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[adamantiumloner]

Even though there's food, booze, and the potential for action, Logan doesn't like hanging around inside the bar too much. He's spent more time about the place lately than he has in a long time, and so today he's reacquainting himself with the grounds.

Near the lake shore he's sitting in the grass, his back against a rock and his hands clasped loose behind his head.

Bar gave him a sack lunch before he headed outside, and so that sits by his hip, and instead of a cigar today he has a piece of grass dangling from the side of his cheek.

It's a rare occasion that a guy like him can kick back and relax like this, but some spring days just call for it.

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[pullsneedles]

Are you planning to play in your pajamas?

Lucas couldn't bring himself to leave his room without changing into something suitable for the outdoors. He takes the time to pull on a yellow shirt, forgoing the red stripes for now, and a pair of trousers that can withstand more than his sleepwear. He tidies his hair with a comb, only briefly glancing in the mirror.

Lookin' handsome.

He goes downstairs and stops by the bar for breakfast at his growling stomach's prompting. Instead of his usual order, he receives a helping of biscuits with sausage gravy and a big thermos of tea. It ends up hitting Lucas's comfort zone just right. He takes the thermos with him and heads for the door.

The grounds already feel so much better than the bar. Maybe he was right. Maybe spring really will be better.

Catch him during breakfast or outside.

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[never_shall_yield]

 

A trip to the Wasteland.

It is quite the experience.

 

Joint post, take two...

[student_of_impossibility]

A little over an hour after initially coming into the Bar, Tavi makes it back downstairs feeling clean, refreshed, and oddly relaxed considering he’d been in Ellen’s world dodging lasers. Looking around, he finds Araris already back from his own bath and sitting in a booth, a distinctly no-nonsense look on his face. “That went well,” Tavi begins brightly.

“We’re talking,” Araris says firmly as the younger man sits down. Considering how cheerful that little trip had made him, it was best to get this conversation done before he could wander off on more misadventures. “Now.” It’s enough to remind Tavi of how this had begun, and he raises an eyebrow. The conversation continues more quietly, enough to be hard to hear outside the booth—

Until, that is, Tavi’s voice rises sharply (“Do you know how many nights I couldn’t sleep… furyless freak? …How alone I was?”). A moment later he stands abruptly, visibly crying with rage, and whirls around with a snarl when Araris tries to call him back. He stalks swiftly to the back door without a word, yanking it open hard and slamming it behind him.

Araris, meanwhile, just sinks back into his seat with a tired sigh.

He can be found waiting there for a good hour or two, finishing a meal and with tea to calm himself down from a distinctly unpleasant conversation, and keeping an eye on the back door.

Meanwhile, outside, Tavi spends about the majority of that down by the practice dummies, and in the process accidentally brutalizes one or two. A lucky few might be able to find him by the lake after, cooling down.

[[ooc: Again, two Alerans, two players! Indicate which one your character’s talking to, because they are not together today. Slowtimes to either Kippur or Lee may apply. All threads take place between this one and their exit.
Disclaimer: lots of dialogue will be taken from Captain’s Fury by Jim Butcher, Chapter 10.]]

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[shufti]

[oom: Shufti acquaints herself further with the earth's health systems.]

Over by the bar, there is a redheaded Security member, badge on her front, and sporting a moderately large pregnant bump. She's keeping an eye on things, but also reading through some leaflets she got given at the clinic today.

After about ten minutes, there is a brief horrified gasp, which would indicate, most likely, that Shufti has just found out what 'caesarean' means.