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[guppy_sandhu]

The discussion with Gene didn't fully reassure Guppy about whether Autor was dangerous or not. But in the meantime, his level of anxiety has significantly settled down, which makes it easier to think constructively.

Having spent an hour training in the gym, he heads outside into the sunshine to the training dummies. With calculated eye, he approaches one of the punching bags, and hits it hard at just the right angle.

Well, he thought it was the right angle, except the first thing it does is to swing back and knock him over.

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[immortalthief]

Out back there is an immortal, wearing old time leather armor, practicing with her sword. Beads of sweat have begun to drip down her forehead, every so often she stops to drink some water or to close her eyes and enjoy the sounds of Milliways.

(the next day)

[winter_arrows]

[previously: Picking up strange men in bars.]

She's got to go home sometime, she knows--and really, as awkward as the 'hey, weren't you pregnant when I saw you an hour ago?' conversation with her husband will surely be, it's bound to be better than being here and having to deal with her father.

But she could still use a few more drinks before she goes home; which is why she is here at the bar, all dressed up in the gold and finery that befits the wife of the god of wealth, enjoying a breakfast of vodka and grilled shark.

Botherable. Not particularly unpleasant, even.

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[morethanprops]

Moist is in a good mood when he enters Milliways from outside his current hotel room, he has a nice job building that should have a lovely payoff.

It doesn't require too much of him and he's in navy suit, its what a bank clerk on their way up would wear and as he enters, he loosens his tie.

At the counter, he begins to order a coffee then changes it to a glass of wine before turning around to see who's about tonight.

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[displacedmartian]

Ginsberg is starting to suspect that this Milliways place is not, in fact, a really vivid dream. He'd brought a napkin back home with him, as instructed, and upon waking up the next morning, the napkin had still been there on his nightstand.

He hasn't actually tried to use it until now, when escaping his grouchy coworkers seems like a pleasant enough prospect to be worth trying something crazy. He tunes out the heated political debate Stan and Mathis have gotten into and slips a hand into his pocket, holding onto the napkin and concentrating and trying to imagine himself being teleported to the end of the universe, or whatever's supposed to happen. Nothing does.

More disappointed than he should be, he sighs and gets up. "I'm gonna go take a whiz," he announces to the room, and opens the door to leave the creative lounge.

Oh. So that's how it works.

Clearing his throat and giving a waitrat a wide berth, he sits down at the Bar and tries to figure out how this voice-activation thing is supposed to work. "Hello? Anybody there?" He squints down at the Bar's surface, trying to see if there's anything out of the ordinary. "You got a menu I can look at?"

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[raptorcanaria]

[Out of Milliways:

In which friends and new acquaintances help Dinah move home, and Star City is attacked.]


[OOM: Some threads still ongoing.]