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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways:

After Ellen and Ambriel defeated Professor Calvert the evil two-hundred-year-old disembodied psyker brain, there was still work to be done. Ellen secured Voodoo's help to:

Recover the evil, sinister lorebook known as the Krivbeknih;
Explain to Obadiah Blackhall that the Krivbeknih was not even close to being what it seemed; and
Return Ellen, Star Paladin Cross, Paladins Whydah and Morgan, and a bunch of tech recovered from the Professor's labs to the Brotherhood of Steel.

Voodoo then went back. Ellen had some more things to deal with first.]

Things at home are in order. Ellen's feeling better- a little, anyway. Ideally, this would be time to go and sleep in the barracks until she gets her morning orders. Apparently, that's not going to happen.

Well, she could use a drink. Ellen heads up to the Bar, adjusting her dark green uniform a little, and secures herself a Sam Adams. One of the nice things about Milliways is that you can find a place to sit and be sure that you're surrounded by secure walls and a nice solid ceiling, and none of the sickness that breeds in swamps is going to find you. And if it does, there's probably someone around who can kick it in the teeth before it gets very far.

... she's had a rough time of it, what can we say.




[OOC: I got tired of trying to work out how to include a mention of changes to her appearance; for a better idea of what she looks like at the moment, please consult this post. I'll be linking to it in future as needed. Thanks!]

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[adamantiumloner]

It's raining outside.

Logan doesn't particularly mind the rain, but he's not all that opposed to creature comforts either (no matter what he or his rep might tell you). And so, he's kicking back in one of the overstuffed chairs by the fireplace, feet up, beer in one hand, cigar in the other, watching the fish swim around in the flames.

Happy Hour /Sam Axe /Burn Notice.

[hoochedseal]

Sam walks in to the door he was feeling pretty good until he was checking out the ass on some hottie that was passing by him when he walks in to the bar knocking a few glasses off with a shattering of glass. Luckily our flip flop wearing hero avoids cuts in his feet. He finds a broom and sweeps it up, going to the bar he gets a note with his Mojito. Thank you for cleaning up the mess, this one is on me, I'll need you to cover my rest.

With a shrug he takes his drink behind the bar, getting the chalk he writes down the specials.

 

 

Specials Today

Mojitos (plain, mango, and strawberry.)
Bloody Marys (spicy or mild)
Mai Tai's (Normal or with Mango Rum)
Miller 64

Then finds a radio putting on some bad 80's music that fit his mood, and well was very Miami.

OOC: Come one come all have fun thread up try to confuse our barman, this is in honor of tonight's Series Finale and all post will be before Clem's

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[damncompass]

[OOM: And only one will survive,
I wonder who it will be.
This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.

In which Joshua has a meeting, and has it out with Artie.]

Joshua stomps into the bar in a suit, going directly over to Bar herself and plunks down on a stool. "Strongest thing you've got, Bar."

A napkin appears.

"Ok, maybe not that strong. Just... strong."

He gets a fairly large mixed drink, and takes a sip. "That works, thanks."

Taking his drink to a table, he pulls a book out of his bag and swears a lot to himself.

Feel free to come over! He's just mad. Mostly at himself.

[ooc: Post open until the weekend's out!]

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[the_cupbearer]

This evening Ganymede is lying on his back on a couch, with a very tiny fox cub resting on his chest. He's reading to it out of a novel on his lap, turning pages with one hand while he pets the tiny fox's ears with the other.

Egil is adorable infant, whether in human shape or fox; Ganymede would welcome anyone who thinks otherwise to prove it.