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[redintheledger]

Nataliya does not do anything so obvious as snap, 'oh, now you turn up' when the door to her room turns into Milliways. But, still, it's there in the brief clenching of her jaw. She could have used some Atlantean a few months ago. After Lyosha's funeral would have been nice. Now?

She walks across the room to sit at the Bar, and orders some tea. It would be a normal action for Nataliya, except her clothing is noticeably different.

Her dress is neither a uniform, nor colourful day-dress - it's black, plain, sleeves mid-length, and skirt ending under her knee. Black stockings, black shoes, and her hair has been pinned up without much care beyond 'neat'. Her wedding ring is no longer on her right hand, but moved to the left.

She also makes no move to order an alcohol, keeping to her tea. She's almost proud of herself for that one.

Happy hour

[its_possible]

Uther Doul's life in the bar is much as it is back in Armada, minus his demanding captains, of course--he gets up early, he trains, studies, trains some more; and when he has nothing else to do, observes his surroundings. Unlike back home, he takes notes of his observations, in the language of his homeland (which he suspects only one other person in the bar can speak, but most likely not read); that's what he's come down to do this evening, have a little dinner and write some notes.

Apparently not, though. A napkin appears on the bar, with his dinner. "Listen, I already work for--" Another napkin. "As you say."

He follows orders very well. Think of it as a learning experience. Admire his neat schoolmaster's handwriting.
Specials
Galaggi wine

How hard can this be?

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[andinfluencepeople]

The Chuck who walks down the stairs looks rumpled, confused, and a little irritated. He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt, dog tags hanging outside his shirt, instead of the armor he had on last time.

He's only been here for one night, from his side of things, and the fact that the main room is still here is... disconcerting.

Chuck orders some eggs and orange juice, thanks the bar, and settles down in the middle of the room.

He's trying not to watch anyone too obviously, but, let's be honest. He's not trying very hard.

[ooc: let me know if you'd like to tag, but I'm going to be slow because I suddenly remembered my Yuletide responsibilities!]

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[thefirststark]

It's been said that every man looks good in a tuxedo. And that is never truer than when the tuxedo is custom fitted and costs more than some cars. But 1946 has been a good year for Howard, so why not buy the best?

Howard steps through the door and heads to the bar. A drink before heading to tonight's party sounds like a good idea.

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[protect_and_survey]

There's a note left at the Bar - it isn't addressed, but it will appear for any ranking SHIELD operative that comes to order. Inside, Jemma's neat handwriting is made a bit shaky by some severely rattled nerves.

( To whomever receives this note )