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[lt_blade]

When Sonya enters the bar, she's back in her BDUS, though her hair's a little frazzled and she has bits of rice stuck in it.

"Oh..milliways.." She quckly turns and slams the door shut, blocking out whoever was on the other side. "Hah! Serves you right, you bastards!"

She pulls away, pulling her hair from its knot to clean it out. She's still laughing as she does this, a stupid, sappy grin on her face that she would never admit to wearing.  Well, it's probably hard to deny, given that her face is all lit up from the smile, but damn if she'll ever admit it. She's Sonya Blade, she doesn't do emotional or romantic.

"Bar.." She takes a seat at one of the tables, pulling out her wallet. "Burger and fries please." Her own dinner at Charlies was rudely interrupted after all.

Her eyes widen when, along with the burger, she gets a plate with fair sized cupcake and note reading 'it's on the house.'

"Nothing ever escapes you, does it."

Still, it's a nice gesture.

She pushes the small cake for later and goes for the burger.

Very much botherable.

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[this_isaturn]

David has decided that, as useful as the purple gloves are, he doesn't like them much. They're harde to put on and take off and his hands still smell funny.
On the other hand, he's successfully tracked down a juggling ball and put it in one of the bags (those are dead useful). Now all he needs to to is hand it off to someone who can take it home.

[tiny!tag: BALLS]

(OOC: One ball of three has now been collected. Two are still on the loose, so whammies are still possible!)

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[claudiometer]

Well, that was exciting. Claudia thinks she's... not going to mention the part about nearly falling to her death to Joshua. La la la.
In any case, now that she's back and the kid's golem necklace is waiting to be shelved and the Senior Citizen Soap Opera is over, there's balls in the bar. Better to have as many hands on deck as possible, right? Besides, she's got a backlog of case reports to work on.
So, she's at a table, with her laptop, working on said.

repositoryBadger is signed on.

[tiny!tag: BALLS]

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[will_scarlett]

OOM: It's not a rumor it's more than true.

Constellation Blues by The Wallflowers

fun while it lasted

[jump_hella_high]

She'd only had them a week, but already they've taken her butt-lasers away.

It's not even fair. See, the Chief called her down to his office all Dana, did you really spend the government's money on laser implants and she was all I figured lasers were a better military investment than silicone, unlike SOME heroes, and he was all but those other heroes aren't causing property damage with their plastic surgery and she was all and neither am I and he was all Dana, there's footage on YOUTUBE and she was all that was totally Darkerella, trying to frame me and he was all We both know there IS no Darkerella and she was all there totally is and he was all you get those lasers removed, then we'll blame it on Darkerella. You keep them, you're getting sued by Maxim for burning the F-bomb on their office windows from the door of the invisible blimp and she was all anyway it's my constitutional right, bare arms and butt lasers, and he was all I really doubt that's what the Founding Fathers had in mind and she was all we'll just see about that, Chief and who knew Ben Franklin was such a party animal? So they accidentally burned down Philadelphia like three times, and caused like five time paradoxes trying to fix it, and they had to call in PATRIANNA of all people to help fix it, so now she'll be smug forever, and...

Long story short, she'll just stand at the bar today, thanks.

Totally botherable.

[tinytag: wonderella][open forever][my canon has butt-lasers. I love it]

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[student_of_impossibility]

When the door opens today, it is not the usual cheerful or at least energetic Captain Rufus Scipio who walks in the door. Quite the contrary: his movements are pained, rather slower than usual, and when he puts too much weight on one leg he winces visibly.

Of course, that is arguably not the most obvious sign of his injury. His left arm is in a sling and there is a pink, obviously just-healed line over his right eye. There is also a bandage wrapped around his right bicep; it needs changing, as the wound has slightly bled through. It looks rather like a large claw caught him. Less noticeable unless someone is looking for it, however, are his eyes. They’re rather exhausted despite the hard gleam.

The smell of the Bar more than the sounds or sights tells him he’s not back home, he shuts the door and closes his eyes, leaning on it for a moment. After a moment he makes his way to his favorite table, sitting down rather gingerly with another wince.

Not long after, he’s rather awkwardly trying to make his way through a steak and salad, with some grapes and bread on the side.

Bother him, because he could use some distracting from the, you know, pain.

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[cook_the_rude]

Today, Dr. Hannibal Lecter appears somewhat out of the ordinary, if not to say out of order.

He is looking rather less sleek than usually, wearing a sweater and no tie, a blanket half-wrapped around himself, and clutching a large mug of what seems to be strong black tea with milk. Occasionally, he nibbles a bit of dry toast.

Over the rim of his iPad (which the rats brought him along with the toast, and a note), he is watching the Observation Window.

And then, he sips more tea.



[[meta: this one time you can have a hung-over hannibal to mock at your own peril...]]

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[timelessinventor]

That was a faff that Helena would have rather not had to clean up after. However, everyone is back to as much normal as the Warehouse ever is, and she herself is ready to have a drink.

Thus, there's a Victorian sitting at the bar, straight-backed, and swirling a wooden drink-stirrer in a gin and tonic while writing something on a pile of papers.

She will help if anyone has spotted a ball, but she's trying not to be on the clock.

Still botherable.

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[morethanprops]

After Halloween, Moist went back to the Disc in a good humor as he enjoyed getting to truly play in Milliways. When he enters in his banker's suit, pinstripes and three piece, he's adjusting his cuffs when he almost trips on something.

He leans down and frowns at the juggling ball that he picks up, its a nice quality, but clearly part of a set. Perhaps he can find the others and get a good price for them. As he slips the ball into his pocket, he grins and settles into a chair by the fire. He should find Joshua or Helena.

tiny tag: Balls
OOC: I have returned from guests and various busy stuff, this is open for ages. All threads are before the Joshua one.)

The Waco Kid, Ballplot

[waco_jim]

Jim is presently downing a glass of scotch in his left hand as he juggles a pair of multicolored balls with his right hand. Where did he find them? Who knows? He doesn't remember or care at this point.

He finishes the shot - his second of the day by this point.

"Funny," he says, "this whiskey must be a bit more potent than usual. This your doing, honey?"

A napkin appears on the counter.

Don't look at me.

"Huh. Maybe this is the day middle age finally creeps up on me. Well, more than it was doing before, anyway."

In the meantime, he keeps juggling and signals for another shot.

This is about to get very sloppy very quickly.

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[never_shall_yield]

 

Who is this man,
What sort of devil is he?

[OOC: Warnings for rambling, and length.]

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[shufti]

[oom: Shufti has a difficult conversation with Jack.]

It's been a tough day, and with Jack shutting himself in his room all evening, Shufti isn't quite sure what to do. Mumsnet didn't have a section on what to do if your child's biological father lives in another universe.

Still, there are things that need doing, so the first thing she does when she gets back, after her usual 'In/out' notice with Bar, is to leave a note on the board in the office. Then she gets a decaf tea and sits at the bar, pinning on her Security badge, and keeping an eye on the place.

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[young_womble]

This is a home of the Womble.
It's got pretty cold back in Wellington's home world. So after finishing his kitchen work, he's been busy out back Wombling any stuff he finds left behind.

Someone has abandoned a sandwich crust, which he puts in his tidy bag. A mars bar wrapper, a deflated football, and a squashed can get picked up as well.

He pauses when he finds some broken glass, gets a glove out of his hat, and starts picking up the bits.