oom

[gavin62truck]

[ OOM:

blackness
blackness
blackness


Then, a gasp for air -- immediately followed by choking, gagging. ]




[ OOC: Warning for gory imagery. ]

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[never_shall_yield]

Luke 5:32 - I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen has seen some fairly repulsive things in her life, both on the metaphorical and on the purely physical level. This more or less goes without saying in a post-nuclear world; even if you spend your entire existence sealed up in a Vault there are going to be some things that just turn your stomach- and once you get out onto the surface it's really not going to get any nicer. But generally she's been pretty good at dealing with it. Andale was probably the worst; Vault 92 was pretty close behind. The latter she walked away from, taking the one thing of worth the place still had concealed. The former she burned to the ground, and if you ask her the world is better for it.

Given her experience she probably should have known better than to read the contents of the little pocket notebook she found on the man Dogmeat killed in her defense in the Point Lookout swamps. Probably, but she didn't.

If she'd known about the contents of that notebook she would never have set foot on the Duchess Gambit, not while Tobar the ferryman still lived. How she and Cross are going to get home when neither of them knows how to drive a boat she doesn't know, but she'll deal with that later. Dogmeat did the world a favor when he tore the man's throat out. The fact that they'd trusted him for any time at all- that he'd gotten close enough to even get the knife out while she was under the punga plant's influence-

Well, there are ways to feel clean and there are ways, and this is not the kind of thing that you can wash away with a shower. She no longer has the ammunition for the alien pistol, but Jerald's courtship gift is its own kind of cleansing fire; so if you happen to go out back and spot someone practicing sword drills with a straight blade wreathed in lightning, it's just Ellen working through a few things.

She'll be happy to talk as soon as she's done.


[OOC: Sorry for all the links! Just wanted to make sure the references were available, I keep forgetting how much backstory she's accumulated by now.]

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[an_honest_man]

 John Silver is a man who knows his way around a kitchen.  Even one that's gleaming with more steel than the entire British Navy's armory.  And this kitchen is a sea cook's dream.  The pantries are stocked to the ceiling, and there's cold storage with fresh meat and eggs and even cheese.

First off, he wants a joint.  Something that isn't pig or bird.  A proper beef joint, like a fine gentleman would have for his Sunday dinner.  And he's going to make it himself.  There's something disturbing about having rats handle his food.  They gave up trying to shoo him out of the kitchen when he waved his crutch at them, nearly taking one's head off.

'Go on!  Bleedin' vermin.  I run a fine establishment, and there are no rats in the larder!'  Well, at least not for long, anyway.  'Get out, or I'll find a cat to turn loose in here, and then you'll see what for!'

He'll have this place up to snuff in no time, given half a chance.

Thalia Grace - Main Bar

[chameno_koritsi]

[OOM: Thalia learns a hard lesson in leadership, meets an old friend and adopts a puppy.]

Thalia comes in from the harsh sun of Nevada today, sporting a split lip, a bruised cheek and a black eye. She's also limping, just a bit, if you care to notice. There is a big smile on her face though and a brown puppy poking its head out of the front of her hoody. Catching sight of where she's ended up, she shakes her head and smiles, only to wince at the lip.

Making her way to the bar, she orders a large ice tea and some nursing formula for the puppy.

[OOC: Likely to be sporadic tonight and tomorrow but she's been making noises.]

oom: robot and girl vs. the world

[hadyougoing]

[but not actually out of milliways: Ava finds Baby in the Security office, saddened by Andrew's absence and statistically probable peril. She proposes an idiosyncratic form of distraction.

Think Mean Girls. But with robots!

Apologies to Ellen Park, Ida, and Javert.]

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[spit_it_out]

Bruce comes in when it's too dark to work anymore. He's dirty, and sweating, and smells of sawdust and earth. He should get cleaned up, except he's starving - and really, people have seen him in a worst state, here.

On the upside, the grounds are starting to look more like they should. And there's a pile of firewood on the edge of the forest that should last the next five winters. It keeps him occupied, and away from people, and if he has to get used to a few blisters on his hands, then so be it. Though when he's done, he'll be happy never to see a saw, or axe, in his life again.

Bar provides food. He even accepts a beer. He still heads to a booth out of the way of most people, but he doesn't hide his face too much as he goes. Possibly this means it's a good day.

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[ask_the_right_questions]

Erik enters from his lab. Well, not exactly his lab, but it was a door between his lab and his room on site at Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S.

So, he's in a lab coat and there's a pencil tucked behind his ear, and Milliways is a very welcome sight. There's only so much time a person can spend on a secure base before they begin to crave outside interaction. Also, meals not cooked to a tight budget.

Hence, the stop at the bar to pick up a pint of ale and a solid meal. Then, he can be found in a booth. Do stop by.