(no subject)

[fluffiest_archadian]

[OOM: From Nabudis to the Salikawood: Days 9-11.

Warnings for violence.]

When the door slides open, there is the sound of raucous partying beyond, or something very much like it: Cheering, revelry, people yelling encouraging but unclear things, music.

Sherral looks moderately delighted when he sees that the bar has taken him.

It's been two years since Nabudis, and it shows, somewhat: He's a good five or six inches taller, broader at the shoulders, sharper-featured, and what was a gash on his cheek is now only just visible as a reddish line. He's dressed for formality, in a dark charcoal grey dress uniform with four medals on the right breast.

"Thank you Faram, for your mercy," he murmurs vaguely upwards. He's going to have to make an extra large offering for this.

Botherable.

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[souffle_girlek]

"Annabelle?" Oswin is scouring the bar, having already searched the floors between hers and the ground floor, and looking frazzled from it. "Annabelle? Come on out, sweetie, you've got to be starving by now!"



(OOC: Relevant to the Oswin-Autor thread, and vaguely NSFW, have this. You're welcome. :D)

OOM: Kate Barlow | Tommy Gavin

[ikissdhimbck]

[Upstairs:



The past is the beginning of the
beginning and all that is and has been
is but the twilight of the dawn.
     – H. G. Wells

Of science fiction, New York, regrets, gifts, and affection. Millitimed to July 18th, the night of the ice skating party. Briefly NSFW in the last few tags.]

What do you MEAN the mun only does multipups anymore?

[lifethatisscratched]

Ratonhnhaké:ton is out by the inlet today. It is quieter out here, now that all the people are gone. He likes the quiet, but he misses the raucous of the crowd - it was special, in its own way, full of energy and life.

(And food. That, too.)

But he hasn't come out here for the solitude. He walks along the shoreline, squatting down every so often to pick up a shell and turn it over in his hands.

Those that pass his inspection are deposited into a leather pouch. Later, when the sun is lower in the sky, he heads back into Bar and requests a wooden drill, a suitable weight, and some water. What better a place to practice making wampum than the end of the universe?

(Catch him outside or in.)

---

Voodoo is in a booth, both boots on the table and a copy of Starship Troopers open in his hands. The spine is bent to hell and gone - but it was like that when he snatched it from Zero's locker.

(He's not a thief, he's just trying to get his shit back.)

Occasionally he scratches his beard or turns a page.

---

What's a farmer-turned-government errand boy to do at the end of the universe?

Well, if you're Mister Marston, you put that time to use cleaning the tools of your trade. If he's truly stuck in this deal with the boys from Blackwater - and, by all indications, he is - he might as well do what he can to weigh the odds in his favor.

A Spencer carbine is partially disassembled on a tabletop, and a cowboy is running a brush down the barrel. The Colt is up next.

---

Mako's not sure how flammable the grass is out back - doesn't want to risk it, really, but he's got to train for the upcoming match against the Tigerdillos.

Relaxing is not an option. It is not.

He's in the gym, in a tank top and shorts. He's practicing some firebending forms on a speedbag, but he's holding his chi back - he doesn't have the money to pay for any damages, not even if he borrowed from Bolin.

(He wouldn't. Not ever.)

(no subject)

[goodnight_nightvale]

There is a man in Milliways. He is neither tall nor short, nor fat or thin. He is wearing a tie. He is having a drink at the bar.



He is new.

He has always been there.

Cecil, welcome... to Milliways.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

After an incident involving a startled ninja rat and a coffee table, Guppy's nose currently looks like he's been in a boxing match. The new junior doctor at work didn't like to ask about it, but eventually he satisfied rumours with a story about slipping in the bathroom and whacking it on the toilet*.

Tonight he is sitting with Fry outside. Fry is showing him his 'Summer School Passport', which has stamps to collect for different activities. Guppy hadn't expected that among the 'Went on a boat' and 'Made a rain shaker' there would some social and life skills, but he's regarding these as a definite bonus.

Currently he is debating with Fry why he can't put laces in Velcro shoes. Come join them!

[*On the basis that an embarrasing lie is more believable.]