The beginning of the end again

[fairy_fixit]

Earlier, when she finally completed the teleporter in her room, she could find no reason to linger in Milliway and left via the front door. Which... she was anticipating trouble opening without assistance, but thankfully the door knob and the door itself were more appropriately sized for someone of her proportions and ability.

What awaited her back home was a crisis.

Gods. At war. AGAIN. And over the divine power shed by the murder of...

She's visibly distraught and at a table, working on a variety of teeth, carving out patterns on the surface and drilling channels through the teeth. The channels through the teeth and the etchings on the surface will get filled with magic-conductive compounds eventually, but for now the etching and carving and drilling is distracting her from the fact that Milliways isn't exactly the best place to get away from the gods. There were even more here.

It distracts her from the fact that the land out back looks gouged and torn up, as if there was god fight here while she was away.

It distracts her from the memory of having to work so near to the terrifying divine power of two gods engaged in battle that she could feel her life trying to escape her body to serve their wills. THEIR WILLS.

It distracts her from the knowledge that she is crafting these teeth to keep the entry to Zanaris safe. And when she is done here, she'll have to go back into that battlefield to install them into the new improved security system.

She needs a better distraction. Even the May Punch isn't helping.

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[daringyoungman]

It's been a few weeks since Dick has been to the bar. In that time, he's really hardly even thought of the bar, as preoccupied as he has been with Bruce and training and Batman and more training.

Since his parents died he's been learning to fight from X, but that was a distraction from the pain of loss than anything else. Batman has a definite aim in mind and a goal for Dick: to find the man who killed his parents and to face him down. Dick has spent every waking hour since then in preparation, learning not just how to fight, but battle tactics, body conditioning, combat training and use of the bo staff.

For the very few people who might notice, the Dick that comes into the bar right now isn't the same Dick that came in three weeks ago. He moves subtly differently, his eleven year old muscles flex into slightly different shapes. More importantly though, he moves with a purpose the lost nestling of the last couple of months has never had.

A purpose that takes him to the bar, where there is a burger and a milkshake already waiting for him. A growing boy needs his protein.

[DCU!Dick]

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[chrysopteron]

After coming back to Milliways, Iris very quietly asked for a room key - her room key, from very long ago - and went to sleep.

Peace and privacy, for the first time in over a decade.

This morning, Iris woke up and tried to open her Door. It is visible, but the knob doesn't even budge.




Now, several hours later, Iris has asked the bar for some water. The glass remains mostly untouched while she starts composing several letters.

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[damncompass]

[OOM: Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now

In which Joshua and Claudia snag Bartolomeo Scappi's Stock Pot and remember how to be siblings.]

The door opens, and Joshua and Claudia walk in, laughing. "Ok, so Pete's face when we said that Chuck was using an Artifact?"

"Oh man, that was awesome. I just wish I'd had a camera."

They go to Bar, order a couple drinks, and sit down at a table with a deck of cards. Come join them!

[ooc: Tag one or both!]

message board // invitation

[srspirate]

Tonight, Porthos can be seen furiously scribbling away with quill and parchment. Periodically, he pauses to quibble with Madam Bar.

"Of course I know what I am doing!" says he. "Well, what would you have me say?"

His taste is beyond reproach, but for the sake of peace he allows the Madam to assist. What transpires moments later is a new addition to the message board, invitation affixed with a finely penned parchment addendum.


M. Porthos du Vallon invites all
to attend a fete of particular magnificence
to honor the most desirable
Mlle. Dinah Lance
on her remotion to Star City
On the coming week-end
at midday
Do Not Be Late

Hands on his hips, he appraises his work with a satisfied sigh. Now, to acquire a suitable tribute!


(OoC: Reaction tags and Party Business only, please and thank you! If your pup has questions or thinks they'd like to assist, Porthos can be found at the bar.)

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: Carlotta goes to pick Will up from the police, and gets something of a shock.]

The takings from the show tonight were good, but not enough to make up the numbers. Carlotta has been going through the accounts for hours, trying to work out where she's going to find thirty pounds, and finally resorted to phoning her father.

Having only got his secretary, who informed her that her father is away somewhere in Manchester, she's now come to the bar to think, and go through the accounts one more time.

Interruptible.

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[orange_lily]

[OOM: The Life and Death of the Weresheep Phantom, or 'Yugo Finds Out About A Big Bad.']