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[boston_bruiser]

This is not Voodoo’s idea of a fun night.

Part of it’s because his hamstring has yet to fully heal and he’s still limping around and holding onto whatever can grab for balance.

But mostly it’s because he’s talked himself into doing something incredibly masochistic.

It’d started innocently enough – an idle conversation with Alyx, he’s forgotten what about – but it’d escalated, and before he knew it she had presented him with a Dare.

He was to take care of the twins for the evening.

No firearms. No alcohol. No profanity. None. Zip, zero, nada.

He’d agreed. Comprehension followed exactly two-point-seven seconds later.

So there is one SEAL in combat gear (sans pistol, sans machine gun) seated on the couch, seeing to the Vance-Freeman twins.

It’s been fifteen minutes. Already he’s wondering if he can sneak in a shot of Jack Daniels.

[tinytag: Tommy Gavin, Skitch]

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[lady_bols]

[

When the rain is blowin' in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you - feel my love

.

]

Series Three, prologue & Episode 1 of Ashes To Ashes
Lyrics by Bob Dylan

A fool and his friend walk into a bar.

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool ambles in and he's not alone this time.

In his pocket the head of a tiny border collie is sticking out. The puppy seems to be pleased with itself and its position and the Fool seems to be cheerful.

When he comes up to the bar and gets the napkin he laughs, bells ringing. The puppy barks... wee barks at the bells and squirms.

"Yes. Yes. Out you go." The puppy is plopped on the bar where it sprawls, uncertain on its feet.

He finds the specials board and wipes it clean. Then he flips through the drinks book poking drinks at random.

Specials

Pink Squirrel
Love Bird
Chocolate-Mint-Apple milkshake
Strawberry tea
Popcorn.

Good puppy names wanted.



The board is put up. And the Fool ducks underneath to find some puppy food which he puts in front of said puppy.

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[not_his_pa]

Upstairs OOM: Each has his care: old age fears death;
The young man's ills are pride, desire,
And heart-sickness, and in his breast
The heat of passion's fire.

We Shall All Rest at Last by Walt Whitman

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[lady_mary]

[oom: Meanwhile at Downton, Mary reads a novel.]


[tiny tag: Lady Mary Crawley]

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[hadyougoing]

So there's this song that's topping the charts in Arashmaharr.

... Yes, even demons listen to pop music. Who knew? Ava thinks most of it sucks, but most demons she's met find humans totally disgusting, so clearly there are some areas of disagreement here.

The real trouble: trying to hum along sounds mostly like going "AAAAAAAAH" under your breath.

Ava catches herself doing this several times as she sidles up to the Bar for a foamy iced coffee thing.


[ooc: rp, get it while it's hot! love love. <3]

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[claudiometer]

(OOM:

Killer Infectious Musical Plague Shenanigans

Because, apparently, Claudia's case reports are going to be an ongoing thing. XD)

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[missmarybennet]

There’s a young woman in a long green dress crawling around in the floor.

Mary had thought to catch up on some of her mending in Milliways, but when she started she’d found that her sewing basket was in more disarray than she liked. She’d taken everything out in order to rearrange it neatly. Somehow—she’s not even sure how—she’d managed to spill the bag of small glass beads that normally lived down at the bottom of the basket.

They’ve gone everywhere.

She’ll never find all of them, but Mary’s giving it her best effort. She hates to just leave a mess.

Botherable.

And please do be careful of the skirts.

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[katyafeline]

Out back, there is a neatly arranged pile of wooden pins, arranged in an obviously set pattern.

There's also a gal throwing a heavier pin at this arrangement, scattering the pile.

And then she sets them up in a different pattern, and does it all over again.

It isn't Pyramid, but it does have lots of history! And it's good for aim.

(ooc: Katya is playing Gorodki, a game that looks easy and then fails to be, emphatically. She'll take turns!)