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[cook_the_rude]

[[Visiting post for Lucas in the infirmary.]]


[[OOC: Nothing to do with Hannibal really; I just happened to be online and have infirmary access.]]

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[boston_bruiser]

And then there's this asshole.

Patrons probably haven't seen him in a while. That's because he spent the last couple of - whatevers rucking over most of the mountain range out back.

And then when he found a peak he liked, he strapped on his snowboard, covered up, and headed down.

That tiny little dot on the slopes, moving ridiculously fast and kicking up a whole lot of snow in its wake as it speeds toward the Bar?

That's him.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The Capital Wasteland is a big place, and much of it was unmapped until recently. Elder Lyons has been paying Reilly's Rangers for any accurate map data they've been able to bring back, though, and that's gone a long way towards solidifying the Brotherhood's presence throughout the region.

Too bad they haven't penetrated very far into the northwestern Wasteland. That's where Ellen needs to go next.

She'll be indoors with Dogmeat under her table, scowling over maps of what some might recognize as the Washington, DC area, for a while. When the lack of clear topographical data around where Travilah, Maryland used to be gets her too frustrated to continue, she's going to go outside and settle in at the target range with her phenomenally loud Gauss rifle and start practicing. Feel free to catch her in either place.

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[a_mad_hope]

[Pre-Milliways: Brimstone summons his errand girl.]

There's a new face in the bar today.

For all that she's new, she doesn't look terribly surprised by her surroundings. Karou is rarely taken aback to find herself somewhere wholly different than the place she has recently left behind. It is part of her job, after all.

Karou doesn't try to hide or blend into the crowd, either. Not with that hair, not with the bulging satchel at her side. She moves confidently through the room until she finds a table to her liking and sits, ordering coffee from a wait rat after only the briefest of pauses. The rats don't seem to bother her at all.

How strange.

[OOC: I'll be up and down all day and slowtime in inevitable, but the post is open forever!]

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[electro_kinetic]

It's been a while since Noriko as been seen in the bar, but today she's downstairs in jeans and, in fine tradition of ignoring the weather outside, a tube top. And a hoodie wadded into the booth seat beside her.

She's got a mess of erector set parts on the table in small piles, organized by type as she toys with assembling what looks like a pendulum clock. It might work, it might not, but hey, it's a good exercise.

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[pickledtribute]

Haymitch Abernathy is not getting along with the new girl. He's not sure how anyone could have glasses that rose-tinted, but seriously, she's getting on his nerves. At least most of the previous girls eventually figured out that not one single person from Twelve was happy about the Games, and toned it down a notch.

He's not sure if this Effie girl comes with the ability to tone down.

So it's an irked Victor that wanders into the bar, his shirt untucked and his feet bare (he's taken to being even more slovenly than before when not trying to work just to annoy the girl), a bottle dangling from his fingers.

Huh.

Well, at least he won't have to hear about the games being a wonderful opportunity for a while.