oom: upstairs

[lazy_but_loyal]

[ OOM: So what if Eric got an Estonian exotic dancer? Pam got a cute little scientist.

And Jemma Simmons was incredibly sweet. ]


[ OOC: Warning for blood drinking in the second link. It's okay, nobody dies or gets hurt or emotionally scarred. ]

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[adamantiumloner]

Although his life often plays out contrary, Logan likes to keep things simple.

Even his appearances in Milliways, sometimes.

Breakfast: steak, eggs, hashbrowns, toast and a short stack of pancakes with a fruit smiley face on it.

Bar thinks she's funny.

Logan is still gonna eat them.

He also has coffee, which means he's about as approachable as he'll ever be.



[ooc: open for car keys and anyone else. It's Monday, so sporadic may happen but I'm here all day and this is open until it scrolls.]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways: In the little Wasteland community of thawed-out alien abductees, there are new arrivals, and then there are new arrivals Of Interest.]

The closest thing Ellen has to a dress uniform is her power armor, which is why the sound of scabbard and plasma rifle clanking against cerasteel plates accompanies her as she and Dogmeat come through the door today. As the door closes on what looks like the last Wasteland wall to be painted a genuine institutional green she says, "Bar, I've been on my feet for about the past eighteen hours or so. Could I have a Nuka-Cola and a bowl of noodles and Cram?"

(If Bill Guarnere ever shows up here again, she will apologize to him for not making more of an effort to eat Real, Proper Food. But he's not here, and she's tired, and she just wants the stuff she knows best.)

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[herr_bookman]

[ OOM: But with all my education,
I can't seem to command it,
And the words are all escaping,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how. ]

All it takes is tannin, blended with iron sulfate, the aspiring Spinner thinks, and you have liquid gold worthy of an archive.

Autor's wearing an apron tonight. And gloves. There are two empty teapots in the corner, along with a full plate of strawberries.

He's working with purpose in the kitchen this evening, ignoring the pungent smell of the iron-gall ink he's blending in a precise seven-to-three ratio of blue to black. Twenty cube-shaped inkwells rest on newspapers on the counter to his left, half of them full. To his right lies a picked-apart skeleton of a mokumegane pen: barrel, nib, cap, and a newly-filled cartridge.

There's a another set of gear should you wish to stop by.

First Dash of awesome

[dashingrainbow]

Well, there seems to be a new pony around, and she's not happy to be away from her home. The blue and rainbow creature is flying above trying to figure out what the hay is going on. She's not getting anywhere fast.

When she sees someone down bellow, Dash is going to fly down and get all up in there face. "Hey, buddy, what the hay is this?" ... and if you're not also a pony? Well then it will be followed up with... "And what kind of pony are you?! Did you bring me here?"

(ooc, so my intro! I hope this works. Sorry about her in your face ways. He's just confused and it's easier to be like this for her. She's really a nice pony, honest!)

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[protect_and_survey]

Jemma has a plan - it's a good plan, in that it gives her both time to fully recover and gives her a nice long break away from the disaster that is the lab she's supposed to rescue.

(Honestly, she's not actually sure how they got as far as they did, she's just glad she doesn't have to work with any of its original inhabitants.)

That's why she's sitting on the couch, with a mug of hot cocoa beside her, along with a basket of fried paradoxes, and she's sketching the fish in the fireplace again. Some day she's going to understand how they're living in there.