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[not_his_pa]

Mark will be heading off to school soon and William's not sure anyone in the family is ready for that day but its going to happen.

They've all been preparing and worrying and so when William found the Bar, he slipped through.

Now he's settled in by the fire with a book, a detective novel he found in the library, cocoa and a plate of cookies.

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[1nv1nc1ble]

A little while ago, Invincible was on Mars. And then he was in the Bar, with very little travel happening between (it's Milliways; it happens). Then, he had a conversation with Jay, who suggested that he get some rest. Now, the thing about being Viltrumite is that, when you stop eating, or sleeping, your body doesn't mind, because it can do that for a while. That's part of being a Viltrumite and part of being Invincible. But, the body of a Viltrumite knows that the brain can be annoying about things like hunger or exhaustion, so it stops talking to the brain about those things after a while, until the Viltrumite in question is someplace where issues like hunger and exhaustion can be addressed.

The long and short of it is that, once Jay mentioned that Invincible should get some rest and he got a room key from Bar, the body informed the brain how long it had been since real sleep (more than ten days), and Mark Grayson was asleep almost before he got his boots off.

Given the timelessness of Milliways, Invincible isn't sure how long he slept, but he felt much better after waking up. A quick shower makes him feel even better, and while his uniform hasn't been washed and still bears stains of Martian regolith, it doesn't smell particularly funky. Art the Tailor does good work, and the materials that make up Invincible's uniform shed dirt and odor.

Now that he's rested, Invincible's body has decided to inform his brain that the last thing he ate was a tuna salad sandwich, frozen by the vacuum of space. And that was a week ago. Cue on teenage superhero, working his way through a massive plate of eggs (over easy, topped with Tabasco), bacon, ham, sausage, hashbrowns (covered in cheese), toast (for sopping up egg, of course), pancakes and syrup, and half a box of some sugary cereal that has a humanoid dog in a jetpack on the front. With more enthusiasm than manners.

Botherable, if you don't mind him talking with his mouth full.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan actually comes in through the door this time, instead of a random appearance through the trees - and apparently straight from a rainstorm.

Excuse him dripping all over the floor while he makes for the fire.

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[lt_blade]

Sonya enters the bar without even fully realizing she's entered Milliways just yet. She's only halfway through the door though her attention's on someone else through the other side. Anyone who can understand cantonese would be able to hear her telling someone to 'shove it up their ass'-and for those that aren't able to speak the language, well, it's pretty clear that whatever Sonya's shouting-it's not very nice,.

When she does notice where she is, there's a look of visible relief on her face, though with her face blackened with camouflage paint, it's hard to tell. What is clear is that she's just been on the line of duty (or rather behind it). Her blond hair's covered with a black helmet and she's covered neck to do in dark blue (almost black) clothing and web gear.  As always, she meant to stop by the armory to give back her gear, but since she's hear, she might as well put her feet up and try to get something to eat: between this and that, she hadn't really eaten anything since early morning.

The rifle is the first thing to go once she finds a table. She knows the rules to this place after all. Following the rifle is her bayonet, combat knife, side arm, three short burst grenades, two flash grenades, then finally the combat vest and helmet. At one point her blonde hair must've been tied up in a neat bun, but after several hours running around in headgear, there are fly away strands all over the place.

"Bar, can I have a comb, and maybe a washcloth or two?"  Now relaxed in urban BDUs, she need to get this stuff off her face and comb her hair-then maybe she could relax.

Her weapons are replaced with a comb and washcloths and she accepts both before going to the woman's bathroom. Fifteen minutes are what it takes for her to wash the greasepaint from her face and comb out her hair, once more pinning it up in a knot at the back of her head. Only then does she allow herself to take a seat at a table by the fire place, a steak sandwich and can of soda infront of her.

Distractions are more then welcomed.

ooc: maybe slow, but wanted to get this out. Sonya's unarmed at the moment (least for any obvious weapons), but feel free to have your pup notice the weapons she laid out for bar to put into safe keeping.

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[herr_bookman]

[OOM: After having his nose smashed in by Noriko, Autor tracks Guppy down, as ordered. He then visits with Lucas to finish off the treatment.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

"Lobbing rolled socks out of the upstairs windows is not an Olympic event!" Guppy is calling through the door as he enters, with Brooklyn on his hip. "I want all those socks back in the drawer by the time I get back."

He closes the door, rolling his eyes. With Fran just back from seeing baby Gil in the NICU, it's time to bring in the chief troublemaker to run off some steam. He settles the toddler down on the floor.

"And as for you, Mrs, I don't want to see any more toilet rolls lobbed down the stairs. You are not the Andrex puppy."

Brooke giggles at his stern look and races ahead of him to the bar.