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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

CURRENT vicarialVisitor [CVV] RIGHT NOW posted a memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD:

CVV: I have a bill to pay.
CVV: Not here.
CVV: Back in my world one of the people under my command (oh God that's such a weird thought) was badly injured.
CVV: He's being treated, but the doctor treating him has a very particular fee.
CVV: I've already paid what he wants in caps.
CVV: The rest of the fee is, and I quote, 'a previously unfamiliar work of science, invention, education, governance, music, or philosophy, something we can take apart and keep'.
CVV: Ideally, two such works.
CVV: I have a friend working on one of these for me, but if anyone else reading this has an option or a suggestion- ideally from some version of Earth prior to the year 2077 AD- I'd appreciate hearing about it.
CVV: Thank you.

Once the T-minus message is up, Ellen posts something similar to the Bar's more mundane message board and goes in search of breakfast. She (and Dogmeat)'s available one way or the other.

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[halfemptyglasses]

[OOM: Carmine Part II Warning for discussion of injury.]

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[hecu_marine]

Some days have uneventful training voyages and trips to seed banks around the world in them.

Some days you run into places where the human spirit of opportunism has gotten wildly out of hand.

Shephard kind of hates a lot of his species right now, but shit, at least he's got a Brazil mission to look forward to when he goes back through the door to his side of things. Yes, that means he's looking forward to the community where they haul out the bullet ants special for him. It's been that kind of a day.

Bar was kind enough to grant him a copy of Traditional Bowhunter's issue with the special article on making dogwood arrows along with the beer he ordered, so he's gonna spend some time with that, but he'll be happy to talk once he's about halfway down the bottle or three quarters of the way through the article, either one.

IMDb Flu: Rae Seddon

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae hadn't felt great last night, but this morning she woke up to one of the worst headaches she can remember having. No, it wasn't just her head. Everything hurt. Like she slept crooked and poorly. Only worse, somehow. An achy, weak, exhausted feeling - even more exhausted than she usually is. It's miserable. Miserable and not to be put up with, she decides, especially when she needs to get to work paying off her tab before she heads home again. There is money to be made. So once she has had a shower and feels marginally human again, Sunshine heads downstairs for a pot of strong tea. Maybe the fragrant steam will help clear her sinuses, which seem to be giving her some trouble today, as well.

When she is going to be baking, Rae usually puts her hair up to keep it out of her way. But this morning, on a whim, she chooses to let it fall in loose waves so it might frame her face more attractively (despite her efforts, her eyes insisted on continuing to be red-rimmed and watery, and there was little blush could do to even out the pink of her flushed cheeks), and instead of a t-shirt and jeans, something about today required an actual skirt. Pity about the shoes. She wore what could only charitably be called the 'best' of the selection of comfy sneakers found in her room's closet.

Rae settles at the end of the couch with her tea, crossing one leg over the other and resting her too-warm forehead against her cool hand, and tries to focus on clearing the fog from her mind and the ache from her muscles. The warmth from the fire is very welcome.

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[balancingminds]

OOM: Somewhere in Russia, mutants clash.

Contains mentions of violence and torture.

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[nerves_of_ice]

Planning's one of the most important parts of any good mission, and this one matters more than most. He'd sent out a few feelers through secret channels, fishing for contacts, fishing for information ... fishing with himself as both the lure and the hidden hook.

Earlier today, someone had finally taken a nibble. He'd taken the intel he needed from the dead body.

Now, his waiting's done. It's time for the next step.

But before he goes, there are a couple of things he needs to do, just in case. Where he's going, he can't count on having ready access to Milliways, and among other things, he's made a promise.

James strolls into the bar dressed like a nondescript civilian - jeans, short-sleeved dark blue t-shirt under a black jacket, black boots - and glances around the room before heading to the bar.

"Coffee," he requests, and sets down a few dollars cash, plus a small envelope. "The note's for Jay. The mechanic. You know him, right?"

Evidently Bar does, for the envelope vanishes into her keeping. James nods his thanks and takes a seat with a good view of the room, keeping an eye out for anyone he might know... or who might know him.

[ooc: open until it scrolls.]

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[fry_sandhu]

[oom: Fry and Coral plan to become Millionaires, or at very least buy Gil a new hat.]