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[electro_kinetic]

There is, after her little escapade as a younger self, a decently-aged Noriko in the bar, who is not difficult to spot. Not at all. She's got herself situated at a table with a pot--and cup--of tea, hair held back by her sunglasses, and a curious deck of cards. Every now ad then as she flips the cards over she laughs, or makes a face of faint confusion--or in some cases, outright shuddering oddity.

Some of these things took thought, and she's not sure whether those thoughts really should have been acknowledged.

Totally botherable; come wonder about, or outright question her fashion choices, or enquire as to what's got her making such faces.

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[sunbaked_baker]

Rae would argue that her mother was the one to wander off in the library, not her, since she technically was staying in one place as she read, but that doesn't change the fact that the ten-year-old is currently grounded.

No more trips to the library for a full month! It is utterly unfair.

But then, that strange restaurant showed up in the door to her room again, letting her out of the house, and through the door to the outside. It's a crisp day with just the beginnings of an autumnal chill, still warm in the sunlight. Perfect.

Rae circles and peers up at the branches of the apple tree growing near the greenhouse, still faintly giddy from the thrill of escape. And some of those apples look ripe for picking! But which one to choose?

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Some time after this is completed...

The door opens on rubble and shadow, and no one is immediately present. But there is a substantial thump! and a slight blur to the air just inside the entry.

As the door closes of its own accord, the blur gives way to a dark-suited human figure, which then pulls its black-and-gold headpiece off. Wincing greatly, Ellen pushes herself to her feet. "Stupid balcony," she mutters, and, "Oh, no, here? For the love of-"

She pulls up short, shakes her head rapidly as if to clear it, and stumps over to a nearby table. The first wait-rat to approach her is getting an order for 'something cold and semisolid, and some compression bandages', because if she's here instead of where she was supposed to be she's going to take the opportunity to patch herself up a bit.

This could have gone better.

[badinlatin]

[OOM: Earlier.]

Fucshia turns into deep reds and the frenetic movement of people, when Mal Reynolds, Serenity's captain, opens the door and promptly drops on the floor of the entry dais. He has a Milliways Security badge in one hand, but is having problems standing up, what with one hand pressed hard and flat against his ribs.

[ooc: disappearing for a second because my apartment has no milk; if you tag, I will tag back, but it will be post-Nynaeve.]

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[onceaviking]

Eric is seated at a table with an empty glass.
Those who saw him after the spirited exchange with Pearly might be surprised to see his face as it bears no marks of this whatsoever.

He ought to head back. They ought to head back. There are plenty of things to deal with at home, but he is taking the opportunity to relax a little before returning to the madness that is Area Five.

Happy Hour

[janebecomes]

Jane is holding a piece of paper and a pen in her hand as she enters, then stops when she bumps into a table. This isn't where she was headed but Bar will have more ink, when she reaches the counter she gets a note and frowns, "Yes, I will, but I will keep writing."

With the next napkin, a bottle of ink and a few sheets of appear before Jane. She smiles and moves behind the counter, writing up the specials.

Specials
Claret
Rum
Tea

Once the specials are up, she finds a stool that is tall enough to allow her a good view of the counter as she writes.

(OOC: Closed to new tags.)

Enough loafing around.

[death_gone_mad]

At some point, the crew is going to miss the captain and start sending out search parties.

Either that, or the crew will take of with the ship.

Anyhow, this captain is doing what she promised her crew that she would do: getting supplies for her ship. She was going to procure crates of biscuits and dried meat for her crew, but the kitchen staff informed her of a marvelous alternative. MREs, but better yet, MREs that look like biscuits but have meat inside. And they are supposed to last for years inside their individually wrapped packages?

Better still: TANG. No more scurvy, no more rotten fruit!

She can keep the ship out at sea for ages without killing her crew by starvation or disease! Yes!

This will likely take several trips from the kitchen to the Caribbean inlet, even with the help of her wheelbarrow. Feel free to pester her, she's in a good mood.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Gilbert has his operation.]

Guppy's still feeling all trembly when he comes in. But at least the worst is over.

He's trying to remember who he told as he jots down the note to give to Bar.

( Gene, Teja, Enzo, Autor )

"I think it's Gene, Teja and Enzo I've told about the surgery." he says. "Oh, and Fry's told Autor, but if any of my other friends ask let them know too."

He goes out back for a bit of fresh air, and sits by the lake. Been a tough day.

[ooc: TW for medical stuff in the oom. I'm drawing a blank on who Guppy gave all the details to - if he told your pup, or your pup is an interested friend, you get a note :)]