Gun Range

[luvs_yogurt]

He's going back to Miami - he knows he has to go eventually, he can't lay low forever. No matter what the mystery woman on the end of his phone has in store for him, he'll go back and face it. And possibly die trying to get back the only life he's ever known.

That doesn't mean he has to go in unprepared.

As such, he's putting in a little time at the range. His trusty SIG-Saur and a battle scarred AK-47 are loaded with ammunition to spare for tearing apart some targets at maximum range. Methodically, he starts with the pistol - working on a neat chest cluster.


[ooc: I'm slow tagging all weekend, feel free to catch him at any stage of the practice.]

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[iambetadraconis]

[OOM The First: Rabastan's new job: the first month. [Millitimed to before this.]

OOM The Second: The highs and lows of rock-keeping. [Follows this post.]

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[pullsneedles]

Spring, which is quickly becoming Lucas's favorite season, has come to Milliways once more. The boy is outside preparing the garden for the coming warmth and new life. After a while, he takes a break and sits right there in the middle of his work. His face and hands are smeared with dirt muddied with sweat, his feet bare and toes wriggling in the loose soil as if he himself is trying to take root.

In this moment, at least, everything feels right.

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[venusadept_2]

[OOM: Buddy, you're a boy,
Make a big noise playing in the street;
Gonna be a big man some day!]

Behind Milliways, there are the grounds.
On those grounds, there are trees.
One of those trees, which doesn't necessarily get as much attention as you'd think, is able to move its branches about.
Beneath this particular tree is a tunnel. It doesn't usually lead anywhere.

Today, a young man comes flying out of that tunnel with remarkable force and accuracy. He is launched through the air, over some portion of the grounds, and through the conveniently open door of the bar. He lands, somewhat disheveled and out of breath, half under an unoccupied table. (A small stick of wood rolls away, knocked by his hand. Somewhere, a brief fanfare plays.)

[Ya got mud on your face, you big disgrace!]

[OOC: Open until it scrolls! For the record, the Queen song is not actually playing; my linktext got away from me.]

First Entrance

[markedcard]

Paris.

Paris is very nice, for all of the five minutes he's been wandering around the city, visiting the Eiffel tower and the Seine like a good little tourist. There's a standing invitation to an estate in New York, but that's across the ocean and definitely for another day. He spies a little club just up the street from the sidewalk cafes that seem to litter this city, nudging open the door with a shoulder and stepping up into--

"Huh."

Well. The place didn't look this large from outside. Merlin shuts the door behind him, idly rubbing a spot on his left wrist, and looks around for anything resembling a bar counter. Tall, dark haired, dressed in jeans and a Pink Floyd shirt under a leather jacket, he probably looks a little out of place.




[ooc: fyi, he's been rebooted. going with 'logrus madness period' for people who knew him last time, meaning he won't remember anyone. brand spanking new otherwise. ping if you have questions.]

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[hecu_marine]

The music that's been following Shephard around is getting loud enough to get on his nerves. Doesn't matter where he goes or what he does, the damn tune just keeps playing and playing and won't fucking shut up.

Obviously there is only one thing to do, and that is fight fire with fire.

People in Shephard's vicinity aren't likely to hear "Tarzan Boy" tonight. Shephard has acquired a drumset and is currently imitating Scott Travis' performance from the opening portion of "Painkiller". And he intends to keep it up as long as physically possible, thank you very much.

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[iambetadraconis]

So. About that rock thing.

Turns out they were right and it would wear off on its own.

And Rabastan is nursing a kind of fad hangover. As he wonders just how in the world a Milliways veteran succumbs to bar weird when he's supposed to know when it occurs and how to avoid it.

[If he ever sees a rock again it'll be too soon.]

Whiskey. Fireplace. Knitting.

Television tuned to 60s pop for noise [specialty music channels FTW].

And one wizard who'd rather talk about anything other than fads and pet rocks.

I'm sure he's amenable for socialising. :x

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[damncompass]

[OOM: The Wierdest Shit is Still to Come. In which Joshua goes home for a bit, and makes a couple discoveries.]

The door flies open and Joshua comes in, music playing around him.

Stomping over to Bar, he sighs. "Hey, Bar, can I have a room?" A key appears with a number next door to Claud's. "That'll work."

Joshua walks upstairs, out of the bar, and out of his own frustration.

[ooc: Mostly plot-locked to Claudia. He'll be back and in a better mood tomorrow.]

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[52_dropoff]

Charlie sits on a rafter, thinking. He's got his mask on for the first time in a long while. Since sometimes he does his best thinking that way. Clearly, he's got a lot on his mind.

He doesn't expect any company up here, but he also wouldn't mind if someone decided to visit nonetheless.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting by the fire, with Coral sitting on his knee, reading a book about dogs.

"Out of the gate,
And off for a walk,
Went Hairy Maclary
From Donaldson's Dairy." Guppy reads.

"And Hercules Morse,
as big as a..."

"Horse!" Coral says, clapping her hands.

Come join them! If you do, you might notice the little ditty that hums each time they turn the page.

Multi-pup post -- with music!

[ostro_goth]

The music is by now following a number of people around. Among them are:

Teja, who seems not to mind the strains of dark cello music that fairly cling to him; he is sitting by the fireplace, reading, and stretching out his legs while his own personal sound-scape wafts around him.

Urquhart, who hums along to the Goliard's Confession, as it's a raucous and slightly nasty song he quite liked when he was alive. The dog, however, seems slightly annoyed by it, and will occasionally whine a little.

There are some that aren't affected, though, among them Ned Poins, who casually drifts from one of the afflicted to the other, as he finds them, and listens to their music. How interesting, strange, and magical!