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[mogget_cat]

Through the forest of chair-legs, feet, and tables, a fell hunter stalks on four white, silent paws. Beware, for his fur is irresistibly soft! His ears mightily scritchable! His bright green eyes, persuasive! His purrs, thunder. And the swish of his tail, a blow to any will who might resist the urge to give him food.

He is Yrael. Beware.

Trick #6

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

Trixie enters Milliways looking tired and disheveled and sick. Sans hat and cape, she slowly stumbles over to a seat and plops down on it, laying her head on a table. She's upset. She had plans. She can't make good with those plans now that she's sick.

Care to investigate?

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[itrunsinthefamily]

(OOM:

in the end I want to be standing
at the beginning with you)

The back door opens, and in comes Red. That's not so unusual.
What is unusual: She has company, she's supporting a lot of his weight, and he's bleeding (from the right side of his neck and the left side of his stomach).

"Are there any healers available?" Red calls, once the door's closed.

(OOC: And welcome Red's boyfriend! This is his first entrance.)

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[52_dropoff]

Charlie is feeling much better. Still a bit tired, but most of the symptoms are gone. As are most of the memories of being someone else. But his temporary passenger - or maybe it's driver? - left behind a gift. Notes he took while visiting the Bar. SIXTY PAGES of notes.

He's not sure if he's amused, repulsed, or just confused by everything that the other Question wrote down. If nothing else, it makes for fascinating reading. Even if the screwball theories are utterly mad - surely HBO isn't guiding people to illegally download Girls and Games of Thrones (whatever those are) in order to get them used to petty larceny in order to accept Lex Luthor as president. And yet, a part of him believed that for a week.

Come say hi and help read the diaries of a madman.

are you good men and true?

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew Wells has a headache, and a runny nose, and bleary eyes. But he's also got a job to do, which is why he's here, just emerging from the security office.

That's right, a ... job to do. A duty. He just needs to find his partner first, for certes Dogberry will be able to remind him just what duty that is.

There he is, just coming in the ale-house door! Verges picks up his pace, hurrying to Dogberry's side.

[Two pups, two muns, open to tagging until about 10:30 EST!]

back in...you know

[k_in_black]

A man in a black suit steps halfway through the Door, and actually smiles, just a little. He closes the Door, and heads for Bar--when his phone rings. He sighs and answers it.

"Agent K. Yes, Chief. I've been here for all of 2.6 seconds. Is this call really worth the 64 petajoules a secon--?"

"--Where? I'm here... No, HERE here. Looks like the Landlord wants us around agai--."

Agent K jerks the phone away as a sudden burst of rage and fury erupts over the phone, loud enough to hear from several yards off.

K waits for the roars to die down and then puts the phone back to his ear. "Yup. I'll let Him know that if I see Him. K out."

K has a half-smile again--for a different reason now--as he walks the rest of the way to Bar, but it evaporates at the sight of a certain psychiatrist sitting there, who also hasn't been around lately.

Malcolm Crowe doesn't look any happier to see K. "Figures. Back down here in who knows how long, and the first face I recognize would be you."

A glass of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon is waiting for K as he sits. "Still haven't found a house that'll let you haunt it?"

"I might belong in a mortuary, but at least I don't go around looking like it."

"Never could figure out why Peter and Ray never got around to you."

Malcolm mutters, "Never a Middleman around when you need one."

[Pick one! I'd say thread both, but they're irritated enough at having to share a post. Random, cross-thread snark is, however, a definite possibility.]

[Update: Limited tagging happening on Tuesday but will be back at it on Wednesday, so feel free to tag.]

Mrs Murdock, first entrance

[is_the_motion]

[Twelve years ago]

Spring term is the worst.

Even in LA, you can't have perfect weather all the time, so it's the term that Bonnie gets all her indoor teaching done - home maintenance, small projects, that sort of thing. And there's always someone who gets bored and acts stupid.

First rule of classrooms with power tools is not acting stupid.

"Well I'm not cleaning it up." she is saying back through the door, as she enters the bar. "If you think it's funny to glue my wrench to the desk you can spend recess and detention getting it off again."

The short redhead in overalls shuts the door, then blinks and looks around. Well this is not what she was expecting.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Well at least the hallucinations have stopped.

Guppy isn't sure who he tried to arrest while he was imagining himself to be a detective, but from various clues has worked out that he at one point built a siege fort in his room's small kitchen, that the waitrats briefly replaced his stun gun with a banana, and at some point he carved himself a badge from a potato.

The potato was looking rather mouldy when he found it in his jacket pocket.

He still looks decidedly rough, but at least himself, and is sitting in one corner wearing lots of layers and trying to piece together a timeline of the last few days.

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[maxwellsdemon02]

[OOM: Maxwell's Multiverse Mystery Tour Part 1: Barrayar]