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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[OOM:

They're writing songs of love, but not for me,
A lucky star's above, but not for me,
With love to lead the way,
I found more clouds of grey,
Than any Russian play could guarantee.

I was a fool to fall, and get that way,
Hi ho! Alas! And also Lack a day!
Although I can't dismiss,
The memory of her kiss,
I guess she's not for me.

It all began so well, but what an end,
This is the time a fella needs a friend,
When every happy plot,
Ends in a marriage knot,
And there's no knot for me.]

Spider-Woman - Outside

[justdyedit]

Jessica usually doesn't mind the attention the male Avengers give her when she works on her Yoga but when Hawkeye and Logan showed up with popcorn it was just going too far. Jessica has an ace up her sleeve though in the form of an inter-dimensional bar they (as far as she knows) don't come to and so she's outback going from basic to advanced poses, breathing evenly despite the strain of gravity.

Wait, did I forget to mention she doing the poses on the side of the building that houses Milliways? Silly me.

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[electro_kinetic]

There's something a little (or perhaps a lot) different about Noriko when she comes into the bar this time. She's more thrown in than anything else, off-balance and shouting at the person who shoved her through the doorway. Her hair has been taken down from her usual braids, laying loose around her face as she gets back up from the floor. She's sporting a nicely bloody nose and a bruised face like she lost a fistfight, too.

"...Hell."

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

At least the gym is still standing.


Steve approaches the bar once he realizes beating a punching bag into submission is not helping, and says, "Ma'am, I need a key, please."

What appears is another key to Orpheus's room, with the same cartoony Captain America keychain. Steve takes a deep breath. "To another room, please. A separate room."

There's a slight pause, and then that key disappears and is replaced with a new one, sans keychain. "Thanks," Steve says quietly and goes upstairs to remove his things from Orpheus's room and put them into the new one.

That task done, showered, notebook in hand, Steve parks himself near the fireplace and starts drawing.

Everything he has tried to draw today has ended up as a pair of hands playing a guitar.



So that, Gentle Reader, is why Steve Rogers is now staring at the fire, his hand rubbing his mouth and his gaze far away.

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[golden_lyre]

So Orpheus had been doing fairly well, actually, all things considered.

("Fairly well," in this case, just means that he'd spent the last month or so out of the bar, and he hadn't been on a proper bender. He hadn't been particularly sober, but he was managing. He even got through another couple interviews and succeeded in shifting his reputation from something like 'arrogant elitist' to 'surly drunkard.')

And then he came back to bar and discovered that Steve had moved his things.

He's still not on a proper bender, but he is in a corner of the bar giving no fucks whatsoever about the Goth's opinions about whether or not he should be playing in the bar, his guitar in his lap, strumming something a bit dark and broody.

It's a song about endings and inevitability.

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[callipygos]

The goddess does not teeter into the bar.

She does have on very high heels, and that is one in a very lengthy procession of cocktails clutched precariously in her slender fingers, but you could hardly call it teetering. The overall impression is of a very soft, very lovely, and somewhat wavering summer breeze.

She breezes unsteadily over to the bar and plops down her glass with a clink.

"Is it okay that I brought my own, sweetie?"


[ooc: the character has been drinking and SO HAS THE MUN. please email artistformerlyknownas at gmail to propose shenanigans, because guys, i really have no clue.

eta: no new tags plz! sleepmerc.]

First entrance.

[chimpan_a]

This morning was an awfully busy one at the Institute for Advanced Biological Study. Not, perhaps, the most productive sort of busy, as it mostly involved filling out forms and filing them with the correct bureaucrats. Even the veterinary psychology department head can't merely walk out of the door with a research specimen on a leash; the forms must be obeyed! Otherwise there'd be terribly, terribly irritated orangutans breathing down everyone's necks afterwards and oh, nobody wants that, Official Science can be so stifling at times...

But at least Zira got to take her prize subject for a walk in the park today, and introduce her fiance. That was something.

Cornelius, alas, is working late this evening to make up for returning to his own research lab later than anticipated after lunch. They'll have to take supper at one of the cafes in the theater district together tomorrow or the next day. Tonight, Zira is just going to set out from the Institute and head straight home, where she'll-

She'll-

Good heavens this place is FULL of ANIMALS.

(For those of you already present in the Bar, there is a smartly dressed young chimpanzee in the doorway, staring, and smiling a very broad smile.)

(For those of you who know much about chimpanzees, this is not a good thing.)

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: Days 275-276. Warnings for violence.]

A New Tiberian Dawn

[closesecond]

[[OOM: Project Re-Genesis hits an important milestone. This calls for a monologue.]]

Kane emerges from a bright room. Clinically bright, you might say.

"Ah. Here again."

He quickly tosses away the syringe he's carrying and makes his way to the bar. Today is a day of celebration.