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[never_shall_yield]

Soon after this:

As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold

[OOC: Trigger warnings for shock, (minor) self-harm, existential and religious angst.]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Out of Milliways, back at the home of Desmond Lockheart:

"In their best days, there were no less than three Calvert family senators, seven members of the House, and two governors. They even had a top candidate for President, until that scandal with the dog forced him to drop out of the race. I was particularly proud of that one."




Spoilers for Point Lookout DLC for Fallout 3.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Out of Milliways:

Some days Ellen wished she hadn't found out just how many liars there really were in the world. Trying to pick her way through all of the possible half-truths and manipulations gave her a headache.

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[never_shall_yield]

Javert has to hold on to the wall to get down the stairs. He would rather not have to do this, but at some point in the night, it became clear that he was not going to fade away, or die again, or be released from this hell. And so, he had to accept that he needs food, and to clean the cut under his eye. There is also the horse to be cared for, but for once, duty will have to wait. It is hard enough to walk.

He asks the bar for bread. She produces a steak.

'I cannot pay for that.'

A note informs him that on au contraire, his wages from Queen Amy more than cover his bill. He scowls at the evidence on the tab board, but it is another thing that will have to be dealt with later.

'It is extravagance. I will not.'

He is told, in no uncertain terms, that he will not be given anything else. A rat will bring some medical supplies when he is finished. 

Left with no choice, he slinks off to the furthest corner he can find.




[OOC:And I'm out for the night! You are all wonderful humans. <3333 I'll be around tomorrow to continue Yay for masses of uninterrupted playtime! I'm here for eleven hours or so, but post is open for a few days. Night, all! <333]

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[kitchen_maid]

It scandalizes the Court, a little, that Her Majesty the Queen tends to cart the Princes (when they are very small) around in what are (if one wants to be technical about it) marketing baskets lined with very soft blankets.

On the other hand, it has made Messrs. Upsett and Twining, Basketmakers, By Appointment to His Majesty King Algernon, exceedingly happy, as marketing basket business has been very good, and everyone wants one just like the one the newest Prince is currently dozing in.

Amy finds it convenient, and as her son is safe and comfortable, she's not too fussed with anything beyond that. And it does make it ever so easy to take HRH George visiting at the end of the Universe.

Besides, it was good enough for Moses.

So, one Queen settled on a sofa, with one eight-day-old Prince sleeping in his marketing basket and under his Royal Mama's watchful eye.



[OOC: Slowness and intermittence possible.]

Tuesday Happy Hour

[whatisastiles]

When Stiles walks up to Bar and says hi, he's greeted by a small napkin with written instructions "Stiles, you're in charge of food and drinks for the next two hours. You can write your specialties on the chalkboard." Another note follows. Please try not to break too many dishes :)

Now, just as is true for his BFF Scott, Stile's mom does all the grocery shopping. His own efforts to help in the kitchen tend to lead to peanut butter in places where peanut butter does not belong. But he's seven (and a half now), so he can totally handle this. He stands on a stool to write out some specials in a somewhat shaky hand:

SPECIALS
Lunchables - ham, turkey, pepperoni
Chocolate Milk
Coke or Sprite
That sounds like a pretty awesome menu to him, and hopefully nobody will ask for anything else too weird.


[OOC: Aaaannd I think that's about all for the night, folks! Feel free to tag in late if you don't mind insta-slowtime.]

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[the_lioness]

[OOM: Captured.]

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[damncompass]

[ooc: Joshua Donovan's First Case Report.]

Joshua's been in the bar for a while, here and there. Eventually, he makes his way up to the library, curling up in a corner with a book on teleportation.

Catch him downstairs or up!

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

CURRENT vicarialVISITOR [CVV] RIGHT NOW opened a public memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR

CVV: Hey there, everybody.
CVV: About to head into the swamps with Dogmeat in search of something called a Mother Punga Plant.
CVV: Apparently it's taller than a human and it's got a lot of vines, and I'd guess a lot of punga fruit too.
CVV: Turns out the people who grow the punga fruits are a tribe of chem addicts who've all had partial lobotomies to make it easier for them to transcend the material world.
CVV: And that they're being manipulated by an evil psychic disembodied brain, although the lobotomy part makes getting them to do exactly what he asks them kind of hard.
CVV: Oh, and the brain is two hundred years old and used to have a brother in the United States Senate before the War.
CVV: And he wants to extend his psychic dominion over the whole Maryland area.
CVV: And he's holding two Brotherhood Paladins prisoner, assuming he hasn't killed them or brainscooped them or something.
CVV: I need to get the Mother Punga Plant's seeds to get the tribe to let me into their property so I can install a device in their church that'll block the brain's psychic emanations.
CVV: I've already notified Fawkes back home.
CVV: I've been trying to come to the bar for help, but the doors haven't been cooperating.
CVV: So... if I can get back there at some point soon I'll come looking for help, and if not, well, wish me and Dogmeat luck.