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[boston_bruiser]

We won't lie - Voodoo looks like he passed out on his couch last night, and he smells like it, too.

(The former is because he did, and the latter is - well, you try passing out on your couch in the middle of a midsummer heatwave, see if you don't sweat a little.)

But he looks to be in okay spirits as he pauses in the doorway.

"Well, fuck-a-doodle-doo. Thought I'd lost this place."

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[daringyoungman]

[OoM: Following Robin's encounter with a different Bruce Wayne, and the subsequent adventure in an alternate batcave,
Batman and Robin have a meaningful father-son conversation.
Or you know, they don't. But they do stop an arms deal, which is sort of the same thing.]

[One day I won't be posting OOMs from different versions of Dick on alternate days. Today is not that day and tomorrow is definitely unlikely. This is Young Justice!Robin]

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[sunbaked_baker]

Suffice to say, it's been an eventful night off from work. Not that Sunshine is really eager to recount those events; however successful they ultimately were, they weren't enjoyable. They were not enjoyable enough that she's going to have to stay at the bar for a few days in order to be presentable at work tomorrow. She may or may not have caught up on lost sleep by then.

So there's a battered baker flopped on the couch, this afternoon. With her red hair, bright blue shirt and lime-green shorts, her skin decorated with the yellowy-purple of bruises, reddish scabbed-over scrapes and patches of white bandages, she is very nearly a rainbow. A very sore rainbow, with a sizable ice-pack numbing what might be a pulled muscle in her back, and a heating pad comforting whatever the vindictive hells she managed to do to her right shoulder.

Any movement - even just to reach for her cup of tea - makes her muscles protest, so she may just have to be content with reading the latest issue of Vegetarian Gourmet and letting her tea get cold.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[OOM: Sometime after this post: New York.]

Ellen couldn't quite bring herself to go straight home to the Capital area after visiting New York City as Steve Rogers' guest. She stayed at the Bar last night instead. She'll be going home shortly, but for now she has boots to repair (she should probably get new ones but it never hurts to know how to repair your own gear). Might as well work on patching them up here first.

Not that she's so focused on the boots that she wouldn't stop to talk if someone came by, you understand.

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[orange_lily]

[OOM: In which there is multi-lingual Disney, Phantoms, talon-fives and becoming a Rider.]

The door opens on something grey and shifting, like smoke, and a figure in shining (and possibly slightly glowing) red and gold armour steps through. Pauses. Peers at the bar.

It's been nearly six months. Yugo wasn't expecting to see the bar again at all, let alone at this - admittedly slightly inconvenient time.

"Dude," he says, and although the armour distorts his voice into a deep, supervillain boom, his inflections are at least recognisably his. "Surpriseharsh."

As if to stop him from trying to leave, the door slams shut behind him.

Botherable.

Not really bartending?

[fowl_beast]

There's an impressively sized chicken perched on Bar's countertop. It wasn't there a just a moment ago. Maybe it is tonights bartender, maybe it is not. Either way, there is nothing on the specials board yet.

Chickens don't have hands, you see.

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta is out back, lounging in the grass in the warm sunny afternoon.

Her young daughter toddles through the flowers, occasionally stopping to chase a butterfly, or to bring her mother back something she found on the floor.

"Thank you." Carlotta says, on receipt of her fifth pine cone, picking up the other four and juggling them. Molly watches, giggling.