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[raptorcanaria]

 [OOM: After seeing Nightwing bartending, Dinah catches him up with what's been going on since he died.]

She has what she'd refer to as an emotional hangover this morning, and she's not a fan. Dinah went to bed miserable, and she's woken up angry.

You might find her at a table with a good view of the bar, a cup of coffee cupped between her hands, a sausage-and-egg burrito being currently ignored while it cools down enough to eat.

She's watching the bar patrons, trying not to resent them for being either alive, or at the very least not murdered by an old friend.

She'll feel better after coffee.

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[sunbaked_baker]

Depending on when one encounters her, today, one may find Sunshine as a spot of color running along the path circling the lake, her green and blue tracksuit bright against the grey autumn day, each breath a faint puff of mist in the chilly air.

Or, after her run, you may find her training in the clearing in the woods beyond the baseball diamond, where the 30-foot Merlin's Circle is burned into the soil. The recent rain has left the ground soft, creating an extra difficulty for Rae in keeping her balance and proper traction in the fast-paced sparring she endures against the two mud-golems she has called up for that purpose.

Rae may need to take a fire-hose to her shoes to get all the mud off when she's done.

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[mix_it_up]

[OOM: "Why are you dressed up tonight?"]

"No, I think it's a good idea –"

Asami breaks off as she enters the bar. She's still in her red qipao, though she's holding her heeled shoes in her right hand, wearing instead the softer white slippers she'd put on when she entered her father's workshop.

She stops a few feet from the doorway and, once she registers where she is, immediately turns to look back to it. But the door has closed – whoever she was speaking to hasn't followed her here.

A very slight frown crosses her face, but it's brief, and she doesn't linger at the door. Asami turns again, and walks through the room, toward the Bar.

Selina Kyle, OOM

[isawit]

 [OOM: This is Officer Trent, I've got a 10-30s in the theater district. Request backup and an EMT. I'm at the corner of...

Warnings for two shooting deaths and sorta spoilers for the opening of Gotham. Yes, it's that shooting.]

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[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's sitting at the counter with one of the brochures and a pen marking that parts that don't make sense. There are lots of questions marks and use of a few specific words; how?, contract?.

He's eating a sandwich with a soda beside him as he works, looking up sometimes to note who comes in. When he goes back home, he's going to have as much information as possible about Milliways in case he comes back again or doesn't.

His disguise is up, leaving him looking like a fifteen year old boy just one who tends to hold his back rather straight.

(OOC: All threads set before Autor's. Open until it scrolls.)
Quentin (October Daye)

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[says_the_booyah]

Cy is trying really, really hard to concentrate on his physics homework.  It's quantum physics, meaning concentration is crucial.  Too bad his mind keeps drifting to the Big Titans Reorg (as Kid Flash snarkily called it).  Maybe conversation will be more effective than studying today.  So feel free to interrupt.

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[halfemptyglasses]

It's been nearly a week since Mirai accidentally found this strange place. And while she misses some things, she finds others easier to live without. (Why does she keep a blog again? Her lip twitches at the thought of people complaining about her overposting once she puts her backlog up.) The one thing proving to be a challenge, other than actually talking to people, is that Observation Window.

And even then, Mirai finds it less intimidated once she's watched it long enough for it to loop. It's almost hypnotic. It may be, strange as it might seem, what she needed to see. Cosmic insignificance can be comforting, especially when curled on a couch with a pot of green tea.

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[vance_prime]

Alyx tried canning pears today. The good news is Godfrey didn't spill any more liquids on his circuitry. The bad news is that Hope spent the entire afternoon trying to sneak some pears for herself. The end result is that Alyx is exhausted and Hope is more than a little wound up.

Milliways should be a relatively safe place for the kid to blow off some steam before bedtime, right?

So we have a woman sitting backwards on a barstool so she can watch her daughter go on an Adventure while dressed as a dragon and carrying a dragon plush toy. The kid is probably more amenable to company than her mom.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls but subject to slowtimes in the near future.]

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[777thdegree]

He falls into a chair with a creak of aged leather and the clink of buckles against wood, this hobo in leather and wool and too many years.

He'll order tea in a minute.

First he's going to enjoy being somewhere Dave isn't. Somewhere Horvath isn't.

He imagined this all being... easier. Or at least more straight forward. And involving fewer duels in bathrooms.