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[crabbycustomer]

( ON THE BULLETIN BOARD, REPOSTED )

The grey kid is at the bar, eating something messy but substantially less gross than usual. Cholerbear ribs don't look very different any other kind of ribs. There's probably something weird and alien about the barbecue sauce though.

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[thefirststark]

Howard's got a nice sized stack of newspapers with him today. Many from New York, a couple from LA, Detroit, Washington. Some from London. But he feels that Stars and Stripes and the BBC aren't giving him enough news about enough things. So it's time to play a little catch-up.

But he can be interrupted with ease.

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[nordthuum]

[[ Before the Storm ]]



...this is not the Bannered Mare.

Which means, last time was not a dream.

...

Well, they serve good mead here, so perhaps they have good food and a bed, at affordable prices? Einar makes his way in, towards the counter. If you do not greet him before, soon the man can be found at a table, entertained by good Nord food and drink.

Highly botherable, he is in good spirits; the big sword resting against the table, close at hand, might be a good conversation starter. Or, you know, anything else about a big Nord type.



[[ Many thanks to amarin for the NPC'ing help and flavoring of the OOM. ]]

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[makesthings]

Sameth likes his sister, there are just some days when he really doesn't want to spend time with her. Today was one of those days, because he can't seem to get anything right and he seems to say the wrong things to her friends.

He's trying to be nice to them but he's missing Kait which is complicated. When he enters Milliways, he's in the process of taking off his surcoat and stops as this will work better.

At the counter, he picks up some spiced wine and a thing of chips as well as a book about civil engineering then finds a seat near the fire.

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[guppy_sandhu]

There is a pleasant smell of cake floating across the bar. That's because there are some freshly baked cupcakes on that table over there, in the circle of chairs. Guppy, Connor and Thirteen have already set up and are ready to go.

LIFE SUPPORT!
OPEN TO ALL!

Worried? Confused? New? Problems here or at home? Want company? Come on over!

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[friendswaffleswork]

Like so many little girls, young Leslie Knope spent her Presidents' Day holidays reading biographies of her country's historical leaders and playing Special Leslie Knope Presidents' Day Trivia with her father.

Well, maybe not like so many little girls. But as she still holds the day in high esteem, every year Leslie holds a Presidents' Day Jamboree for the children of Pawnee, which in better times included a full marching band and special songs about being politically active even before you could vote...

... and in leaner times, like this year, has meant cookies and coloring in the foyer of City Hall.

(There are still sing-alongs, too – it's just that instead of a marching band, she has Andy. But his enthusiasm can usually rival a marching band.)

The Bar appeared as she was leaving her house, which means a few minutes later, Leslie is stationed at a table, which is piled with plastic containers filled with sugar cookies in the shape of American Flags and the Bill of Rights, two tubs of markers and crayons, and stacks of several booklets, including an illustrated guide to U.S. presidents, coloring books with images of important Presidential acts (visible images include FDR speaking into a radio microphone and Richard Nixon shaking hands with Zhou Enlai), and sing-along sheets.

Amidst all this, Leslie has a plate of waffles nearly buried in whipped cream, a mug of coffee, and a stack of blank paper. On one piece, she appears to be sketching a woman's face.