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[no_vampires_plz]

[Pre-Milliways: "Shining Julian Armor, you answer me RIGHT NOW." Contains spoilers for "The Crystal Empire part 1."]

A brief burst of cold air and the regular chug of a train engine accompany Twilight's initial entrance into Milliways this morning. She strides purposefully across the room to Bar herself.

"Bar? I need to keep somepony awake and alert as long as possible. What's the largest amount of coffee you can legally serve me?"

Almost hesitantly, a napkin appears on the countertop. I can fill a keg with espresso, it says, but you have to sign a waiver.

"I can live with that."

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[electro_kinetic]

Most girls, when they're in a mood to be exceptionally girly, paint their fingernails. Noriko has a slight problem with that, because she can't see her fingernails on a day-to-day basis, and sees no way to really paint them easily. So she's got her shoes off, jeans rolled up to her ankles to expose her bare toes, which she's painting a bright banana-dayglo yellow.

There may or may not be black and rainbow-colored dots appearing on them as she paints with a delicate little tool.

Long time no see.

[badinlatin]

Mal has a brush in hand at a table...sort of.

It is in his hand, of course. But the brush is actually in pieces, and Mal is cutting a new handle to fit around Tequila's latest horse-hair donation.

Interrupt if you would like, but don't sneak up on him - he's concentrating!

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[hadyougoing]

[not as far out of Milliways as you might think:

Step One: Summon an actual cannibal.

Step Two: Get tranq-darted again and wake up in the woods.

Step Three: ... Wait, what?]

Two for the price of one

[student_of_impossibility]

There's a pseudo-Roman sprawled on a couch near the fireplace. He's got a mug of hot mulled cider and a plateful of crackers and cheese, and has his nose deep in a book on World War II.

---

When this girl enters, she's covered in dust and dirt, exhausted, and is rubbing her neck. There are a few faint marks that might bruise, if she's unlucky.

Blinking as she realizes where she is, she sighs. "Well, it's better than a hospital cafeteria," she announces philosophically to the immediate universe--and the nearest waitrat. "Hey. I need a burger, Coke, and a plate of maple donuts, in that booth. Stat." Beat. "...Thanks."

Clearly both should be disturbed.

First Entrance

[thereisno11]

Private Church (or the Alpha AI, depending on who you talked to) was not having a very goodon backwater planetyear really. First being stuck on a backwater planet guarding a box canyon because the other side had a team on the other side. Then he finally gets off said box canyon, teams up with a crazy soldier and Caboose to find Tex (his ex-girlfriend) and it turns out, non of that actually happened. He was an AI, of course Church being Church didn't believe a single wqord of it. Instead he found himself in Milliways trying to get a door open.

"Come on! Open the damned door! This is fucking stupid. I should be able to open this door." He was sorely tempted to blow up the door by tossing a grenade at it. "This is not funny!"

OOM: The Aftermath of Learning the Truth

[1nv1nc1ble]

[OOM: When someone gets beat near to death, they aren't going to be up and around for a while. But the world keeps moving around them. And eventually, when you're as tough - dare we say, as invincible - as Mark Grayson, they wake up.]

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[mjolnir_retriever]

[OOM: Thor has words with his brother.

Or, well... not so much words. More blows.

And then everything goes really wrong.]

(Warning for very brief and oblique verbal threat of sexual violence to an absent party in the first OOM.)

Let's review...

[herr_bookman]

Determined to get back to work, Autor has taken up not one, not two, but three tables in the corner of the bar--and then he brought down a nightstand from his room. He'd go to the library, but he's still sniffly, and he likes the easy access to tea.

Among the parchment and ink bottles spread out on his tables, he also has a copy of Shakespeare's Henriad, a book on the Tarot, a German history text, some Lunarian sheet music, Homer's Odyssey, a Famicom manual, Drosselmeyer's Prince Und Rabe, a paper bird, some dried healing herbs, a massive census text, and a kiss-stained, inked-up napkin bearing a recipe for croissants.

He seems to be using the Magician Tarot card as a bookmark, and he's consumed his usual seven cups of hyper-caffeinated tea already. Needless to say, the kid is ready to learn and beyond wired.

Feel free to guess which three items he's taking notes on.