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[guppy_sandhu]

[oomish - upstairs: Struggling with Slendy's influence, Guppy finally gets some sleep, but it leads back to nightmares.

Warning for nightmares involving mild references to childbirth (without medical detail)]

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[ps_you_look_hot]

[OOM:

"Bram Stoker? Alcoholic, Irish hack. Bats indeed."]

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[ps_you_look_hot]

The vampire man who walks into the bar looks rather...stricken. Like he's just lost something very, very important.

He's meant to be in Helen's lab, working up some sort of power source for his latest invention, but he just...can't.

He slides onto a stool at the bar and says, "Atlantean. The bottle."

What he gets instead is a very expensive pinot noir.

"Fuck."

(playing against type)

[deadman_pirate]

The thing is, even in a pirate city--even in a district run by the vampir, most living still happens during daylight, or a brief window of time on either end of the light. Even allotting ample time for feeding, shady politics, and gazing broodingly off into the middle distance, that leaves a lot of time to fill, especially in the winter. A man needs hobbies, and the Brucolac's choices have historically been few. What do you do on a ship by yourself, when all your prisoners and even your shipmates are dead, and you're up in the crows' nest every night scanning the horizon in a desperate search for other ships?

Scrimshaw, of course.

He's gotten very good at it, what with centuries of practice and all; he has a room aboard his ship where he keeps his favorite pieces, mostly scenes of battles he's been in or memories of shipmates past. Tonight though, as he sits by the fire (no hiding in dark corners of the bar for him), he is carving (on what is clearly a deer legbone) what appears to be a ship battling what appears to be some Lovecraftian monster from the deep (with his world, would you expect anything less?) while he himself attempts to radiate harmlessness.

(He doesn't care for the food, and the lack of constant sea motion is vaguely unpleasant for him, but here he is free of the politics and posturing of his city, and can be as close to normal as his peculiarities will allow, can even talk to people. That's why he stays.)

[open until it scrolls!]

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[youngest_dragon]

Skysong the baby-dragon sits outside the door, peering at the trees in the distance.  The forest was one of her favorite places in the bar, but lately it has gotten creepy.  It didn't quite have the smell of magic, but something different.

Usually different was just fine in the bar- but this was different different.  Grandpa Diamondflame would probably know what was going on, but this one is up to Skysong alone to figure out.

A she peers a pink tinge that shows she is frightened creeps across her scales slowly. 

Please.  Someone talk to the baby dragon.

First Entrance

[fantasticfireferret]

[Out of Milliways:

See Mako.

See Mako probend.

Probend, Mako, probend.]

It’s an average enough day in Republic City. It won’t start warming up again until spring, not really, but Mako’s okay with that. He’s going to need to clock some more overtime tonight, but he’s okay with that, too, just so long as –


This.


This is not the arena.


There’s a firebender in his late teens near the entrance, his back against the wall and his eyes scanning the bar.

From the looks of it, he doesn’t like what he sees. Or is, at the least, very suspicious of it.

[Tinytag: Mako]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Guppy experiments with a trip home, to see if the curse effects wear off. Hugs are given, and revenge plotted.]

Guppy enters the bar. He's eaten, he's slept, he's spent time with the kids, and in the meantime has made notes.

He's pretty sure the effect will start again as soon as he comes back in here, but he's written a thorough report of all the symptoms, and all the tests he did on himself in here (that came back negative).

He sits at a booth and utilises the one thing he didn't have the first time he faced the curse: a sense of being truly, deeply, pissed off. When he finds this thing, he's going to kick its arse... or watch other people do it with great satisfaction anyway.

He puts up a sign:

'Free Walk In Clinic
If you are experiencing unexplained symptoms please come see me here.'

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[dont_turn_around]

Hush, little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beast under your bed
In your closet, in your head

found you.

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[not_his_pa]

OOM: O FATHER of mercies and God of all comfort, our only help in time of need; Look down from heaven, we humbly beseech thee, behold, visit, and relieve thy sick servant for whom our prayers are desired.

Prayer for a Sick Person from Selections from the Book of Common Prayer 1863

After his nightmare, William couldn't get back to sleep and finally got up as he kept imagining things in the shadows.

Downstairs he checked for his door, but of course it wasn't there and he went to the counter when his cough started up again. A tea appeared for him, which he didn't drink just stared at before resting his head on his arms, it was just a dream.

Later he asked for a pen and paper, he had to write to Scurlock and Caspian to figure out what to do about the horses and his father. Maybe not his father, the words will take time, he misses his family.

(OOC: Warning for death from tuberculosis and a Slenderman nightmare.)