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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

It's a brief stop--blink and you'll miss it brief--that Steve makes this time around, just to drop off a note he wrote while still in London, though he doesn't address it until he's at the bar.

( Orpheus )

He leaves it with the Bar, giving her a pat, and goes back out the door.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[OOM: So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.

-- In Memoriam AHH, Alfred, Lord Tennyson]

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[no_vampires_plz]

There's a purple pony walking through Milliways today.

That, in itself, is not so unusual.

What is unusual is that she's walking on one of the rafters.

On the underside of one of the rafters.

¿ʎǝɥʇ ʇ,uǝɹɐ 'unɟ ǝɹɐ sllǝds ʎʇıʌɐɹƃ

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[acts_of_gord]

Out of Milliways, as it was in the very beginning:

"Now, every gambler knows
The secret to surviving
Is knowing what to throw away
And knowing what to keep.

'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep."

-Kenny Rogers

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[2020sight]

Epimetheus has settled into a table. Feet up on the opposite chair? Check. Whiskey on the table? Check. Guitar in his lap? Check.

A certain un-invitation propped up on the table next to the whiskey, making him snicker every time he glances at it?

Double check.

---

Nita also has a table and a drink, but in her case it's a pot of strong black tea. Her manual is open on the table; it's projecting, in silvery-blue lines, a 3D map of what looks like a series of mountain ranges and canyons. Nita is frowning in concentration -- and a little bemusement -- as the projection slowly pans along a particularly stark set of conical mountains.

---

And last but not least, Carmela has laid claim to a stool at the Bar and ordered a drink that is bright purple, sparkly, and heavily frothed at the top.

She does have a tablet with her that's currently displaying a celebrity gossip website (the text is in no earthly language, but there's something about the formatting that's unmistakably reminiscent of Gawker, and it's just possible that one of the pictures in the article is of a much-loved British actor with great cheekbones). That's just there if she gets bored of people watching, though, and really, what are the odds of that?

[ooc: NaNoWriMo is over! Rejoice with me! Open 'till it scrolls, slowtimes are my favorite thing ever.]

Happy Hour

[zodiac_rabbit]

Momiji skips in from the outside brushing the fur of the demon bunnies off of his blue shirt, as well as a scorch mark off off his pants. The bunny didn't mean it, bless him, but had gotten over happy which does happen.

When he reaches the bar a note appears and Momiji tilts his head as he reads.

"That would be so much fun! Can I give away cookies too?"

Another note appears.

"It's okay! I'll pay for them of course."

And so a large platter of assorted cookies appears. Momiji finds a stool to write on the Specials Board,

A free Cookie with any drink! Bar-san says no adult drinks though.

He then settles down to wait, well, as settled as one can be and still be skipping in place.

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[max_epper]

Sometimes you just want to bless the end of term, and the lack of distractions it brings.

For Max, this is not one of those times.

Instead, it just means the opportunity to go racing all over the world, trying to string together some level of support (discrete or not) for a mission whose timeframe is fast approaching. Whether he likes it or not.

Which is why, when Max enters Milliways today, he murmurs a word of thanks to the landlord, and asks the bar for something to help him stay awake a little while longer.

What he gets, is a glass of Ray's Green Stuff.

He's now awake. And staring.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve comes through the door in his dress uniform, looking hollow-eyed and grim. He goes to the Bar and drops a pile of Army scrip on the top.

"A bottle of Atlantean, please," and then adds, "And some paper and a pen, and a poppy from Remembrance Day, if you have one."

The Bar delivers. Perhaps with an air of concern.

"Thank you, ma'am," Steve says and, in big dark letters that are nothing like his usual cheerful hand, writes:


IN MEMORIAM
SGT. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES
1918-1944


and pins it to the bulletin board, along with the poppy.

He then takes the bottle and goes to the darkest, least visible booth he can find.



[ooc: Feel free to have your pup react to Steve's announcement, but please PM or email me before tagging Steve as he is in a Very, Very Bad Place. Thanks.

All threads millitimed to before the thread with Orpheus, please.]

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[vyvyan]

Vyvyan is... up to something.

(This is not unusual.)

What he is up to, is anyone's guess, but it seems to involve going in and out of the various bathrooms, each time removing a toilet roll. These items, he has carefully and unsubtly stashed down various parts of his clothing.

Removing the really large roll was something of a challenge. He had to come back with a screwdriver. But he managed to get it out eventually, and now has it shoved down his shirt.

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[a1enzo]

[timed to immediately after this]

[OOM: Enzo asks AndrAIa a favour.]

( note for Hellboy )