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[numbered_doctor]

By this time of night, it's full dark outside, but that still doesn't stop Remy from enjoying the summer weather. Currently, she's perched on the back steps of the Bar sitting in the small bit of light spilling out from inside. Other than that, the only source of light comes from the lit cigarette in her mouth and the stars that she's currently regarding.

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[golden_lyre]

[OOM: After his encounter with Teresa, Orpheus is sent to the infirmary to deal with that pesky crushed shoulder business.

Fortunately, he has certain divine connections, which means his convalescence is somewhat streamlined, leading to a near terminal case of boredom as he must wait there until someone comes to talk to him about the whole fiasco.

Also fortunately, a friend stops by to keep him company for a bit.

Nothing last forever, though, so now he's simply twiddling his thumbs or the heroic equivalent thereof.]




[ooc: Last link is to a visiting post for anyone interested in making sure Orpheus doesn't go crazy from loneliness boredom while awaiting his doom.]

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[cantdiequiteyet]

There is a polar bear outside. Not a polar bear-dog, or a green shape-changing teenager, or a God with the ability to change at will, but a half-yoma, silver eyed polar bear, who has discovered that her newly large body isn't quite as easy to keep track of than her previous one.

After the third hour of knocking over trees, she pads out of the forest towards the more open area around the lakeshore, carrying her broadsword in her mouth. There, she drops the sword and herself down to a lying position, guarding her Claymore like a dog with a bone.

Holding the blade in her mouth causes it to cut deeply into her face, but as she sits the wounds heal up, and she dips her huge head into the water to clean it.

[OOC: Needed top get this up for all your half yoma polar bear needs. Insta-slowtimes in effect, however. Teresa has all her yoma power and will read as herself for anyone capable of reading her aura. She's just in a different shape.]

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[golden_lyre]

As stubborn, and yes contentious, as he can be at times, Orpheus is taking his punishment very easily. He had one request, which had been granted much easier than he would have expected.

So upon leaving the infirmary, he heads straight to the bar and lays his hand on the surface. "Can I get something to leave a note on, lovely?"

A napkin and an orange crayon pop up on the surface, and Orpheus laughs. "I guess that'll work."

He quickly scrawls out a note:

For safekeeping.

-O


And then, with visible difficulty he places note and guitar on the surface of the bar. "Will you make sure Apollo gets this?" He hasn't been without his instrument since he was without his body. It's not easy to give it up now, even into such capable hands.

A moment later, the guitar is no longer there, and neither is the musician. Instead, hopping on a bar stool, is a bird:



He really doesn't mind this too much, other than the loss of guitar. At least he can still sing.

Now all he needs is someone to open the back door for him.

Newsflash! Goth with computer!

[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting at a table, writing reports.

At a small computer.

Yes, that is indeed happening: the old-fashioned Goth caved in and got himself a 'computator' at last, after seeing Pyrrha with her's yesterday. They apparently do not bite, or consume your mind.

This one is a small netbook equipped with the most basic things. At the moment, Teja is slowly typing up a report of the Orpheus incident, slowly searching for almost every letter on the keyboard. He knows he'll get faster, and isn't frustrated by the snail's pace he's proceeding at.

He's already done a spreadsheet for his forge book-keeping, and quite liked that, so getting this little machine might have been a good thing.

Although he doesn't have the slightest idea of how to get his report out of there, apart from maybe reading it out to Belar, or taking a polaroid picture of the screen.-

It seems to be only Belar these days; Teja has not seen Melaka Fray for quite a while. He would love to talk all this over with her (even the parts he might not dwell on with Belar), but she is not at hand. So, a report to Belar will have to do. In whatever kind of out-put from that computer.

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[lady_bols]

[oom:

If you kissed the sun right out of the sky for me*
If you told me all the lies I might deserve
If you lay right down and you died for me*
I could not love you more
I couldn't love you more*

]

*warnings for adult content
lyrics by john martyn

[OOM: Previously, on Avatar]

[abitofawildman]

[OOM: Air Temple Island
"The idea of refuge in faith is never one that will disappear entirely."

-And-

"Oh just say what you're going to say and be done with it."]

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[blue_ajah]

[OOM:

To sleep, perchance to Dream...

]

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[hadyougoing]

Sam still hasn't written her back.

Ava takes out her anxieties on this point in a number of ways:

1) She creates and organizes a whole slew of new folders on her infernal work computer, some of which are set to place curses for unauthorized access.

2) She practices with the Dar'Misu blade, this time at night, in the woods. (Not the deep woods or anything, just the woods. And nowhere near that creepy dock.) She thinks by now she's getting fairly comfy with it.

3) She comes to hang out with Bar, where she receives a shot of tequila.

"Uh," Ava says.

"Bar, I love you ... but this isn't gonna turn me invisible or change my gender or anything, is it?"

Just drink it, Ava.


However, Ava chooses to stare at the shot without touching it for awhile.

Maybe she can get someone else to taste it for her.

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[wheatencrown]

After speaking with Orpheus in the infirmary, Demeter ordered a bottle of Nemean wine and swirls the wine in its glass. She doesn't like what's happened and while Milliways changes many things, Orpheus is of her family and Teja overstepped his bounds.

Now is not the time or the place for her to act and she knows that though its difficult. Her family has ever been good at acting as opposed to thinking, Orpheus learned that from them as well as how powerful the proper evocation can be.

Tonight she will drink and learn more of what transpired, from her Teja might receive a warning because Orpheus is Apollo's.

Around her the air smells of summer ripeness and the heavy waiting before a storm breaks, she is trying to control that storm.

Tiny tag: The Huntsman
(OOC: Warning for slows going into the week as I move but this is open for ages. Also for the sake of millitime and explanations, the Teja thread happens first.)

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[tibetanmethod]

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Locking eyes,
Holding hands,
Twin high maintenance machines. ]

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[lilium_evansiae]

Lily is not nervous.

The fact that she's absently tapping her fingers against the table in front of her is indicative of nothing other than ... um ... finger-tapping.

She's certainly not worried.

Nor is she unnecessarily fretting.

And is definitely not needlessly reviewing her Potions book in an effort to distract herself from the interview she has in the morning.

She's just making sure she's properly prepared.

Responsibly.

But she's not nervous.

Not at all.

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[nepetaleijon]

Out on the Milliways grounds:

We only wish
to catch a fish,
so juicy-sw33t!

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[ambriel]

Ambriel is inside again. This time, the angel is sitting at the bar, and staring curiously into the mug the bar just offered.

It's filled with unsweetened green tea, perfectly steeped and steaming lightly. Ambriel knows in theory that it is something to drink. In practice, it seems to be provoking a more dubious reaction.