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[thefirststark]

It's soon. The invasion of France is about to happen. No one is saying so, of course, but there's a full moon this week, the Howling Commandos have been sent to an undisclosed base and not to another firefight with HYDRA, and Colonel Phillips has been unusually quiet. Never mind the endless rumors.

Howard knows that the big day is almost here. And with it, all the gear his firm has manufactured for the invasion - and all the people he knows that he suspects are part of the invasion force - will be put to the test.

Plus it looks like Rome is about to be liberated.

So forgive Howard if he seems just a bit anxious.

Multipup post -- "writing not killing" edition

[scots_wolf]

Writing, besides reading, is one of the favourite activities among the population of the bar. Among those doing it today are some of the bar's potentially most dangerous denizens: an ancient vampire lady, a sailor-hunting mermaid, and a medieval Scottish hit-man.

Never mind that none of them has done any actual killing lately...

• Lady Margolotta von Überwald is sitting at a table with a mug of cocoa and a stack of newspapers from everywhere on the Disc, which she's excerpting into a little notebook that is remarkably sparkly and non-vampire-like on the outside, and has a little flower ornament printed on the top of every page. Of course, avoiding anything reminiscent of vampire style is part and parcel of the reforms started by her Überwald Temperance League. It doesn't always work, so her writing implement is a huge, dramatic raven quill.
• While one wouldn't usually think a mermaid can read or write (for one thing, the writing materials would get soggy under water), some of them can do it quite fine. Like this one. Tamara is sitting at the bar, sans fish-tail and with shapely legs quite noticeable with her short silken shift dress, a large old sea-chart spread on the bar surface that she is making notes on with a pencil that she's got from the bar.
• Urquhart is sitting by the fireplace with a ledger on the arm of his chair, writing what looks like a list, and ticking off items on other lists as he enters them onto the new one. Franz the dog is lying at his feet, half over them, and snoring softly the way dogs will. Urquhart has got a mug of coffee (spiked with simple blended scotch, actually) at hand, but only very rarely takes a sip from it.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in one corner of the bar, composing a formal email on his laptop.

( Which reads )

He is about to click 'send', before remembering that the chances of it going the right way are minimal in here. He saves it as a draft, and contemplates opening up that level on Angry Birds he can't quite get past.

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[thebesteverseen]

[Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, Adopted-pup, pick-up, drop-in, etc.
Open until he gets another ep or has an oom.]


Steve's still got a folder open in his hands, when he looks up in the middle of that first step, before his foot lands, in that bar. Which isn't the bullpen. What with all the noise. The space. The people.

He only gives the closed door behind him a look, for not being an open doorway. Or his File Room. Maybe he meant to shrug. He doesn't. But he doesn't try the door either.

He goes back to the file in hand, headed for the bar.

He'll decided between coffee and a Longboard when he gets there.