Apr. 29th, 2014

hecu_marine: (civvies)
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Shephard is back in sequence now, and has just come in from an extended hunting session in his world. There are quite a lot of bullsquids gutted and skinned and hanging up to drip for a bit before the meat can be properly soaked back home, and at least one barnacle is going to wind up on Greenbrier tables very soon. They might be pulsating alien horrors with tongues three meters long and teeth on both the outside and the inside, but damn if they don't taste like sirloin.

... you probably didn't need to know that.

Anyway, there's going to be meat enough for the farm workers back in White Sulphur Springs (now that there's seeds enough to plant proper farms), so he's taken the four or five headcrabs that tried to jump him while he was out hunting and brought them to Milliways to prep. Their beaks might theoretically count as teeth, he's not sure, so there's possibly a buyer there- and he's had a request for the meat, so there's that as well. He'll be out back for a while carving up alien parasites almost as big as his head for a while, and then he's going to wash up and come inside and get a proper beer and see who there is to socialize with for a while. Catch him in either place. He's in a good mood today.
aaaaaaaagh_sky: (what's with the sky fire?)
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[Out of Milliways: not everyone thawed out from that alien ship is doing as well as Ellen.]

The scene on the other side of the door this time isn't Megaton, but some kind of ruins of a highway overpass. Ellen has one arm in front of her face to ward off the dusty Wasteland wind as she steps into the Bar, Dogmeat at her heels. "Can I get some whiskey or something?" she asks the Bar. "I don't think today was really a beer day."

There it is.

"I should probably eat at some point, too," she says, "but that can wait right now."

New jobs take some getting used to. Today was harder than she expected. She kind of needs to get away for a while.
no_more_hiding: (H-I don't want to hear this)
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 [OOM: Hank sort of inspires a civil action. If you squint. It is all very confusing for him.]

Hank comes in scowling but attempts to school his features once he realizes where he is. Unfortunately, he's not one who can easily hide his feels and so he just heads over to the trilobite tank to hide a bit. This doesn't work cause there's already people there, so he heads over to the fire fish but again, there are people there. Really? Is it so hard for a guy to find some space and peace? Giving up, he heads for the bar.

Feel free to catch him where ever. He likely could use a distraction from himself even if he doesn't think he does.
beenherebefore: (welcome to the club give some blood)
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{only shadows ahead
barely clearing the roof
get to know the feeling of liberation and relief.

don't dream it's over.

Rated H for Homesickness, I for Injury, J for Juvenile espionage, and K for Kidnapping of a minor.}
this_isaturn: (quite a predicament)
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There's a Tesla coil set up on the shooting range behind the bar; that in itself isn't unusual.
What is a bit unusual is the person making use of it today. Helena presented David with his own Tesla some time previously - apparently, Claudia had managed to upgrade the charging mechanism, and she thought he deserved the work done on the one he'd shown up with. However, it still did him little good without a charging station, which Claudia finally brought in the other day.

He's not as out of practice as he feared, and being able to fire multiple times is quite handy (would have been useful dealing with the bloody pirates, but what's done is done).
jackdaws_master: (Edward looking Faintly Amused)
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Speaking of bloody pirates, there's one behind the Bar! Well, not bloody bloody. He did wash after that plantation raid- what, you thought all pirates stuck to attacking boats and hapless shipments of Warehouse technology? There's more money to be found on land than at sea half the time.

Bar doesn't much care so long as she gets her sleep, though, so Edward Kenway's doing his best to look marginally respectable. Which would probably be easier if he weren't assessing his chances of successfully juggling some of the less recognizable bottles. Go order a drink before he drops something.
onceaviking: (Default)
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Eric's at a table, thoughtfully turning a credit card over in his hand. William Compton had stopped by. With his little human friend. His incredibly tasty little human friend.

His knowledgable, tasty, little human friend.

Having to bolt from the cops had taken hours out of his work night, so he was here now, presumably to work.
Only, he couldn't stop trying to puzzle out the sweet Miss Stackhouse.

He's not at all adversed to being bothered.