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[my_brothers_humor]

Bergelmir figures bartending is as good a way to keep his mind off the door that seems to be mocking him as anything, so he doesn't hesitate to agree when he's asked.

"Of course, sweeting. Take all the time you need."

He scrawls out a quick specials board:

Surprise me!

Any requests the bartender is unfamiliar with will be given at a reduced rate.

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[evilontheloose]

The Door opens and a person-shaped object comes hurtling in, tumbling and rolling followed by a tongue of flame and the booming sound of an explosion.

Nothing to worry about, just another day in Milliways as the Evil Genius narrowly escapes some disastrous situation with nothing else to show for it but a scorch mark on the floor and messed up hair.

Just give her a minute to catch her breath.

The Ghost of Station X, Part 2a or something like that

[tesla_bot]

[OOM: "Taking so long to."

"gency power, get Phil"

"ably won't meltdown, but I."
--Atomic Robo and the Ghost of Station X]

Robo comes in wearing a hospital gown and gleaming. Being not quite three quarters new parts will do that.

"Oh this is just what I wanted to add to my afternoon."

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[hadyougoing]

Then: Some weeks you just can't win.

Now:

So Ava is on suspended teleportation privileges, and has been demoted back to her previous, crappy, limited-coverage psychic plan. None of this is at all fair, especially not the fact that she can't even explain she was gone due to evil circumstances outside her control.

From a demon's perspective, it'd sound pretty lame. Add to it the fact that she doesn't even remember what happened, and you've got yourself one pathetic vengeance intern.

She hasn't really been downstairs, but she does make an exception to drop off a handful of notes.

Maybe more like an armful.


( Sam Winchester )

( Charles Xavier )

( Elle )

( X-23 )

"I know, I know, you're not the postal service," she sighs to Bar. "I've had a lot on my mind. Which is … weird, actually, considering all the amnesia."

Ava says a quick goodnight and turns for the stairs.

She has some reading to do about this Slenderman.


[ooc: feel free to write back here, but ava won't be taggable until later this week! (maybe.) as always, email artistformerlyknownas at gmail dot com with schemes, dreams, and shenanigans.]

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[master_bruce]

He always seems to get pulled in here on his way back from the office. Maybe it's the universe's way of acknowledging that too long spent there makes him want to beat himself over the head with a bottle. Maybe it's just coincidence. Either way, it means he always ends up in here looking like a stuffed shirt.

He can live with that, though. Probably safer, if other people from Gotham happen to be around. But today was particularly boring, so he has no hesitation in pulling his silk tie off, and unfastening his collar button.

'Thank you. I'll take a beer, please.'

What the hell. He'll live it up for space of one drink. It's presented promptly, along with a small box and a note from Meg. Both items make him smile, and he carries them to a booth at the side of the room.

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[mnt_raph]

The door to the Staff Hallway swings open on silent hinges and a large bald white man dressed in black lumbers his way into the bar in equally silent steel-toed work boots. It's not until he takes what he believes to be his usual seat that he reaches under the collar of his t-shirt and pulls out the lanyard on which his Security badge hangs.

"Do I gotta keep both of you on a leash now?" he asks Bar, who only responds by providing a stein of his favorite draft. "Uh huh. That's what I thought."

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Today had been going really well for Ellen.

She'd been called back to the Citadel to report on the RobCo factory status, and she had good results to report. She'd been able to give a coherent account of all the measures taken at Second Diana to ensure that their communications tech was working properly, and it had been accepted. She'd been sent to the Order of the Shield armor labs to give them the Enclave power armor she'd earned from Scribe Bigsley, so that they could retrofit it to her, upgrade it, and repaint it to Brotherhood standards. And she'd even been able to handle Squire Maxson when the boy came to her and asked her, as chaplain, if his parents were really dead and what that meant for him and the rest of his life. Not perfectly, obviously, but well enough that he promised to come back and talk some more the next time she was at the Citadel, and keep on coming back regularly when he needed it. So that had been really, really good.

And then she'd just HAD to go and talk to Senior Scribe Jameson, hadn't she.

She's not sure her face is ever going to stop burning. Talking to the head of the Order of the Quill about- well, it'd been the most embarrassing five minutes of her life that she could recall. So she's gone to the Bar and she's going to stay RIGHT THERE until she no longer wants to pull her power helmet on and do her very best Knight-Captain Gallows impression* for a week.

Feel free to bother her in the meantime, though. It's not like you're from the Wasteland, right?

*Which consists mostly of "...", as Knight-Captain Gallows is widely known as the least talkative man in the Citadel