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[hecu_marine]

Shephard would like nothing more, just at the moment, than to sit back somewhere quiet and have a drink. It's been a busy day. Unfortunately, in addition to all his other responsibilities, he's still got a whole pack of dogs to look after, so instead of holing up at the bar somewhere he's out back watching nine or ten blue-striped alien eyeball dogs run around like maniacs, chasing demon rabbits and wrestling with each other.

He's got an Alternian troll-made data tablet balanced on his right knee, and he's writing on it with a stylus held in his black-gloved hand, but he's not paying attention to whatever it is he's writing.

Feel free to bother him. The dogs won't mind.

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[1nv1nc1ble]

The Front Door opens and Mark Grayson stands in the doorway, half turned away and speaking to someone. "... and William and the guys will be here soon, Mom, so we're going to start the movies. So, fair warning...." He pitches his voice in a lower tone, and adds, "'They're coming to get you, Barbara!'"

From behind him, an older woman's voice can be heard, "Mark! Stop that! You know that scene creeps me out!"

He turns away, chuckling and notices that he is not entering his bedroom, and says, "Cool." As he walks up to the bar, he's greeted with a Coke float and a brain-shaped cupcake with a zombie-shaped candle in it. He grins as he reads the birthday message on the napkin next to it, and says, "Thanks, Bar." before blowing out the candle.

Newly minted 19-year-old zombie movie fan (and superhero in mufti) at the Bar.

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[boston_bruiser]

When you're Voodoo, every day is PT day.

The only difference is the routine.

Today is Monster Mash Wednesday. That means a ten-mile run, a five-mile swim, a run through the obstacle course while strategically placed smoke grenades, artillery simulators, and C4 charges explode all around him, field-stripping and reassembling an AK-47 while blindfolded, then shooting for score at a series of targets 500 meters away, all while kitted out.

Then cooling off with a half-hour of wind sprints.

Then sunning himself by the lake before heading into Bar to chill in a corner booth with a bottle of water.

Catch him wherever and whenever.

[OOC: Be warned - here be sporadic slowtimes. It's that kind of week.]

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[vance_prime]

Tonight, we find Alyx Vance seated in a corner booth in Milliways, staring at a complicated simulation on her laptop.

She also has her three-month-old son in her lap. He's also staring intently at the simulation while gumming a wooden teething ring.

(What? She can multitask.)

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[hadyougoing]

Ava has nothing whatsoever to say on the subject of Winchesters. Even if her attempt to have a Ruby intervention was MAJORLY SIDELINED by Sam's apparent willingness to hang out and fight evil with people who could betray him at any time.

She's much more interested in her awesome magical necklace-- which, by the way, is awesome. That's what Ava's all about tonight: awesome magical necklaces.

She's curled up on a couch in her RennFaire shirt, shoes on the floor. (Shoes on the couch are barbaric, but bare feet in a bar is just asking for posthumous tetanus.) The book in her hands is very old and vaguely ominous.

Around her neck, there's a necklace with three gems. The central gem bears a Charter Mark.


[ooc: off to bed soon, but open until declared otherwise!]

Emergency Bartending!

[death_gone_mad]

Oh. Lookee who got tricked into bartending again.

Tonight's specials
Kill Bill
Portal Shots
Alcoholic and Non-Alcoholic Bug Juice

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[sunbaked_baker]

There's a softly hummed tune coming from one of the more shadowy booths in the bar. A baker sits there with her combox on the table, looking at what seems to be a satellite-image map of a city. There's a faint frown on her face, though that could just be weariness.

Beside her on the seat is a ten-month-old boy, snoozing peacefully beside her leg.

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[thisgrimfandango]

[OOM: "But if you can't bring him in, you're going to have to force him out."]

It's been a long day at the end of a long week, the first in a long time in which Manny nearly hadn't managed at least one premium sale. Mrs. Andrade, at least, had the money and goodwill to afford a nice cabin aboard one of the smaller luxury liners that'd be heading across the sea in a few days' time, along with the fare to get to Rubacava. Not a Number Nine, but after a week of mostly walking sticks and parcel post, he'll take it.

After seeing Mrs. Andrade off at the lobby, Manny makes his way back up to his office. It's unlikely that there will be another client, but he needs to clean up and change out of his uniform before heading out for the day. He's just folded up his scythe when he opens the door to his office, and steps through.

Except, it's not his office that's on the other side of the door.

So a skeleton in a long, black, hooded robe walks into the Bar.

Looking left, then right –

"How'd I get in the Land of the Living?"

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The door opens. There's a moo. And another moo. Cows are not generally capable of harmonizing with themselves, but it works a little better when it's one of Ellen's Brahmin.

"... aw jeez I thought this was going to be the stables," says Ellen as she edges through the door, past Shiphrah and Puah's bulk. "I am so sorry for bringing the cow inside... um...."

Hastily she puts a lumpy gray package, wet and smelling faintly of artificial things, marked FOR KARKAT - DO NOT DROP, JOSTLE OR BREAK on the Bartop. "Can you hold onto that and give it to Karkat, or do I need to- uh oh, look, just... hold onto those until I get my cow outside, okay? Or it's gonna get messy..."

Without further ado she starts hastily shooing the two-headed cow (who has two fifty-five gallon drums of something sloshy strapped to her back) towards the back door. She'll worry about the package later.

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[kamehamehaaa]

Gohan is outside, trying to find some way to economically contribute to his considerable food bill. Even though Sallie said he could eat for free, he kind of feels bad.

So he's currently flying around the outside of the bar (is it his imagination, or is it bigger on the inside?), helping to clean all the windows that aren't reachable from the ground.

He discovered after a while that if he follows the washing with a small fireball next to the window, it dries right up without splatters.

So you might get a shock if you're standing by your window and suddenly see a flying boy with a fireball.

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[stilljustandrew]

Andrew's still kind of disgruntled about the loss of that statue (and smarting somewhat from his coworkers' remarks on the subject), but whatever; done is done, he can put up with sarcastic remarks, and it wasn't something they desperately needed anyway. He hopes.

But it also means he's getting stuck with all the tedious jobs nobody else wants, this month. Which today means laundry.

Thus: a geekboy with earphones on, pulling a handcart containing a black laundry bag, backing in the front door while half-humming, half-singing along to what sounds suspiciously like Lady Gaga. He doesn't seem to realize that this isn't the laundromat until the door closes behind/before him.

" --baby I was born this w-- oh."