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[the_gene_genie]

 
Gene emerges from the office a couple of hours later, looking a bit tired, but more grim than anything. After a bit of thought, he's written a proper note to Security.

( Security )

It's been a funny old night. But he feels some satisfaction in knowing that, for one, Hannibal's safely out of action for a while, and for two, that he was right in his suspicions about the wanker. With the note written, he sticks another, shorter, note on the board for the eyes of the general public.

Anyone wants Alana Bloom, she's in the cells.

Duty done for the night, he disappears upstairs to get drunk in private.


[OOC: Link for the visiting post for Alana.]

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[a1enzo]

Enzo's doing a Security shift today, with his icon reconfigured accordingly. However, he's also celebrating his unbirthday (a few days late, blame the mun), so while he keeps an eye on the room he's playing the guitar, mostly Bach Inventions, while Minus eats a blob of icing from his unbirthday cupcake. If anyone wishes to party heartier, he'll still be around after his shift.


[OOC: Happy 20th birthday, ReBoot!]

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan went back, after a few days of rest in the bar, feeling at least a little better. That lasted for a little under a day.

And then he went down to the river, and saw his reflection, and how his tonsure was growing out and a beard was starting to grow in.

And then he went back to the house and found a knife - not a razor, but the closest available, it would have to do. It's gripped loosely in his hand as he comes in now, blood still oozing sluggishly from the skin scraped raw on his scalp, and evidence of recent tears on his face.

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[never_shall_yield]

 
Things are changing for Javert at the moment, and life is complicated. As such, he greets the arrival of the bar today with trepidation at first - but on receiving a note, actually relaxes somewhat. The prospect of some straightforward manual labour is appealing, even if he does not at all understand the warning to ask the trees first. He makes a mental note to avoid this barman: there is clearly something wrong with him.

Anyway, it is a pleasant day, and Bar loans him an axe and saw. Javert takes these things and proceeds outside, where he spends some time examining likely looking trees. He chooses from the outskirts of the forest, because it will be easier to work and, hopefully, to move once felled. A target chosen, he removes his jacket and hat, hefts the axe and gives an almighty swing.

He is not expecting the branch that lashes out, smacks him hard across the face and sends him flying ten feet backwards.

Hmm.

Rubbing his cheek, he decides to pick another tree. And - quietly - asks if it minds being chopped down. Nothing hits him, which he takes as acquiescence...so that is where Javert can be found today, labouring under the sun and discovering that being a lumberjack is not an easy job.

He will be in the bar later, nursing a coffee and trying not to die of exhaustion.


[OOC: Catchable anywhere! Post open for a couple of days. <3

00:15 BST - slowtiming for sleep in thirty minutes! Annnnd, I'm out for the night. Will pick everything up tomorrow, thanks guys! <3]

First Entrance

[awesomemixvolume1]

Peter had been in many situations like this one before. It was not unusual for him to be in over his head and people wanting him dead. He didn't have his blasters out. Instead, he was using his rocket boots to propel himself through the air of this new planet. The men chasing him. He once thought the other Guardians were right by his side but as his rocket boots cut out, that was when he realized that something was wrong.

He crashed into a nearby wall with a resounding Oof! and it took a moment but as he realized he wasn't being chased, he took a moment to look around. His mask still on his face as he was unfamiliar with this place. Music could be heard blasting from his headphones that were around his neck. The music was from the 70's or 80's and the distinct crackle of a cassette tape could be picked up by those listening. He realized quickly that this was a bar and clicked off the mask as he went up to the bar to get a drink. May as well make use of the time he had.

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[guppy_sandhu]

What a dreadful mess.

Guppy has spent most of the night babysitting the slimy git in the infirmary. He wasn't going to give Hannibal the satisfaction of showing stress, and managed to do most of it remotely locked in the office with the observations monitor, the coffee maker, and Angry Birds.

He didn't really manage to get any sleep, between the feeling of guilt and the fear he'd wake up missing a leg, so he's currently out in the main bar taking a break and having some more coffee.

[ooc: If any healers want the opportunity to go babysit Hannibal feel free. Possibility of mentions of Hannibal plot in threads]