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[nohillforastepper]

( OOMs, cut for length! )

As expected, Nazis are not kind to Allied commandos they find prowling around their castles. All they let B.J keep on his person when they threw him into the cell was an old pair of pants.

Which is why, when he stumbles into Bar with something that resembles a modified Sturmgewehr 44 clutched in his hands, the first words out of his mouth are:

“Okay, this place again. Could I get a shirt, please?”

A waitrat tosses him an old gray thing, and he catches it one-handed.

“Thank you.”

While he’s here, he might as well get some boots, too. But first things first. He’s seen the help wanted ads around here. If he’s really going to break into the keep, it can’t hurt to bring some help with him.

Which is why, after some scrawling with a provided Sharpie onto a provided piece of cardboard, a new sign goes up.

WANTED
Volunteers for a Nazi-killing expedition
Prior experience preferred, but not necessary
Enthusiasm a plus
Will provide weapons, ammunition if needed
Ask for Captain Blazkowicz

With the notice put up, he occupies a booth and sets to trying out boots.

[OOC: Calling slows for now! Open to new threads until I say otherwise.]

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[sunbaked_baker]

The days are warming up and little!Rae's sunflower and tomato plants are growing tall, out in the garden. She may have given a leap of joy when she saw that the small yellow blossoms on the tomato plants had fallen away, replaced with the beginning signs of tiny green fruits.

Kneeling on a foam pad, she carefully weeds the plants as she's seen Autor do for his asparagus, and gently removes any insects she recognizes as harmful. The girl explains to them how she would prefer that they not eat her plants as she picks them up, careful not to hurt them, and moves each of them to the underbrush at the edge of the forest. Surely they'll find other food there.

Catch the ten-year-old kneeling beside the towering sunflowers in the garden, humming to the plants as she tends them.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is over by the pool table, attempting to learn how to play properly.

Judging by the fact that he just hit a ball, it jumped off the table, bounced off the floor and wedged itself in a random person's shoe, he still has some work to go.

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[notabricklayer]

Bones McCoy is overjoyed to see the bar today. Not that he looks it, much. He just spent the entire day repairing fractures on arms and legs and heads and just about everything else when a gravity glitch in a good quarter of the decks rattled the crew around like a handful of dice. And while he's pleased to report that there's going to be no lasting harm, if he hears one more person bitching about the amount of time he was taking them off duty he's going to put sedatives in the general water supply and that'll be the end of the problem.

Sometimes he thinks that'd be a good idea in general.

He bellies up to the Bar, and is rewarded with a Shirley Temple.

"Darlin', not tonight."

The sugary drink disappears, replaced by a neat whiskey.