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[hecu_marine]

Ms. Vance is busting her ass at town planning, Dr. Freeman is working with a shitload of people at the Greenbrier to draw up a constitution or at least a charter, and the spring planting is well under way. Shephard's more or less free for a little while back home, so he took the opportunity to ask Ms. Vance for a favor. She gave him her usual 'you are out of your tiny little mind, mister' look, of course. But she did say yes. That's the important part, the yes.

So, yeah, Shephard's going to be taking a few people and going to Brazil just as soon as he can talk the crazy-as-a-bag-full-of-bats boat into teleporting to a suitable part of the Amazon without screwing things up. PIaDOS is one weird little AI sometimes. Useful, though.

That comes later, though. for the moment Shephard's preparing for the trip. He's gonna be bringing some gifts for the Satere-Mawe, plus some general trade goods- nobody's managed to locate coffee beans yet in the post-Combine world but he's heard Mari's people grow and produce guarana, which is at least something. Also he's going to be bringing his bow and a few dozen arrows just in case he get to hunt something while he's there. At the moment he's got a table with some good lighting and he's going over the bow with a very fine sandpaper, and there's a container marked 'Tung oil' and a rag at his table. He'll be taking it outside to shoot with later. And after that there will be beer. He's looking pretty congenial right now, though.

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[hasthehighground]

Clint Barton's at the Bar, with a decaf coffee sitting in front of him. He's watching the light play across the glass of the various bottles of alcohol stocked across from him.

It's been a good day, but a long one. He's wearing a heavy khaki workman's jacket, and to those with the nose for it smells more of gunpowder than usual.

Interrupt his thoughts?

[OOC: Tentatively closed to new threads; slowtimes all around for the ones I have? <3. I should be around the 'net most of this week.]

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[noteful]

[OOM: Immediately before . . . ]

" . . . this works, too."

It's closer than the market and she doesn't need a jacket.

And surely Bar does some kind of party tray, if you ask nicely.

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[valiantrebel]

"We'll be married next I see thee," he'd said, after they'd kissed in private, one last time.

At which Kate's eyes had crinkled, as he was already loving to see them, and she'd smirked. "Unless, my lord, we happen to meet elsewhere."

That had been weeks ago, and though Harry has been as wildly happy as he's ever been in his life, ever since he and his father had left the Mortimers in Hereford, he'd found no door, no passage, and no Kate, for all he's entered every room with hope.

Perhaps because he is not thinking on it -- because Alnwick and Warkworth both are humming with preparations for Harry and his lady-to-be to take up residence and management at the latter -- because he is stuffed to the gills with tailors and bishops and letters to the king, he stops thinking of where he is going, only of escape.

Which is precisely when he steps through, realizes where he is, and beams—in hope.

Even if you aren't Elizabeth Mortimer, this is really an excellent time to meet him.

[[ooc: 4/28 11:25 p.m -- Heading to sleep soon, but this post is open until it scrolls!]]

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[raptorcanaria]

[Out of Milliways:

So many seem so lonely
With no one left to cry to baby,

There's a Heaven above you
And don't you cry tonight.]

In which  surgery is performed, and fruit baskets are exchanged.