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[hot_water]

Tahno is out on the lake today--shirtless, as is his wont. He swims and surfs, using a surfboard carved out of ice to catch the waves he makes.

Eventually, he freezes a section near the shore. He brings up a block of ice and sets it on a raised platform--also made of ice--resting on the water. Then he begins shaping it with his hands. He carves out three cylindrical bodies and adds broad fins, tapping them with his nails to add fine detail. After a little while, he's putting the finishing touches on the scales of his three flying fish, wings spread and backs arched to the sky.

There's a walkway to the sculpture if you want to see what he's doing. Catch him here or inside, ordering liquor while bare-chested and dripping wet.

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[bwbw_aabb]

When by Zecora the bar is found,
her ears prick up at the sound
of patrons speaking in rhyme like she!
Could it, she thinks, possibly be
that this is a custom with humans as well?
Perhaps someone will deign to tell.


[OOC: Tagging is likely to be rather slow,
but I had to put her in here, you know.]

There is a Kender outback.

[happy_kender]

Tass is outside today, running about doing Kenderish things. Bar, in her wisdom, has bound him from going back to his world, and he is a Kender after all. So, he is outside, with his green spotted skin, and his frazzled hair, now complete with sticks, grass, and leaves. He can be found doing any number of things, hunting the bunnies, fishing, climbing trees. He may even hide in a bush so he can jump out and scare people. If it was snowing, he'd suggest door riding, but it isn't quite that cold yet.

(ooc: he still has the pox. Skin to skin contact is what passes it on. Also, I have a few things to do today, so replies will probably be super slow)

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[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai stands before the door, her courage sufficiently mustered to try life again.

Most of her things remain up in her room, a more certain safety than whatever waits on the other side. She holds a smaller bag of a few clothes and other small essentials on her shoulder, a warm winter coat swallowing her up. Her hand curves around the doorknob and pulls it open quick before she loses her nerve.

But once she steps through to the other side, her phone chirps. She digs in her pocket, fingers trembling. She clicks open the new text and, upon reading it, steps backwards into the bar once more. She crouches down close to the floor and cups the phone in her hands, the February air chilling her fingers as she reads the words over and over.

The Nase family knows she left.

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[skeleton_king]

[oom: Jack's Obsession with Christmas leads him to seek more answers.]

From the pumpkin-shaped door in the tree, in the forest, the skeleton man emerges.

Perhaps the results of his experiment here might have borne some fruit. What could be more joyful to the humans than a hilarious disease?

As he nears the bar he spots a frizzy-haired person outside, who seems to be having a lot of fun, and smiles. Well he's got this one right at least. He enters through the back door, and looks around, before going up to the bar. The Axeman asked him not to creep up on people, but as someone who moves without making a sound*, the best he can do is sit in a conspicuous place for now.

"My good lady." he says to Bar. "One 'mulled wine' please."

Once the drink arrives, he pays in a variety of miscellaneous currency, and then pours half the drink into a sample bottle, which he puts in his pocket, before sipping the other half.

[*Except for the time he attended that Minecraft gathering, when he came up behind people in a green box and made a hissing sound.]

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[the_gene_genie]

 
There's a pleasant feeling of oncoming winter in the air, which means only one thing to Gene. Finish work, hole up in a warm pub with a brandy to heat the blood. Pie and chips, maybe a few games of darts. Which is why he is understandably pissed off to receive a note along with his drink.

'Bollocks.'

He's not sure what gets to him most - that it's disturbing his quiet evening, or that some twat has decided to write it with ink on parchment.

'Poncey git,' he mutters under his breath, and tosses the thing away over the bar. People getting spots? It can wait until tomorrow.

Bar, it seems, has other ideas. His brandy disappears when he goes to pick it up, and the note reappears with an air of insistence around it.

'Oh, all right. Moody cow.'  He turns to the bar at large, and roars, 'any of you knob'eads opened a box and got green spots for your trouble, come an' see me.' 

He turns back to Bar, eyebrows raised. 'Happy now? Give me me bloody drink, luv. Sounds like I'm gonna need it.'

With any luck, every sick bugger's gone to bed and will stay there.

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[guppy_sandhu]

After meeting with some rhyming patients (and very thoroughly washing his hands), Guppy places a sign on the board.

'Attention patrons

There has been an outbreak of what appears to be 'Frickenpox' according to the infirmary computer. From the data we have, it is a magical bad cold that causes sneezing, green spots, a bad hair day, and a tendency to rhyme.

It lasts only a couple of days and should not make you seriously ill, but please do your best not to infect others by disposing of tissues carefully and washing your hands. If you are struggling please get in touch with the infirmary team.

- Dr Guppy Sandhu

P.s. it appears some of the infection started from some black and white boxes with a pattern of spiders on (not like the ones Pyrrha gave out). If you find one of these, do not open it, bring it to a medic and we will open it in the fume cupboard for safe disposal.'

He then heads back home with his box of party bags.