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[starrydome]

 There is an elf lord in the Bar today.
He arrived dressed warmly with a quiver and a bow well suited for hunting,  but finding himself here he has removed the outer layers if his clothing, ordered tea, and placed bow and quiver on a chair next to him.

He'll move them if someone wants the chair. He just wanted them off the floor while he removed his outerwear.

At the Caribbbean inlet

[death_gone_mad]

The weather at the boundary between the Caribbean inlet's beach and the rest of the Milliways grounds has gone weird again, and a storm has dumped a wall of snow between the two. Well, not so much a wall as a gently sloping ramp.

Such weather is the natural consequence of the unnatural spatial closeness of Caribbean and Caledonian climes. But luckily for anyone heading to the beach, a wide, clear path has been melted right through the snow.

A notice on the bulletin board, both the physical one in bar and the Magical Mystery Bar virtual Bulletin Board explains why:

Gardener, Botanist, or Tree Minder wanted
Tired of the cold and snow?
Care for a plantation of Theobroma saplings in the nice sunny part of Milliways and earn Bar credit.
Leave a note for Sarah Black or mnemonicPhagocyte on T-Minus or come out to the Caribbean inlet to see the trees yourself.

Sarah, or maybe Keli or Amascut to those who know her by those names, is lounging on the Caribbean inlet's beach, this time in a purple sundress and a wide brimmed hat. Next to her sits her heavily modified T-Minus client and several components of a helmet she was putting together before she decided to soak one, a foreboding black mask, in a bucket of sea water for a bit.

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[freedom_is_grey]

A crackle of lightning and the smell of burning accompanies Ysalwen as she enters Milliways. Blood, reddish-black and viscous, is spattered on her robes, and the air around her looks faintly warped.

Liranan is hard on her heels, hide covered in kaddis and a spiked black collar on his neck, teeth bared, with a snarl boiling in his throat. His hide is similarly blood-spattered.

"Andraste's ass," Ysalwen spits, as the door clicks closed behind her. "This is not where I wanted to be."

Maker-be-damned darkspawn in Vigil's keep, and the Wardens missing, or dead. Ending the Blight was supposed to stop this sort of thing.

She'll think to clean up once she finds the door resolutely shut fast behind her.

Probably.

After spitting some blistering oaths at it first.

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[is_the_motion]

Bonnie spent the afternoon carefully moving the chicks from the stables into their new Demon Bunny Resistant Heated Outdoor run.

Okay so she did make most of the thing herself, but the unclaimed chickens will come home with her at the end, so it'll balance out.

She's been pleased with how they're growing, and that the kids have been looking after them properly. Although one of the unclaimed chicks appears to have been tampered with, as he now has a tiny orange Mohawk and stars on its forehead, which he won't allow her to remove.

She puts him down and pauses to watch them all settle in.