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[gavin62truck]

So, the department brass decided that smoking cigarettes inside the firehouse wasn't allowed anymore. (Because apparently it's okay for firefighters to inhale every type of toxin on the planet, except cigarette smoke. Duh.)

And then Garrity had the bright idea in which the whole crew should quit smoking altogether. Today. Right now.

And anybody who caved had to drop $50 into the kitty. Can. Whatever.

Guess who's out on the back porch sucking down a pack of Marlboro Lights?

(Oh, and also, whatever's out in the woods can kiss his ass.)


tiny tag: James Moriarty

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[immortalthief]

Spread out on the couch comfortably in front of the fire is an immortal reading a book. This immortal is wearing a simple timeless ankle length blue dress without shoes. A cup of hot chocolate getting cold on the table next to her.

Her mood appears pleasant and she is totally botherable.

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[balancingminds]

Charles hasn't been sleeping well and he feels as if something's wrong with his shields. It feels like the edges of his ability are blurring and he doesn't know what to do to fix it. He tried mediation but couldn't concentrate enough for it to actually help.

Today he has a large pot of tea, a book he found on the library about psychic well being, its from a world where his ability would be normal, but so far its creating more questions than answers. The authors expected everyone to use their way of speaking about things and while there are certain good points, he's not finding anything that helps as he can't get diagnosed by a higher level psychic. When another chapter recommends finding a particular kind of doctor, he sighs and yawns, leaning back in his chair and wonders about taking a nap.

Naps have never come easily to him, because he always seems to pick up on other people's dreams when he sleeps at odd times of the day and he doesn't fully trust his shields. So he leans back and sips his tea, aiming to relax and clear his mind as best he can, though he might fall asleep.

(OOC: Thanks to slenderplot, Charles' shields aren't at their best. He's going to be picking up on thoughts though he is trying to clear his mind, so he's not actively listening. He's also close to falling asleep, if you would like him to pick up random snippets from a character who's resting as well, we can thread some dream weirdness. If you have any questions I'm available at bardlark(@)gmail.com. Open for ages. Thank you.)

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[no_more_hiding]

 Hank comes in reading from a folder and makes it a few steps in before he realizes he isn't in a vault like he had thought. Looking up startled, he spins on his heal to head back out the door, the door which is no longer there. He face plants against the wall and his folder and papers go scattering. He's had better days.

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[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine isn't feeling too hot, today. The occasional coughing fits are getting to be a real pain, even on top of the aches and chills from the cold and lack of sleep. Rae has had enough caffeine, though, that she feels almost half-normal. And if she feels almost half-normal, surely she looks half-normal?

And besides, she promised there would be pie. So there is pie. And happy hour, at Bar's suggestion, because why not go for broke and do both?

Happy Hour Specials
Spiced Hot Apple Cider
All hot drinks 1/2 price

Freshly-baked Pies
(whole or by the slice - ice cream available on request)
Apple
Cherry
Spiced Peach (courtesy of Kate Barlow)
Blueberries-and-Cream
Pumpkin
Pecan
Lemon Meringue
Coconut Cream

And there is also a baker in a green sweater, jeans, and fuzzy red socks, clutching a cup of hot cider and trying to stay warm.

"Happy Hour, Milliways," she calls with a slight smile. "What'll it be?"

(ooc: May be in and out for the next two hours for work, but will be around after that. Post is open forever. :D)

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[OOM: Steve goes for a run.]

Steve is ignoring his coffee in favor of drawing trees again. This time, it's a specific tree--a big one, with many curving branches and stylized leaves. Tiny people live on some of the branches, and there are stars above the top. At the bottom, there's a giant snake twining its way through through the complicated network of roots.

Steve's not even sure why he's drawing this or what he's drawing. He just can't get it out of his head.


[ooc: Contents are getting adulty in the Orpheus thread.]

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[balancingminds]

Upstairs OOM:O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.

King Lear, Act III, Scene IV

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[OOM: Courage is simply the willingness to be afraid and act anyway.]

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[noteful]

[OOM: For two people in a marriage to live together day after day is unquestionably the one miracle the Vatican has overlooked.]