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[hecu_marine]

It has been busy at home. Very, very, very busy. Shephard has been spending more time aboard his ship than on West Virginia soil. This has not sweetened his temperament or improved his vocabulary much.

(Well. If you ask him it's improved his vocabulary. His momma and his lady friend have other opinions.)

When you've got a teleporting ship and a bunch of freezers full of emergency backup genetic material, everything starts to look like a reason for searching for incubators. Shephard has not had the kind of luck anyone would like, and so he has come to the Bar today to stick up a sign.

WANTED: LIVESTOCK

PREFERRED:
Cattle (cows, reproductive age)
Sheep (ewes, wool-intensive breeds, reproductive age)
Venison on the hoof (Cervus elaphus, Cervus canadensis, Dama dama, Rangifer tarandus all okay)
Chickens (we have some, expanding the pool won't hurt)
Waterfowl (North American species)
Pigs (sows preferred)

CAN PAY IN:
Leather (not from Earth animals)
Furs (mostly rabbit, some bear)
Wooden furniture
Honey/beeswax/pollination services
Primitive survival gear
Survival/firearm/hand to hand combat lessons

CONTACT:
Sgt. Maj. Adrian Shephard, USMC (if I'm not in uniform I'm the one with the blue striped alien eyeball hamdogs)

Okay, sign's up, he's good, he's gonna go get a drink and try not to think about work too much. Unless somebody shows up with critters in tow or something, anyway.

A Herd of Ooms.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

So after Bahorel and Bossuet got locked up overnight, the Amis held a meeting to discuss. Also to fill Bahorel in on how things went with the barricade after he died. Warning for not-very-graphic discussion of street battle and people dying, followed by a BIG GROUP HUG.

And then Bossuet wandered around getting into an argument with Teja about Security business, and Joly got to help in the Infirmary, so they have a conversation followed by a Small Group Hug. (two people and a kitten is a group, okay?)

Meanwhile, much less Group Hug action from Bahorel, who goes for an emotional Romanticism-approved All-My-Friends-Are-Dead walk in the woods to punch trees on a dark and stormy night, and ends up meeting a werewolf. Warning for mildly-graphic werewolf transformation, talking about some sad stuff.

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[herr_bookman]

Autor has his feet up on the couch today, taking notes on Schak's German translation of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

A medical textbook is on his lap, with detailed entries about dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins earmarked. Dog-eared copies of The Princess Bride, Pride and Prejudice, and The Great Gatsby form a stack on the floor against the couch. On the stack is a plate of dumplings, cold and untouched.

Unfortunately, none of it seems to help with his ultimate goal: falling out of love. There's a dearth of classics that teach what he wants to know. Love drives all the great stories, Rae had said, and Autor finds that her words are true, even though he doesn't think his great story is written that way.

There's still a blush on his face. The Rubaiyat is a bit mushy.

Happy Hour with Sunshine

[sunbaked_baker]

The day in the kitchen did her some good, but Rae is still looking tired. The short, grey days as autumn progresses towards winter leave her sleepy enough, even without the nightmares interrupting her nights. She would think that peace and quiet back home would give her the opportunity to catch up on some sleep, but the sense of waiting, the sense that it's only a pause rather than a peace, weighs on her in both her waking and sleeping hours.

The Bar had asked her to take a bartending shift, though, and Rae had accepted, hoping it would keep her mind off things. And as expected, it did, to an extent. Pushing herself always helped, temporarily - when you have so many dishes cooking at the same time, you only have so much brain left over to worry about what might happen next week. Or the week after.

Once she has exited the kitchen and untied her apron, Rae puts up the specials board, written in her odd mesh of cursive and print:

Sunshine's Happy Hour Specials
Drinks:
Darjeeling tea
Spiced apple cider (non-alcoholic available)
Hot cocoa (with or without marshmallows)
Irish coffee
Hot lemonade

(Note: All dishes are vegetarian)
Appetizers:
Apple, Cranberry, Sage Bites
Chickpea Crostinis

Soup:
Vegetarian Chili with Butternut Squash.

Salads:
Roasted Beet and Persimmon Salad with goat cheese and toasted walnut vinaigrette.
Fennel and Cucumber Salad with creamy avocado dressing.

Entrees:
Grilled Halloumi and Vegetables Skewers, served with apple-almond quinoa.
Vegetarian Pot Pie, served with grilled eggplant with sumac, capers, and mint.

Desserts:
Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head
Killer Zebras
Bitter Chocolate Death
Lemon Lechery
Death of Marat (limited quantity)


Sign put up, Rae leans against the back counter and breathes in the steam of her tea.

"Happy Hour, everyone! What would you like?"


(ooc: Gee golly gosh there's a lot of you! <3333 But the mun is worn out and going to have to call slowtimes for the night. She'll tag back tomorrow!)

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[intoaman]

Diaval leaves a carefully written note at the bar in big, clumsy handwriting.

MAGIC PERSON MAKE MAGIC RING?
MAKE ME RAVEN WHEN I WANT?
WILL TRADE, HAVE JEWELS.
DIAVAL

He goes to find a seat by the fire, wrapped up in his blanket.