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[shadowandsnark]

Rand had been out reveling with his sisters and a party of human actors, so he is wearing a glamour this evening when he steps from the shadows; tabby-stripped hair shaded to look merely brown and malachite eyes to hazel.

Seeing the bar at the end of the universe rather than the tavern he had meant to arrive in, he smiles and approaches the bar. "Brandy, if you would be so forthcoming?"

Glass in hand, he turns to survey the room; there is still much he doesn't know of this place. He ignores the pamphlet that came with his drink. He is not much for reading.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam -- wearing tight black jeans, chunky-heeled boots, a form-fitting zip-up jacket zipped up just enough to show cleavage -- is sitting at the bar.

She has a dozen bottles of nail polish lined up in front of her. Several of her fingernails are already painted different colors, just to see what they would look like. Decisions, decisions.

Come say hello and help her choose a color because she's feeling social and friendly tonight!

...Okay, no, she's not. She really isn't.

But she probably won't tell you to fuck off. Using those words, at least.

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[runningred]

Jay has himself handcuffed to a chair in a corner of the bar, a stopwatch on the table with a selection of picks and pins. Never hurts to practice.

Feel free to come say hi.

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[dejah_thoris]

 [Out of Milliways]: Dejah has taken over one of the repair bays in the garage, and set up a workshop to work on retrofitting Adrian Shephard's motorcycle. 

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[onceaviking]

There's a vampire on the veranda. He's sitting on the railing, all long legs and pale hands, staring into the darkness beyond the steps.

Listening to the sounds of the night.

Thinking.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan enters the bar at a quick walk, just short of a run, and soaked from head to toe - more than the heaviest rain could do, as instead he's just dived into a river. Some of the lighter parts of his clothing show washed out red, where Ragnar's blood soaked into them.

"Mistress Bar... cloth for bandages, quickly. Please."

If he doesn't get it - and why wouldn't he - he looks worried enough to tear up his own tunic.