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[hecu_marine]

Shephard is more or less always writing whenever he's in the Bar, unless he's out at the target range or doing PT. Usually, though, it's unattended writing- letting his prosthetic hand keep spilling out the life stories of every Marine who died since Black Mesa into the troll-made data tablet. A quarter of a million biographies take a long time to write.

Today's different. Today he's got actual paper, and it's not so much a story or a historical account as a list:

- Seed bank recoveries
- Locate surviving adult farm animals
- Brazil (Mari's people)
- Recruitment drive (start @ Extra Point)
- Svalbard- NOT UNTIL SPRING AT THE EARLIEST
-

... and he's staring at that next line on the paper, drumming his pen absently against the table as he tries to think of what has to come next.

At least he's got coffee, but he could probably use distraction or something besides.

Andrea Nash - Firing Range

[masterofgunfu]

 Andrea is making the best of what she sees as a bad situation. Bar had refused to give her either real guns or live ammunition but had instead given her two pistols armed with paintballs. Now Andrea is alternating between single targets and multiple, all the while growing more and more frustrated as stray breezes are messing with her aim. Of course, her idea of bad aim–5-10 mm off–might not be the same as anyone else's.

Damn but she misses her P226s.

[OOC: And just to avoid confusion, Millitimed to the day before Ellen's return EP.]

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[1nv1nc1ble]

Scotland must be cold and clear somewhere in the Multiverse, because it's a beautiful clear sky that Invincible is hovering in Out Back. It's remarkably colder than the sky of his own early May skies back home, but it's also lacking a lot of the baggage of recent days. Between dealing with the fallout of Omni-Man's betrayal, everyone at school alternating between walking on eggshells around him and wanting to talk to him about his father's "car accident" (thanks to Cecil for that cover story), and finding his mother drinking herself nearly to unconsciousness in the kitchen, it's getting difficult to just figure out how to live his life. (To say nothing of the ordinarily busy life of being a superhero on call to the government.) Sometimes, a guy's just got to find a nice multidimensional Bar to give himself time to think. Or possibly take a nap; it's hard to say behind those mirrored goggles.

In short, one teen superhero, hovering a few hundred feet above the Back Yard, thinking. (Or napping, maybe.)

There's a full moon in the sky

[masterofgunfu]

Outside tonight, the full moon fills the sky and it is the hour of the wolf, or other shape-shifters. There is a shadow running in the woods, reveling in the glory of her potency. Back home she is unnatural, an abomination to some, but here, here she is free. 

She's not hunting, not for food anyway, but she might stalk you.

[OOC: Millitimed to tonight. Slowtimed but open for any and all though Andrea likely won't interact with you unless you are a shape-shifter.]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways: Senior Paladin Tristan gave Ellen a mission- go and find out what happened with the raiders who attacked their water caravan. She stopped at Milliways and got some assistance. The results were bigger than expected.]

Ellen's still in her Chinese stealth suit when she opens the door from the Capital Wasteland and lets her companions back in. There was neither time nor reason to change out of it, after all. "Okay, we're clear," she says. "Does anyone mind if I get something to drink first? I'll fill you in on the details in a minute..."

Happy Hour

[student_of_impossibility]

It's been quite a while since Tavi did any bartending, so he's more than happy to agree when a waitrat delivers a napkin-with-a-note alongside the meal he orders. He hasn't done much socializing lately.

On the other hand, he's rather short of ideas.

Specials
Ale
Wine
Half off for interesting mixed drink requests

[[ooc: open till further notice!]]

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[tiltingwithlips]

Elizabeth is, on occasion, obliged to entertain noblemen seeking a wife.

Elizabeth is, on these occasions, extremely anxious to get out of Hereford. She knows she'll have to be married one day -- one day soon, no doubt -- but she has yet to meet a suitor who is not too old, or dull, or harsh, or politically ill-advised, or all four at once. Today's suitor is primarily dull. And shy. And dull.

When Milliways appears through the door to the solar, she heaves a sigh of relief and hastens through. The escape is extremely welcome today.