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[hecu_marine]

"Hey, Bar?" says Shephard when he makes his way in with three or four of his fleet of houndeyes at his heels. "I got a parts list here. You reckon you could gimme some E85 compatible versions of all this shit?"

He drops the list on the Bar top, and a good many gaskets, filters, engine tubes, and the like appear in return. On the tab board, a number flips considerably upwards.

"Judas fuck." He shakes his head. "You still takin' furs'n hides for payment, right?"

There's a napkin.

"All right. Looks like I'mma be a little bit busier'n I thought," he says, and gathers up the engine parts. He's got work to do and he can't get it done in the main Bar, so it's down to the garage for a while; he'll be out back again soon enough with the eyeball dogs. Catch him in or down or out, up to you- he's good for any of the three.

Sorting party!

[for_good_taste]

Millitimed shortly after this conversation, still in progress. Open until it falls off the front page Unfortunately, the mun is away all next week; no new tags please.

Sasha is not an untidy person. No, let us rephrase that. Sasha is an obsessively tidy person, when he has the time to be. The trouble is that he's also the sort of person who is only content if he's overbooked by at least 150%, and he's capable of tuning out the mess for months on end in the name of getting all his projects done.

Bar just gave him a wake-up call.

Sasha has therefore hauled all of his cardboard boxes and miscellaneous laboratory clutter into Milliways, and commandeered a side room to sort it. This room happens to have a very large table, neatly marked off with grid squares, and he's carefully taking things out of boxes and piling them in different squares.

Come help! Or "help." Or just gawk at the gadgets and crystals and other implements of mad science psychic research.

OOM of sorts (the grounds, a tree, Eric's room, the night before the day before the night he left)

[onceaviking]

It's all very classic vampire, apart from the lack of lady in white nightgown. And the fact that they're in a tree.



{ooc: Eric and Emcee went for a walk in the night, had sex in a tree and later in a bathroom, and slept in the same bed. Warnings for penetrative anal sex, nakedness, heights, vampires, wry Germans, biting, blood, more blood, the natural consequence of vampires containing no fluids but blood, oral sex (this is somewhat related to the previous point), and lots of not!feels. So much. And all this because Eric wanted to return a pair of fishnet stockings}