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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen thought that someone near her had a Pip-Boy radio on, or some other similarly small device. She did, after all, keep hearing instrumental music.

Then she went home. She still heard it.

It's not coming from her Pip-Boy, and Wadsworth commented on it when she asked him if he heard anything unusual, so it's not just in her head, either. It doesn't sound like any Wasteland music she's ever heard, not even the sort Agatha plays on her station. It could result in some very awkward questions about stuff she's not prepared to tell most of the Brotherhood (and that Elder Lyons genuinely does not want anyone to officially know), so she's done the only thing reasonable and come back to the Bar.

It's getting louder. Which is annoying when you're trying to take apart and clean all the fuel lines in your sword made from motorcycle and lawn mower parts and whatever musical force is shadowing you insists on being all epic and choral about it.

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[herr_bookman]

[OOM: Lunar, finale.
Don't want to leave you
Sorry to grieve you
It's traveling time, and I must move on.]

After Autor stows the carpet he'd picked up on Lunar, he meets Mia for dinner downstairs as planned. He was relieved to find Bar didn't mind giving him a room again.

"Mia," he says, nodding politely as he seats himself. "Thank you for hosting me on Lunar." Then he glances down at his plate. "Though I have to confess, I missed real eggs."

"Giga ant eggs are real," she says, smiling. "Though if you mean chicken eggs, well, Lunar has those, too. That restaurant is just snooty."

Autor blinks, and the fork halfway to his mouth hangs in the air. "Wherein 'snooty' equates to 'horrific'?"

She laughs. "No, 'snooty' in this case just means fancy foods, which are not always so tasty."

And the kid grins.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns! Tag one or both. ETA: Calling slowtimes.]

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[claudiometer]

Claudia had a breakthrough on the mini Tesla project. Between that and the fact that bouncing things off HG is good for productivity no matter what era the woman's currently in, she thinks she might be able to finish her prototype in the next couple days.
...You know, provided the music following her around doesn't crank itself up to eleven before then. She can't justify it as stuck in her head anymore, even if she hadn't been told it was happening. But hey, in the meantime at least it's good music to work by.
So: Claudia, at a table covered in Tesla parts, working on the downscaled version. Alternately, repositoryBadger is signed on.

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[daringyoungman]

He comes into the bar at a downwards angle, moving at a speed one would associate with an eleven year old boy, although perhaps not everyone would expect a boy to be moving that fast under gravity.

Dick has, in fact, just this second launched himself down from a flagpole, where he'd been entertaining himself, because he just saw Wilhelm the lion tamer head into the Big Top and Dick thought he'd see if he could hand out with the tigers Gunther and Gerbel for a bit. Typical stuff for the child of trapeze artists, right?

So when he lands in what was supposed to be the Big Top and turns out to be a solid building - never mind a bar - he's taken by surprise.

Surprise manifests itself in a small boy in a leotard, standing with his hands on his hips, daring the universe to tell him what's going on.

First Entrance

[the_force_abides]

The Wampa's Paw is safely docked with repairs and refueling begun, so the scruffy looking man who calls himself Korvas makes his way to the space station's cantina for his own bit of refueling. He is startled by the cleanliness of the cantina, though not by the mix of species. Okay there are some surprises as winged sentients are rare and he doesn't think he has ever seen the brightly color four legged creatures before but the galaxy is a vast place. He sits, orders caf and some finger food from another odd species and he wonders how such a small life form can carry so much.

Then his eye catches the Observation Window and while the galaxy holds many sights, nothing compares to that. The variety of music, which all seems to be playing at once, is odd as well.

[Tiny Tag: Quinlan Vos]

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[ellectrical]

Not too long after this, Elle and X wander back into the bar. Elle's left shoulder has finally been cleaned and bandaged, and she's making a very diligent effort of not picking at it. Her eyes stay ahead as they make their way through the room, until she nudges X in the direction of a booth. X takes a seat first, and Elle slips in next to her, dropping the folder she'd still been carrying onto the table in front of them.

After a couple minutes of quiet conversation between them, Elle flags down a passing waitrat.

And not too long after this, she's lifting a tray from the rat onto the table.

Tomato soup and milk for X, grilled cheese and a chocolate milkshake for Elle.

Decapitation, explosions, and emotional fallout will make any girl hungry.


[ooc: This is an open, two-mun EP that is... milliwavily several days late! And as a warning, they may together be kind of the worst at being socially interactive at this moment. But if that sounds entertaining to you, feel free to tag!]

First Entrance

[wild_colts]

It wasn't going to be a normal evening, Almanzo knew. Not just because they had a guest over, but it might be the last night the guest was over in one piece.

But chores still have to be done, and Almanzo took himself outside to collect firewood. It was twilight, and the kindling pile was getting low, so he took the basket and headed towards the trees.

He steps through two trees and reaches down for a smooth stick, which he is about to put in the basket, when he becomes aware that he's walking on a hard wooden floor.

He stands up, drops the stick, and staaaares.

There didn't used to be a building here, he's sure. Who built a saloon on Father's land?!

Do so do so do so do so-la-ti-do

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[claudiometer]

CURRENT repositoryBadger [CRB] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD

CRB: So it seems there's something strange in the neighborhood.
CRB: If anyone else is being followed around by music, my brother and I are looking into it.
CRB: You can bug us in person (there's a photo on the notice board with the paper version of this) or on here (he's rheticusProtege).
CRB: There's free drinks in it for your trouble.

In addition to the T-Minus memo, there's the plain paper kind tacked onto the notice board, along with a photo of the Donovans.

(OOC: This one's subject to insta-slowtime, but it'll be open for tagging in through Monday or so. Tag either or both. [Slowtime goes double if you tag Joshua, though.])

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[waco_jim]

It doesn't take Jim long to notice it. Only about halfway into his second glass of whiskey.

An oddly catchy little ditty fills the air around him. Why, it's positively glamtastic. This is what the kids were listening to about when the movie came out, wasn't it? He's not sure if he remembers. But it's clearly not coming out of any speakers.

"Huh. A soundtrack. That's never happened in here before."

He shrugs it off and keeps drinking.

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[orange_lily]

Okay, as it turns out, having really excited sounding music playing around you nearly constantly can be a little grating on a person's nerves.

So today, for a change, Yugo isn't smiling. He's sat at a booth with earplugs (they don't help much), rubbing his temples, eyes shut. There's a plate of cookies (so moist) and a bottle of beer on the table, untouched.

Botherable.

BECAUSE BETHAN IS SEVEN MILLI-YEARS OLD TODAY

[necessary_child]

Sam is sitting at the bar, where he has acquired a tiny, obnoxiously pink cupcake with a candle in it.

It has been some time, but the candle has not gone out. He is intrigued, mainly because he can't sense any magic on it.

But he's humming 'happy birthday' under his breath, in spite of himself.