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[ex_doeswhatsright679]

A tall, plaid-clad figure shuffles in through the Door, stops, and then shakes his head before heading to the bar. He's been up for hours already; collecting eggs, milking cows, making sure there's enough hay in the fields and the water troughs are filled. Next up on the list are the horse stalls in the barn, but apparently that can wait.

Clark's coffee comes with a little chocolate cupcake, complete with candle, this morning. It gets a disgruntled scowl before he asks for a copy of the Planet, then walks everything over to an empty table. Just ignore the headlines about Lex's upcoming benefit for Metropolis victims of Dark Thursday. He is.

Botherable.



[ooc: open all weekend. expect slowtimes.]

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[no_vampires_plz]

Twilight didn't go home last night. Twilight didn't sleep last night. Who can sleep when there's art to be created?
(I'm not a fan of puppeteers)
Instead, she spent the entire night holed up in a room upstairs, sequencing beats and tweaking samples, pausing only to occasionally reenergize herself with an energy drink or two.
(but I've a nagging fear)
Now she's moved her deck down into the bar proper so she can share her new creations and their strangely intoxicating rhythms with the rest of the multiverse.
(someone else is pulling at the strings)
MC² is in the house, spinning tracks until the world ends and beyond. (Just don't ask where she got the horn-rimmed glasses.)

[ooc: Open until it scrolls, either for threading or just reactions to spread the viral music.]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Some days are better than others. This is not really one of them. There were raiders and a cut fence and several missing Brahmin this morning. Most of the Brahmin are back now.

Ellen stalks through the door with Dogmeat at her heels and heads straight out back; she doesn't return until she's washed him off, because people get really upset about dogs with that much blood in their fur. When she comes back in she has a few quiet words with the Bar and comes away with orange juice and a book on the making of leather, and another entitled Everything But The Moo: Offal, Fat, Bone, And All The Other Surprisingly Useful Parts. Oh, and pancakes, which get a look of complete non-recognition, but at least they seem to be edible.

This is not really Ellen's idea of a good way to start her day.



[tinytag: Jack West Jnr.]

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[gavin62truck]

[OOM: Tommy and his BFF discuss man feelings at the firehouse.]


[tag: Kenny "Lou" Shea]

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[margolotta]

There is a vampire lady by the fireplace. She is knitting, drinking cocoa, and not at all impressed with all the music that's around in the bar today.

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[areyoumyjolly]

There is a mermaid slouching prettily in a glass bathtub not far from the door to the outside. She's drinking something with rum and an umbrella in, and fascinated by all the music that's around in the bar today.

And there's always the danger that she might hum along...

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[all_er_nothin]

So, as part of his engagement, Will promised to build his young lady a house.

He's got his eye on some land (just waiting for the bank appointment) and is currently doodling how he's going to build it.

Around half way through he decides his first drawing is a bit ambitious, screws it up and starts again.

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[againsttherules]

Jack is rather frustrated as he enters milliways today.

The main cause for this is that half an hour ago, he left the exam hall having sat his first exam and twiddled his thumbs for the last ten minutes, and now he can think of at least five more paragraphs he could have added (or at least, outlined) in that time.

He's changed into training clothes since then, battered cargo trousers, and an old t-shirt being the current order of the day.

So, the first thing he does, is head outside and go for several laps round the lake.

By the time he returns to the bar proper, he's too exhausted to think of anything except the way his blood sugar levels are tanking, so he staggers up to the bar. Bar provides a pint of water before Jack says anything. When he's downed that in one, he orders a steak pie and another pint of water. They appear and he digs in.

[ooc: catch him outside or inside. He may be a bit short if you catch him before he's completely worn his body down, though.]

[tiny tag: Jack West Jr]