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[knightoftheswan]

The Knight does not have the same talents as the Prince or the Princess. He has a certain amount of grace, as is necessary for combat, but that is not for the ballroom. He can keep with a tempo and even manage to dance at social events, but his steps are not meant for the delicate touch of ballet.

Lohengrin, however, is not without expression. As it is, he's well adept at carrying a tune.

So there's a soft tenor voice quietly singing to himself in a nearby booth. The song comes easy and doesn't really mean anything, more like humming with words as he works. There's no magical influence, only the amiable mood of acceptance.

Go ahead and say hi. Or tell him to stop singing. He'll oblige either way.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen hasn't gone home since bringing Mar- bringing Invincible, sorry- back from the Wasteland. She's been thinking here, and planning, and occasionally talking to people. Mostly thinking, though. Tonight, she's put up a notice.

I am looking for assistance in:

- Figuring out the controls and (possibly) written language of a non-human species
- Opening communication with possible surviving members of that species if they can be found
- Getting a large number of humans safely down from low Earth orbit
- Unfamiliar cryoscience devices
- Possibly but not necessarily hand-to-hand combat or battle with energy weapons

I do not have access to any kind of currency generally considered valuable on other worlds, but I can offer some technologies and devices that may be of use. I can probably supply some form of combat armor and weapon if needed; armor and weapons will be sized to fit average Earth humans.

Please leave a note for Ellen Park or contact me in the Bar. I'm the gray-haired girl with the scars, the dark green fatigues, and the dog.

Thank you.

It's signed Ellen Park (Paladin 101), Capital Wasteland Brotherhood of Steel and it's tacked to the bulletin board. She's at work on a sign for her table, too.

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[sunbaked_baker]

In baking, there are times when waiting is required. Rising times, baking times, which the baker can either fill with working on other recipes that take less time, or doing something else. Sunshine had filled the rising times for the cinnamon rolls (which are considerable, since the end product is about the size of a human skull) with making Chocoholia, maple-sugar poundcake, Bitter Chocolate Death, Lemon Lechery, and some quick, coco-nutty lime-pineapple cookies.

Once the cinnamon rolls were big and soft and ready to bake, however, she'd stuck them in the oven, set the timer, shucked off her apron, and gone out to the lake to run.

So, you might find Sunshine outside, running swiftly along the rocky shore of the lake in the golden afternoon sunlight, or you might find her later, sitting at a table in the bar room with a large tray of baked goods for sale.

(OOC ETA: As of midnight-thirty, CDT, the mun has gone to bed. However, the post remains open forever. Mun will reply in the morning. <3)

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[lilium_evansiae]

[OOM: D'you want to talk about the more or the less?]

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[fiery_ring]

[OOM: Carlotta makes a worrying discovery, and realises they're in deeper than she thought.]