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[brutalcareer]

Cato moves from upstairs. His feet dragging due to sleep deprivation. The nightmares have already started and there is sweat on his face. He moves over to Bar and orders some lamb stew. He is slowly finding his appetite as he takes a few bites.

Entrance the First

[always_the_moon]

The front door opens, and night itself walks in on four silver-shod hooves.

It takes the form of a slender, indigo-colored mare, with a spiraling horn on her forehead and dusky wings folded across her back. A thousand stars twinkle in her mane and tail, which move as if blown by some unseen wind. Her flank bears the mark of the crescent moon, as do her ebony crown and necklace.

Her form may be unusual, but her bearing is unmistakeable. She is a princess--more than that, a goddess, though that word is rarely, if ever, used in her native land--and carries herself accordingly.

She doesn't carry herself far, however, before drawing up short and looking around in confusion and alarm.

"What is the meaning of this?!" she bellows in a voice that rattles the floorboards and blows napkins off of nearby tables. "How came this tavern to be in Our royal apartments? Thy Princess demands an explanation!"

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[alsoagreengrass]

[OOM: "You're lucky I like you so much."]

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[bloodyvirgo]

OOM: And I see a darkness.
(Did you know how much I love you?)

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[1nv1nc1ble]

[OOM: Eight years ago, a father gives the Talk to his son. It's probably a little different than the one you had with your parents.]

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[seeswithhereyes]

The sky smells like water and the air tastes like steel
If you were a storm, this is how you would feel
Still and dark all night
With great flashes of light

OOM: > Rose: Go dark.

((ooc: read, and then highlight for maximum experience.))

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[a1enzo]

Enzo has his guitar.

Some might consider this a bit perverse at the moment, but really, it's more a matter of getting back on the horse. Anyway, it's nice to be able to enjoy music again without having to worry about its effects.

He's sitting on a table near the piano, and a window hovering near him proclaims this to be the TOTALLY NORMAL, SAFE, NON-VIRAL MUSIC CORNER. Join him, won't you?


{tinytag: Artemis Crock}

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[jack_inthegreen]

[OOM: To bury grief, plant a seed.]

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[calmhrtprevails]

For many, many years, no one knew the source of the supermutants that ravaged the Capital Wasteland and carried off its people.

Last year, two humans entered that source and came back alive.

This year, two not-quite humans went in... and left behind them only fire.

They've returned to the Bar now, their task accomplished. It's been a long day, and by Fawkes' reckoning, one that went rather well.

[EP and OOM for Fawkes and Teresa of the Faint Smile. Tag as you like, just let us know who you're tagging. Thank you!]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, feeling deeply rueful.

What had he done? What had the music done with him, and through him?

Each thing he remembers makes him sigh.-

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[flip_the_lights]

Since hearing of how the bar restructured itself after the collapse, Walter's enthusiasm for everything Milliways-related has returned full force. In fact, it returned enough for Olivia to demonstrate a piece of technology Nepeta helped her set up some time ago.

She's now at a table with a pile of paperwork and a large jug of...some kind of juice. There are, emphatically, no seeds in it whatsoever.

(Olivia also poured a small glass for herself while leafing through the latest casefile. She has to admit: it does taste pretty good.)