, just from a few thousand years earlier than usual in his timeline.]]

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[paragonsoldier]

They didn't arrest Shepard when she pulled the Normandy into dry dock at Vancouver yesterday. They didn't throw her in the brig. In fact, they put her up in officers' quarters. But she isn't permitted to leave said quarters without an escort, and is not allowed off-base at all.

Shepard's off-base in a major way right now, because she's sitting at a table by the Observation Window slowly working her way through a pot of mint tea.

[OOC: Spoilers for Mass Effect 3 likely to follow.]

Happy Hour!

[seat_five_girl]

Ako has found the fruit juice.

That may explain the common feature of tonight's Happy Hour offerings.

Specials
Frozen Cider(apple, lemon, orange)
Wavebender(ginger ale, orange, lemon, grenadine)
Yellowjacket(pineapple, orange, lemon)

"Happy Hour has started! Place your orders."

[OOC: And having both dozed in my chair and now woken up, we are now officially in slow time. New tags welcome while the post is on the front, but responses shall be more irregular.

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[cbucsrule]

( Moments earlier )

Deep breath, Sam, he tells himself. Your first mistake's gonna be your last.

Three.

Two.

One: the door gives him just a little resistance at first, but he's big and strong and wins the fight. Just about falls in, catches himself before that happens. Grabs his weapon.

And stops. For the longest minute he doesn't even breathe: his jaw drops open as he feels the door start to shut behind him. Frak, frak, frak: he's never seen this many of them in one place before. Or this many varieties. If he's quick about things, he'll be able to get the frak out of here before he's even noticed, and that... that would make him one lucky motherfrakker. He hoists his rifle with one hand, reaches behind for the doorknob with the other, gives it a tug.

Oh, frak him, it's locked.

Outside by the garden shed

[scots_wolf]

There is still a lot of damage in the garden, and after talking to Jane Austen about it, Urquhart feels like he really ought to help putting the garden in order.

So, he is outside, at the potting bench, planting seedlings in pots and filling seed boxes with potting soil prior to sowing herbs in them.

The dog is lying in the sun, dozing.

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta has her doubts about how this is going to work. What with the fact that there's a bomb exploding right outside her door.

But Teja assures her Atton will be able to make a shield, so she's at the bar with Molly, waiting to get back to her world.

It's been nearly two months. It's going to be strange...