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[buh_bye]

Death was let out of the cells recently. He's not bothered by the stay, it wasn't too long. One thing he felt he should do was go back to his world and take care of a few things. His ring being the biggest of them. However, before he left, he would like to eat something.  Something hearty, something homemade (or rat made as it were), something everyday American.

So there is a Death sitting at a table eating pot roast, potatos, and salad.

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[heatherandsteel]

Quentin is grinning and not in a human disguise when he enters because he's going to be Toby's squire. The lights catch the bronze growing into his blond hair as he looks around, debating whether he should put up his disguise. Then in a magical scent of heather and steel as he sings a few lines of a song to become a teenager in a t-shirt and jeans.

He heads to the counter where he orders hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped creme along with asking Bar to surprise him with a plate of delicious cookies. She provides him with a good sized plate piled high with a range of cookies and sweets from chocolate chip to a few that are green and some that have surprises inside them. As he eats, he turns to see if he can spot any of his friends to tell them the good news and share the cookies.

(OOC: Quentin's magic smells of heather and steel, if you character can sense magic, he is actively putting up an illusion spell to put up his disguise. I'm around if you want to discuss magic. Thank you.)

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[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine knew something was going on. But Pat was still scarce around the coffeehouse, and neither Theo nor Jesse were giving anything away. Having given her evidence to them in hope that it could help get the Goddess of Pain off their collective back, and then still being kept out of the loop burned a little. Maybe more than a little. Rae went about her days and nights trying to ignore her growing uneasiness. Over the last few years, she had learned to hate the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was always accompanied by the nagging feeling that something had gone wrong.

She tried to not let her worries and her bruised ego affect her, but when they were in the coffeehouse, Theo and Jesse were as mild and close-mouthed as usual. Sunshine found her parting "Enjoy" when she brought hem their plate of Killer Zebras to be fairly terse and pointed, and she winced every time she caught herself being unnecessarily short with her apprentice.

It was just good luck that she didn't have the closing shift, considering her mood. And, considering how the night turned out, good luck that she wasn't scheduled for the following morning-shift, either.

If pressed, Rae would admit the that the night wasn't particularly bad, but that was just because so many nights had turned out badly that they had long ago begun taking on shades of badness. This night was no worse than a number of others, just exhausting. The talking had gone on for a surprisingly long time - Rae had even had hopes of the night going well, what a joke - before the fighting had started.

~*~*~

The door slams open as Rae bursts through the entrance, her breath knocked out of her by the impact. She lands awkwardly but keeps her feet, just barely, the clotted mess that were her shoes leaving a smear of thick blood on the floor. Gripping the back of a chair for support as she coughs harshly, trying to get her breath back, she gives a quick hand-motion to close the door and make sure none of her assailants can follow.

Though she is exhausted and covered in blood, leaning hard on the chair, Rae is nevertheless grateful for the (literal) breather the bar's appearance offers.

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[is_the_motion]

Bonnie was pleased to see that Autor has taken the initiative to do a Q+A with his bartending. But keen not to neglect her duties in keeping things ticking along, tonight she has set up a small campfire near the Forge.

She has also put a sign on the back door.

Scouts -

Ask me stuff

Show me badge progress

Set stuff on fire!

Tonight outside the Scout Hut
(which is currently the annexe of the Forge)

Non-Scouts also welcome

Ging Gang Goolie optional.

Marshmallows, check. Chocolate bananas, check. Sausages, check. Badge Book, check. Ready to go!

[ooc: Threadhopping encouraged. As before, all non-predatory pups welcome. If you wish to become an official Scout please chat to Bonnie (or ping me) so I know whether or not you're going on the list.

This activity may contribute to Fire Safety and Demolition badges]

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[hecu_marine]

CURRENT tiwazRegulator [CTR] RIGHT NOW posted a memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD

CTR: Any of yall readin this-
CTR: I got a shitload of notebooks I need transcribed so's they cn be printed.
CTR: Tactics and strategy materials, mostly.
CTR: Wrote them all out by hand a while back.
CTR: I want em typed up for printing by Earth computers, early twenty first century design or earlier.
CTR: I'll settle for typesetting em on an actual press.
CTR: Ain't got cash to pay you directly but I can compensate you in a couple ways.
CTR: I got furs- mostly demon rabbit furs- and fur gloves, hats, n so forth.
CTR: I got leathers in a shitload of colors you don't get with Earth critters.
CTR: Still good leather, though.
CTR: I got ivory from any number of animals I will personally guarantee were the exact fuckin opposite of endangered species.
CTR: And I'm willin to teach survival, hunting, and shooting skills- guns or bows, your choice.
CTR: Send me a message or find me in the Bar.

There's something similar posted to the message board, but it's not nearly as detailed or colorful, and the message board gives Shephard's actual name and rank, to make him easier to find.

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[fluffiest_archadian]

[OOM: You know what's great? Weddings that nobody wants to attend! In which Sherral takes several Milliways denizens to the wedding of Rabanastre's consul.

Millitimed to whenever happens to be convenient for the individual muns.]