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[boston_bruiser]

Okay, so it's been about 20 days since Voodoo fucked himself up racing Naga.

His legs have been healing, but not as fast as he'd like.

Luckily, with more than a few insistent visits to the infirmary and a healthy dose of Milliways magic (but mostly Milliways tech and know-how) the torn muscles are practically healed. The stretches are getting easier, the swelling's gone way down, and the PT is starting to feel less like Pain and Torture and more like Physical Therapy. He's even started working out again - serious workouts, none of that resistance band shit. No running, not yet, but he's taken the time to work on his swimming.

Specifically, in the Carribean inlet. Those passing by might see him stripped to the waist, practicing his combat sidestroke. In the water, of course.

Just don't mess with his clothes (piled neatly on the shore) or his gear (piled neatly right next to his clothes) and there won't be a problem.

He's back! - The Caribbean Inlet

[turned_captain]

Have you forgotten which Caribbean ocean this inlet is linked to?

It starts with a giant rolling motion, like one might associate with a breaching whale, or sea monster. But instead of rolling back under, the surf gets stronger and louder and the sea washes back over barnacle covered wood. The surface is broken by masts on one side, a keel on the other, and the Flying Dutchman breaks into the inlet with a roar.

Her Captain wastes no time on hurrying to the rails to stare at the Bar, as usual, brimming with the hope that he might see a very specific person.

And grinning fit to explode, because it's actually two specific people that he's desperate to see.

bartending!

[death_gone_mad]

Poor Bar, the beginning of the week was quite rough on her.

Sarah, in the meanwhile, has had a pretty good week. She grew her hair back; she successfully picked the lock to her own room upstairs (she lost her keys somewhere in Mongolia); she found more appropriate clothes so that she could change out of the Combine uniform she came in with; she found the warrior practice ground mostly in order; and she was mostly able to avoid dealing with Bar.

But there is one thing she has to do before she goes back home. She came in all those months ago before leaving for Mongolia wearing an outfit that she thought she would be coming back with. That, too, was lost in Mongolia.

"Bar," she asks as sweetly as possible, "do you know those green robe I was wearing when I came in to leave for Gordon and Alyx's world? Could you provide me with another set, please?"

A folded set of green robes pops up, along with her room key and a note. "Argh, not today," Sarah growls after she reads the note. Thinking she can get out of bartending by erasing the specials that appeared on the board, she goes behind the bar before realizing she's trapped. The specials can't be erased either.
½ of Specials
Phoenix Paradise
Nuclear Rainbow
Nuka-Cola Quartz

"That's not funny," she protests as she adds two more drinks.

Slayer's Respite
Dragon Bitter

Happy hour is on once she pockets the key and hides the robes behind the counter. Which should be right now.

(no subject)

[makesthings]

The weather is perfect for pyramid, sunny with a slight breeze and Sam has set up the backboards and found all the balls. He's hoping that having everything out will bring other players as he needs to meet more with his team and find out how good everyone is.

So far he's been practicing taking shots from different places, getting a sense of the shapes of the court and putting together possible strategies.

It all feels rather comfortable and though he's wearing Old Kingdom clothes, his linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, boots and breeches, Somersby feels fairly close by.

(OOC: Open all weekend as I'm working every day. Let's get some pyramid action going!)

(no subject)

[vance_prime]

"In the middle of the ni-i-ight
I go walkin' in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To a river so dee-ee-eep..."

Hear that? That Billy Joel song being sung softly at about half-tempo?

"I must be lookin' for somethin'
Somethin' sacred I lo-o-ost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cro-o-oss..."

It's coming from the woman standing over by the Observation Window, rocking a month-old baby in her arms.

"And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore..."

(no subject)

[stargypsy]

Tali comes in looking a lot more subdued than usual - and a bit smaller, somehow. She goes to the Bar and orders a bulb of quarian vodka, which she takes with her to a table by the Window.

She's not quilting or tinkering with something, and anybody who knows her will recognize this as highly unusual behavior. Even those who don't know may recognize that she's very preoccupied (but still botherable).

Steve McGarrett/H5-0

[bookemdanno]

Walking in to the bar he wrinkles his nose drawing his eyebrows together. A slow look around tells him he's back in this place. He's got his clothes and shoes this time. So that's an improvement.

He's armed the gun on his belt. His badge also plainly in sight. Crossing his arms over his chest he takes a deep breath. While this wasn't the break room it will do.

Settling down on the couch he tries to decide if he's brave enough to order from a rat.

Come bother him, annoy him or just make him talk.

(no subject)

[til_it_aint]

Well, would you look at who it is.

Ben's been around. Ain't been home in a long time, matter of fact, not for more'n a second or two just t'make sure he still can, 'cause in the end back at home there ain't nothin' good waitin' for him and here, well, it might get a little tricky sometimes but it's a damn sight better'n what he's got. Even if he did have t'spend a few days as a kitten.

So Ben's been around. But he's a little more around than he usually is tonight, settled up in a booth with his feet up on th'table next to an empty plate, half-empty glass of something he ain't entirely sure of but it's fizzy and tastes like sweet lemons so he's pretty okay with that. Bar was kind enough t'give him a pack of smokes and an ashtray t'boot, so there's a lit cigarette dangling from his fingers. He's tryin', every now and again between people-watching, t'blow smoke rings.

He can't hide out here forever, he knows. There's things at home, there's things in his mind and under his skin he's gotta deal with one day but for now he don't care. The dreams are hazy and half-forgotten when he wakes, and nothin's dyin' here no more, there ain't no one touchin' him and makin' him t'see things he don't have any right t'know. There's things he's gotta do, sooner rather'n later, but for now...

Well, could be he's smilin'.

(it's time for slowtime, but open till it scrolls!)