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[thefirststark]

Howard enters in shirtsleeves, his tie loosened and his hair mussed back by sweat. This is the sort of thing one expects when he's spent his day in Washington, DC. Even with air conditioning in several government offices, it's too humid for his tastes this time of year. There is a reason he prefers LA. But when there is government business to take care of, it tends to be in DC.

Thankful the Bar is not hot nor humid, Howard orders an iced tea and takes a few moments to cool down.

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[student_of_impossibility]

Tavi's got a particular favorite table in the Bar. It has a good view of the door and as much of the room as he can manage, and his back to a wall. He picked it a long, long time ago. So it isn't terribly surprising that he can be found there today, with a mildly forgotten meal next to him.

However, today he isn't reading a book quietly, though there is a book. Today, his table is mostly covered in papers (not entirely unprecedented). What is odd is that they seem to be drawings, and drawings with notes, and several pages hand-written.

For the moment, however, his pen is set aside and he's absorbed in his book, which bears the (slightly foreboding) title Book of Ingenious Devices.

You want to ask what he's doing, right?

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[fireinthehole]

What travels with Boyd to and from places he lives: books. A couple of cardboard boxes' worth. Some of them are ones he acquired as a child; some of them came from Amazon; a few belonged to his mother and grandmother.

(There's a family Bible in there, down at the bottom, covered up by a big, slightly moldering volume of Shakespeare.)

Boyd Crowder drove past a church yesterday with his windows down, and he heard singing -- loud, old, completely unapologetic. When he came home after a shift, he went digging through one of the old boxes.

Now he sits at the bar, something brown to hand, flipping through an old oblong book, wider than it is tall. He's got to see if he can read the tune -- then maybe he can confirm the words. There should be some kind of reading guide up front.

(at the lake)

[deadman_pirate]

He's back in his own proper shape again--the downside is, he'd rather enjoyed having a tan again; but even so, he prefers his own familiar self--and he's no longer babysitting, which is also good. Babies are nice enough, but they don't understand sarcasm, they can rarely teach any interesting profanity, and they have a tendency to leak. Not his preferred choice of companions, not by a long shot.

Anyway, back to his unlife of confirmed bachelorhood and shore leave. It's a lovely night for a swim, and here he is, having left everything worth stealing up in his room and come down to the lake in just the minimum gear required.

A sailor who can swim--that's a novelty, where he's from.

Botherable.

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche is in the main bar today, with pencils and a good quality sketch pad, drawing.

The girl's face taking shape on his paper is one he hasn't seen in ten years, but lately she's been on his mind - and in his dreams - much more, and it's a fairly good likeness.

From out of the image, Eponine smiles.



[OOC: Recycled post is recycled. Now with a helpful picture!]

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[scurlock]

It's been a busy weekend for Doc - after he'd come in the other night, Dr. McCoy had repaired the damage to his injured knee, and he'd spent the night in the infirmary to recover. The morning after, he'd been fitted for a brace to protect the repair work, given a schedule for PT, and strict instructions on what he was or was not allowed to do until his knee had finished healing completely.

Now, he's sitting downstairs at a table with a good view of the bar, looking out for any friends of his that he's been meaning to talk to. The waitrats have already cleared away his dinner, so he's working his way through a cup of coffee while writing some notes to people.

(If he doesn't run into them tonight, he'll leave them with the bar.)

The brace on his knee is hidden beneath the loose cotton pajama pants he's wearing - he's definitely dressed more casually and modern than he usual is, with just a plain black t-shirt in addition to the pants - and the exhaustion on his features has faded somewhat, thanks to two nights of solid sleep and some supplements Bones had given him to take to help him recover fully, but it's obvious that he's still pretty tired.



[OOC: Botherable, and post will be open until his next one!]

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[sunbaked_baker]

(OOM: Autor had only ever been in one girl's room before... No, wait, make that two. The morning after this, Autor wakes up in Sunshine's bed. Ablution, absolution, answers, and alliteration arise.)

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[vyvyan]

It's been another difficult term, what with them having to use all their grant on that giant party. So Vyv is out for a bit of cash.

As such, he's been out and about 'finding stuff', and has now set up a stall in the bar.

'FOR SALE
TRAFIC CONES
THREE QUID

HUBCAPS
FIVE QUID

ASORTED TOOLS
FIFTY PEE EACH'

He stretches back and waits for the customers to roll in.