OOM: Room 37, business as usual

[oneman_onevote]

[OOM: After this thread in which Puck makes the fine and logical decision to agree to a week without speaking, he goes upstairs to let Havelock know, and they have a sensible and mature one-sided conversation about the logistics of-

Oh wait, WTF is the narration saying, this is Puck and Havelock, of course they don't.]

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[27_53]

[OOMS: In which Skellig learns that Katya's methods for motivation have a definite flair for the dramatic, and in which Katya learns that turnabout is entirely fair play. However - she's not about to let him off that easily.

Warnings for...Others being Others, and the like.]

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[gavin62truck]

[OOM: Tommy and the 62 Truck crew encounter a memorable evacuee during a job.]

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[iambetadraconis]

Lunch hour at Milliways has Rabastan enjoying a plate of club sandwiches while a ball of wool and knitting needles sits waiting for him to pick them up and resume practise. And he's not practising as he's using the break to look over the photo album that inspired him to try knitting in the first place.

The Malfoy-Ausa photo album.

He smiles at the pictures. There's one of Cepheus, just hours old. Another of him out with his parents on a spring day. The next is an attempt to feed Cepheus solids while everyone laughs at the mess being made. Cepheus being held by Narcissa Malfoy. They'd all be wonderful scrapbook bait if he was intending to start one for little Cepheus [he probably will, someday].

He turns another page in the album. More pictures of little Cepheus with his mum and dad, his grandparents, and with the man now looking over the pictures.

He sighs. He'd intended to feel happy about Mia, Draco and Cepheus being a little family [and it did, initially], but all it's done is make him realise that he's nearly fifty and still has no wife or children of his own.

He sighs again, closing the album and grabs another sandwich off the plate.

"Merlin's greying beard I'm getting old..," he says sadly.

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[janisthorn]

Leela holds the crossbow steady, not letting the buck leave her sight. This is a strange beast - there are no animals with antlers like those in the forests of the Sevateem. But prey is prey, and she has hunted enough zels in the jungle clearings to be able to guess where its vital organs are. She gets a bead on the creature's midsection and pulls the trigger.

The bolt plows clean through the deer's chest and pierces its heart. The wounded beast stumbles forward behind a bush and out of Leela's sight. There is an audible thump about ten seconds later.

Leela stands up. She walks briskly in the direction of the deer. She knows she won't have to track it far.


OOC: Leela killed a deer! Um...hooray? There are three possible points at which you can start your threading to react to this fact.

First, you can be nearby wherever it is the deer falls and goes splat but slightly before Leela arrives.

Second, you happen upon the area when Leela has begun to field-dress the carcass.

Third (and most hilariously), you can notice her when she enters the bar proper carrying the carcass, looking for a nice, cool cellar to continue skinning it and otherwise preparing it for storage.

So yeah, needless to say, may contain squick.

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[renegadeheart]

It really hasn't been all that long since Marguerite was last here.

No, really. As far as she's concerned it's been a matter of days. Timelines are confusing things. So it's hardly surprising the bar isn't quite as she expected it - beyond the changes, it's been a long time here.

It clearly amuses the lady however. She turns around on the spot to look at the place again, a smile firmly in place as her light skirt dances around her.

And then, of course, to the bar.

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[orchidkaboom]

Amanda has never gotten a message on a napkin before. Amanda is wearing a lei and a flower behind her ear, and is looking at the specials board.

★ Specials!★ ★
20% off for:
Every umbrella you let me put in your drink!

Amanda has a book open to look up recipes, but has momentarily gotten distracted. She is doodling hibiscus in the corners of the board with red chalk. This should be fun!

[ooc: sleep! It prevents hallucinations!]

OOM, well, not quite.

[basic_powers]

Shortly after meeting Charles Xavier... ...Tyler admits he IS home.

tiny tag: Charles Xavier

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[ihavemyflaws]

First things first: a trip to the door. Which doesn't budge, although she's seen it work for other people.

And you know what? That's fine. That's what she expected. Because she fell into this place, and the day she gets home by opening a door she'll eat her frakking helmet. So instead of sitting around in her flightsuit, waiting for something that may or may not happen, why not stay comfortable and embrace the magic bar? There's still skepticism in her eyes when she walks over and takes a seat, but she gives the bar's surface a tap.

"Let's see what you've got." Gods, she feels like an idiot. "Give me whiskey, and line 'em up."

Like it's a Lords of Kobol-approved miracle, a row of three full shot glasses appear in front of her.

A smirk wants to tug at the corner of her mouth. She smothers the urge by downing the first shot.

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[itwasjustified]

[ oom: "Christ, Raylan, what the hell happened?"

"I wish I could say for sure." ]