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[ps_you_look_hot]

Nikola has been staying in the bar since he arrived a few days ago. There are a number of reasons for this. For one thing, being here always buys him valuable time on his research. For another, being in his own world is nothing more than a painful remind of what he isn't any longer.

Possibly also he's hoping to see some people he'd known here before. Possibly one someone in particular--but that's much more sentimentality than he would admit to.

At any rate, he makes his way to the bar this evening with a faint, self-assured smile. "Šljivovica , please, my dear."

Just because he can't have atlantean, doesn't mean he has to stick to wine.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Obviously, Athelstan couldn't take his microscope back home with him - something like that would be noticed, and then there would be all sorts of explanations he couldn't give.

So, he left it with Bar and now has reclaimed it, and is intently going through all the slides she could lend him.

Somebody should remind him to eat.

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[boston_bruiser]

[OOM: Post-nuclear apocalypse New York? Past my door?

It's more likely than you think.]

Here's someone the Bar hasn't seen in a while.

He peeks in, first, before pushing the door open the rest of the way.

"-fuckin' sweet, it worked."

He strides over to Bar, unslinging the rifle on his shoulder before setting it down on her.

"Bar, I need some water."

Napkin.

"Yeah, yeah, nice t'fuckin' see you, too."

Napkin.

"I don't know, however much a brewer needs to do their thing. I'm only so many parts Kraut, y'know?"