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[last_kallig]

OOM: The Black Talon was supposed to be a quick and quiet way of reaching Dromund Kaas, but a Grand Moff had other ideas.



Ibani is relieved when the door to her cabin on the Talon turns out to be a door to Milliways instead.

She grabs a cup of kaff and settles into a corner booth to practice a new stealth technique described in Spindrall's holocron. Force Cloak is tricky, calling for bending light around oneself. It's going to take a bit of practice before she can reduce her presence to a mere shimmer, a distortion of air, for very long.

(OOC: Tinytag! Ibani (The Sith Inquisitor) Open until I give her another EP.)

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

In Millitime, Ellen is off on a mission to the far northwest Capital Wasteland with two good friends of hers. But that's Millitime, and will be spoken of when it is done.

Out of Millitime, she's here in Milliways with Dogmeat and a couple of books. Dogmeat is happily rolling around on the floor near her feet, happily gnawing on a ridiculously large femur. Ellen is contenting herself with doing quality control on several books she brought with her; the covers are mottled, stained, and generally look like two hundred years of neglect, but the interior pages are all reasonably clean and the contents legible.

Right now the one she's on is going over the process of rendering beef fat. There are pictures.

Feel free to interrupt; this isn't critical or anything, it's just better done here than at home.

(pandora ink)

[scarred_grin]

[finished slowtime: in which Loki and the Devil destroy the sanctity of marriage. I would pay good money for that wedding video.]

More productive lately? Pyrrha-shaped Loki, up in her new tattoo studio. It's not officially-officially open yet, but the lights are on, the Pandora Ink neon sign's on, and the door is open. She's put a lot of time into painting and cleaning and arranging and cleaning some more, and now she's fussing over the decor. It's just nerves.

Interested? Bored? Come on up and chat. She won't do any work on the drunk and/or visibly unwell, but otherwise... hey, what are bars for if not impulse decisions?

[ooc: open forever]

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche enters, grim-faced, and leaves a quick note for Eponine.

They're here, from Montfermeil. They shouldn't know who you are, and they're in the cells now for threatening Cosette's mother, but watch your back. G.

Then he goes to sit by the fire and keep an eye out.

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[creationofwill]

Once upon a time, there was an angel that populated the bar. And once upon a time, he lost the bar door for four whole years.

He moved to another universe, one he was not dead in. He never expected to find the bar door again. And yet when Kaworu heads to school today, the door to his classroom changes into the door to the bar. He's surprised to find it, he's shocked. He stands in the entrance with a wide eyed look on his face. And he doesn't. move.

Someone may need to help him break out of it, because otherwise he's going to stay right there with one foot in the bar and one foot in his own reality.

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[protecthefuture]

Sarah's not been in the bar for a while now. When she is found again it's her sitting outside with a duffle bag. The duffle bag holding weapons that haven't been used in a very long time. They're being taken apart and reassembled, cleaned. Just because they're not being used doesn't mean they don't need to be cleaned.

She is, however, botherable.