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[sunbaked_baker]

Rae's movements are more than a little stiff as she makes her way down the stairs into the bar, this morning. While Rae likes swimming just fine, she doesn't do it often, and yesterday's rather strenuous swim out at the Caribbean inlet easily wore out muscles not used to that particular activity. Add to that a mostly sleepless night (with her usual slew of nightmares filling what sleep she did get), and you have a very stiff, very sore Sunshine entering the bar, today.

At the Bar, she collects a rather sizable mug of strong Assam tea - caffeine is as necessary as air, right now - and slouches over toward the couch to sip her tea and to gradually wake (and psych) herself up before she faces the day.

Though half-asleep, the zombi-fied baker on the couch is completely botherable.

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[jackdaws_master]

When Edward strolls into the Bar (he's been on his feet all day, and smells of gunpowder, and does not feel like putting forth the effort for a full swagger), there's a note waiting for him at the Bar. To his surprise, it does not say it's his turn to serve drinks.

"What in the...." He turns the napkin over several times to read and then re-read the message. "Oi! Is there anyone hereabouts who can tell me what this 'scouting' thing is? ... or a 'merit badge'?"

Because apparently someone thinks he ought to be involved in it.

OOM: Days of our lives...

[gredya]

((After a tussle with the other Wyr in her home world, two of Gredya's children are left behind. Father Harman volunteers to help with a rescue, and they prepare for a trip to Crossroads. Werewolves and griffins and Jesuits, oh my!))

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[hecu_marine]

Shephard's got to have a word with Ms. Vance about his current geographical assignment; he spoke to somebody else about that earlier today, but there are Rules about that kind of thing, dammit. He's not going anywhere without permission.

Except running. He threw on his winter gear and his backpack full of rocks and metal ingots, and grabbed his bow and quiver at the last minute just in case, and went for an extended training run through the woods around Cannon Hill, accompanied by one of his houndeyes. Turned out that the woods around Cannon Hill eventually lead to the woods around Milliways if you try hard enough, which is just fine with him; he could use a little bit of warm before going home.

One Marine in mottled green-grey winter gear, accompanied by Satan's own Christmas ham, at the Bar and looking for a little distraction.

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[herr_bookman]

[OOM: I made you a soufflé...
but it was too beautiful to live.

In which Autor and Oswin have a choose-your-own-adventure thread! Simply click through to the choice you'd like at the end of each thread. Warnings for character death.]

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[neverbelievedintheend]

He's still stuck in the Bar.

And there's a napkin.

Specials

Anything priced high due to rationing in my world - 25% off
Anything unavailable due to rationing in my world - 50% off

You will be informed if your beverage qualifies

The Bar can demand that he do it, but he doesn't have to do it fancy.