Note on the general notice board

[ostro_goth]

Attention all denizens of Milliways!

Beware the were-wolves!!

Tonight, tomorrow and on Friday night are the three nights around the full moon, when the wolfmen may roam freely outside, as is their right. Do not go out while the moon is out, so you will not be bitten! Inside, you are safe as ever.

- TTT

That posted, Teja goes and sits at a table in the middle of the room, working on some papers from Security. There are ever more papers to be seen to.

He is making a report of the dealings with Tepesh.

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[cook_the_rude]

 [[Almost OOM: Kate Barlow's third therapy session with Dr. Hannibal Lecter]]

[ETA: (addition by Kate-mun) Warning for depiction of a disaster-event triggered anxiety attack.]


[[meta: don't go looking for the second session. there is no seccond session. we handwaved it. we thought the third would be more interesting, for reasons.]]

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[empath_wiggin]

Because mun is NOT HAPPY with a movie 'spoiler'

Valentine has snuck into the bar from school. Math tests are stupid, especially when you were teaching your brother higher maths when you were six.

She's set up her laptop (looks like a tablet with a keyboard, holographic projections currently turned off) on a table and is typing away. Every so often she stops and goes to Bar for some juice.

She has her T-minus beside her, so fawkesianPundit is signed on.

Please feel free to bug her, or chastize her for being here instead of school.

(no subject)

[souffle_girlek]

(Not-Really-OOM: If there were medals given out to people who herd skittish civilians through the dull horribleness after trauma, Clint Barton would have just earned one.)

exit post

[hasthehighground]

at some indeterminate point after dinosaurs, doctors, and (d)Oswin(s).

Clint has the Bar make four identical copies of ( his letter. )

He tucks in the first keychain (which says "Be Meso-tastic, NATALIE," and is shaped like a triceratops) in with the first envelope, labeled Dee.

Clint considers the second keychain. It seems like the whole 'N' section got lodged in the windshield wipers. The little raptor yelling "Welcome to The Mesozoic Experience, NICK" is probably too risky to give his boss as a gift. Clint's reckless, but he's not stupid.

He gets a sticky note and writes "sample from world, for testing etc.," putting it on the keychain. There. He tucks it his boss's unmarked envelope.

Task completed, he picks up his phone from the Bar, and heads out the door.

[ooc: open for reaction-tags only, thanks! He'll be back in late October at the latest :)]

Notice

[crabbycustomer]

ATTENTION BAR DENIZENS

OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY EMPATHY BLADDER I, KARKAT VANTAS, HAVE CHOSEN TO SHARE WITH YOU AN EXTREMELY USEFUL COMMUNICATION UTILITY FROM MY REALITY, SUITABLY PARED DOWN AND SIMPLIFIED FOR EASE OF USE.

IT IS CALLED T MINUS.

IT IS A CHAT CLIENT. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A CHAT CLIENT IS, IT IS A SYSTEM FOR LONG-DISTANCE TEXT-BASED COMMUNICATION BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE OVER THE INTERNET. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE INTERNET IS YOU HAD BETTER COME TALK TO ME PERSONALLY BEFORE YOU OVERWHELM YOURSELF WITH THIS THING. BUT TRUST ME, IT IS PRETTY COOL.

IT SHOULD WORK INTERDIMENSIONALLY, WITHIN MILLIWAYS OR FROM YOUR WORLD TO MILLIWAYS. OR WITHIN YOUR WORLD, I GUESS. UNLESS IT MALFUNCTIONS. IF IT MALFUNCTIONS PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN GO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE SERVER WITH A CROWBAR. A MAGICAL CROWBAR THAT FIXES COMPUTERs GLITCHES. IT ALSO SUPPORTS FUNCTIONALITY FOR BULLETIN BOARD POSTINGS THAT ARE VISIBLE TO EVERYONE FROM A HANDHELD DEVICE, PASSING UP OR SUPPLEMENTING THIS ANTIQUATED PIECE OF SHIT.

IT ONLY RUNS ON DEVICES FROM MY WORLD. I AM SUBSIDIZING THESE IF YOU WANT TO GET ONE FROM THE BAR BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET A USERBASE STARTED ON THIS THING. IT IS ORGANIC TECHNOLOGY SO PLEASE REMEMBER TO FEED IT, THERE ARE INSTRUCTIONS LOADED ON THE FUCKING THINGS. OR COME TALK TO ME. I AM THE GREY KID WITH THE HORNS, I AM PRETTY HARD TO MISS. ACTUALLY THERE ARE A FEW GREY KIDS WITH HORNS AROUND BUT PROBABLY ANY OF US CAN HELP YOU.

YOU CAN TAKE ONE WITHOUT TALKING TO ME, I DON'T CARE, BUT IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD YOUR FROND I AM AROUND. OR TRY MESSAGING ME FIRST TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE SET UP CORRECTLY.

MY USER NAME IS chirurGeneralist.

[OOC: My parents are coming in this weekend, so any threads will be slow, but I do try to re-post the notice periodically. And if you do want to thread we can slowtime along until next week.]

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[road_to_calvary]

 Pre-entry:


The door swings open as though the man on the other side has somewhere to be. 

Wherever it was, it was not this.

Milliways' latest victim is tall, and broad-shouldered, and old enough that his hair is peppered through with grey. He is dressed well enough, though not in a manner that suggests wealth. Clearly from a time that does not include...anything he can see before him.

'...ah.'


There may be a faint aroma of sewers about him. Apologies, bar denizens. He did his best to rid himself of it, but some things stay with a man long after they should leave.

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[areyoumyjolly]

It's 'Talk Like A Pirate' Day.

Tamara the mermaid doesn't know that. She doesn't talk like a pirate. She eats pirates.

But not presently; at the moment, she's in the lake, finding it has gone far too cold far too suddenly.-