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[makesthings]

Sameth has been caught up in work and many of his projects are actually working rather well. Ava's necklace is progressing, every time he fixes another Charter Stone, he gets better at it and it seems like people are starting to understand what a Wallmaker is. He still misses Kait but if he keeps busy than he doesn't think about her too much.

Today, he finds Milliways in the door to his room on his way to pack for his next trip to a Charter Stone and smiles, it feels like its been a while.

He walks over to the counter to order some lunch and continue with some sketches that have been in his head, while looking around to see if there's anyone he knows around.

Tiny tag: Sam Anders

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[seeswithhereyes]

Today, in a plush velvet chair in a dim corner of the bar, a pale young lady sits, a slight frown of concentration. To her left sits a small table, upon which is rests a half-eaten piece of chocolate cake, and an empty mug which, it would become clear upon investigating, once held hot chocolate.

In her lap is a book; not the eldritch tomes into which she is accustomed to delving these days, but some lighter fare, more suited to a little relaxation. In her hands is an arcane assortment of tiny pointy sticks - knitting needles - and from them hangs a lacy tube, in shades of grey.

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[vance_prime]

Out of Milliways:

The Greenbrier Resort Hotel has been the site of many weddings over the years. It's safe to say, however, it's never seen one quite like this.

Nor a reception quite like this one, either.

[Second thread still in progress and open for tags through the weekend.]

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[rabbitworthy]

A young, redheaded man in a white, military uniform opens the door to the bar and steps inside, whistling to himself. The slightly off-key tune trails off as he takes a look around himself.

"Well, this is...unexpected..."

Eyes wide, he takes a few more, tentative steps into the room.



[ooc: Darius is coming in pre-canon, while he's still training to be a Peacekeeper. He has not yet been assigned to District Twelve or met anyone from there.]

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[paragonsoldier]

Shepard's been trying to stave off cabin fever back home by training to keep her skills sharp. It helps, but not much. She's still restless and it feels like forever since she's been in space.

It recently occurred to her that there are people in Milliways who have spacecraft, or can at least get her on one for a while. She knows at least one of those people. Maybe she can find him, or some other friendly spacefarer, and get a deck under her feet again for a little while. Yes, Shepard knows it's kind of pathetic, but she needs to do something before she goes stir-crazy.

So, there's one Shepard at the bar drinking tea and looking out for spacers.

Reception, part deux

[vance_prime]

It's a warm, clear early summer evening behind Milliways. The perfect conditions for a party.

The clear patch of lawn between the back door and the lake is now filled with tables and chairs and festooned with flowers and crepe-paper streamers. A sign near the door proclaims:

Vance-Freeman
Wedding Reception
Potluck Supper

Come congratulate the happy couple or just mooch some free food.

[ooc: Open for new tags through Sunday night--possibly longer if enough people bug me for it. Standard partythreading rules apply.]

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[source_fairy]

Sirona hasn't been here since...

Oh yes, it had been Mardi Gras, and she had said to put all drinks on her tab, because she'd been celebrating and...

There had been an apocalypse here! And now everything looks almost normal again.

Sirona looks around, walks to the bar, and orders a macha chai latte. As it appears, she notices her tab flashing on the tab board as it goes up.

Notices it very distinctly. Oh. My. God!!

Exclamations like that are not helpful if you're a deity yourself and owe the bar a small fortune.

Sirona sips her drink (which is good!), and sighs.

Bartending and INTRO

[never_going_back]

Wait, what?

[A white blond girl, in the many, many layers that a proper Hoop girls wears, is staring at the Bar.]

[She sighs.] 

Rodice. Slappy sensayuma, this job.  I mean, the whole Zenade thing was not my fault. 

Fine.  This chiklette can take it.  [Halo nods.] And then I'll get Brinna that new sitdram, and you a replacement for that outfit you hurked all over.

Glad I was downwind of that!

Hoy!  [To anyone who walks in.]  Show the Mamcard or flash the cash.


[There's no specials because, whaddaya think this is? Some kind of fancy chop party?]

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[asynja]

Near the top of the list of the things Milliways isn't (or at least definitely very much on the list) is one of Asgard's arsenals, but that doesn't appear to have stopped Sif from doing some work on her weapons. While she's not carrying a sharpening wheel anymore, at least (it was around earlier in the week), she does have polishing equipment.

And is now sprawled on a couch polishing her spear. There's a shield, a sword and a couple-three throwing knives sitting nearby, on the floor. She's not dressed for battle but rather for work, in a loose tunic and trousers.

With sandals. Sif's either not very concerned with foot safety or is very, very confident about what she's doing considering she's using one of her feet for balance. At least the blade's nowhere near them.