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[sunbaked_baker]

(OOM: The Nighthouse)

The possibility that her own sudden need to get away might have called the door to Milliways to her doesn't even fog through. Rae enters from the dark, crowded parking lot with a hurried look back to make sure no one saw her, using her left hand to open and close the door.

Her right hand - her right arm - she holds bent close to her chest, as though half trying to hide it. The reason might be because it's slicked with thick, dark blood up to the elbow. The fact that it's leaving ugly smears on the pretty lavender shirt she's wearing doesn't seem to register. It doesn't matter.

What matters is this: to keep her breathing slow - in through the nose, out through the mouth. To keep herself from shaking so badly that she can't function. She refuses to let herself throw up, refuses to break down, and she refuses to let herself run. It's at a wavering but deliberately paced walk that she heads through the kitchen door, and over to the kitchen sink.

Where she proceeds to scrub the blood and probably the first two layers of skin off her right arm, under the hottest water she can stand.

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[the_lioness]

A few days have passed since Alanna dueled Dain of Melor.

For every pat on the back she gets in congratulations, someone whispers about her as she passes in the halls or shoots her strange looks across the palace courtyards.

Jon says she should take it as a compliment. She does, in so far as it doesn't exactly bother her, but mostly she remembers the feel of Lightning against Dain's throat and the way the sword stayed steady in her hand as Dain trembled.

It's harder to heal than it is to kill. The Mother knows why, but you've a gift for both.

When she does sleep, Alanna dreams she asks Maude to tell her more about what she meant. Maude looks at her with a mixture of pity and fear, and shakes her head no, pointing to her well-tended fire. Obeying, Alanna draws closer to the flames and sees the same image that has been replaying over and over in her head during her waking hours: the duel.

Tonight she opts for Milliways over attempting to rest. Faithful seems to know she wants some time alone and remains curled up on her bed, watching Alanna change out of her uniform into simple but clean breeches and shirt. Lightning, cleaned and polished to a shine it hasn't seen in years, is right where she wants it: strapped to her hip, in easy reach.

The bar is busy when Alanna arrives. She looks around for familiar faces she isn't sure she wants to find. Not immediately spotting any, she takes a seat at the bar and orders a lemonade. It's not the Dove's lemonade, but it's pretty good.

[OOC: I am throwing this up now because I promised to get a link to someone, but I probably only have about an hour before I'll need to go to slowtime. That said, slowtime is my BFF, and I'll be around again in the morning!]

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[lady_mary]

[oom: (no one wants to kiss) a girl in black]


[tiny tag: Lady Mary Crawley]

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[againsttherules]

Jack hasn't been to milliways since the Shindig.

This has nothing to do at all with the fact that his mun is busy revising for exams, and so has simply been fighting to do slowtimes and other stuff to a reasonable shedule, no sir!

Anyway, Jack's had exam prep of his own to be doing, so that's what he's been doing. Unfortunately, that has precluded any opportunities to return to the bar at the end of the universe. However, he's here now, taking the opportunity to get a cooked meal without having to brave the rain, or to cook it himself.

So, man with a raincoat hanging over the chair beside him, tucking into a large plate of chilli con carne.

[tinytag: Jack West Jr]

[ooc: Open for slowtimes until forever, will tag back in the morning]

Dry Happy Hour

[interrogoiterum]

Well, Renee admits to herself, it's probably about time for this.

So she doffs her hat, folds up her coat on a convenient shelf, and writes on the board::

Happy Hour Specials
Fire in the Sky
Sunset Island
Ginger beer

10% off for every question you answer.

She'll have a ginger beer herself while she's waiting.

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[balancingminds]

Charles is whistling a tune he heard somewhere and in the midst of a good day.

His advisor is happy with his work, his students are actually understanding things, though he hasn't seen Raven as much as he'd like.

That does happen sometimes when their lives get complicated and he doesn't think she's angry at him for anything.

When he gets to the counter, he orders a pint and twists his stool around to watch the Bar.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier
OOC: Charles is actively listening to the minds around him. Please include thoughts in your narration or if there are shields or other issues present, explain them as well. Thank you.
Also warning that I'm on vacation, which means there will be random slows but open until I say its not.