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[sunbaked_baker]

Bar summons a large bowl of warm water and a generous stack of towels before Rae even finishes limping through the front door. Her right hand is slicked with blood, her shadow-dark skinsuit spattered liberally with it; she has her blood-spotted hair pulled back into a tight braid, which she has tucked down into the back of the high collar of her skinsuit to keep it out of her way.

Grimacing, she makes her way to the counter. Her shoes leave a uneven trail of bloody prints upon the floor, coming up from each step with a sticky, ripping sound. Oddly enough, she's in a mental place that allows her to be aware that this isn't her worst night ever, and that she will live. Usually that kind of awareness takes some time to sink in.

"Bar," Rae murmurs, gratefully, taking up one of the hand-towels and beginning to wash her hands. Her hands must be first, then she can see about cleaning up enough not to leave a mess. "You are the absolute best. Thank you."

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[my_brothers_shadow]

 [OOM: Borg's raid of Kattegut doesn't go quite as well as he expected, thanks in large part to Milliways.

Some threads are still wrapping up.]

 

"My thanks to you again, friends," Rollo is saying as he holds open the door to five other Milliways patrons. The battle was long and hard, they lost the town--had already lost it he must admit--but the cost in lives was much reduced. "Tonight, you feast in my name. My tab is yours."

Once everyone is in and he closes the door, Rollo calls out to the bar at large, "These fine warriors have saved many lives this night. Let their names be known as true warriors. Will Scarlett, Hotspur, Shephard, Sonya Blade, and Cassie Cage. I am proud to know them and equally glad to owe them such a debt which I shall never forget!"

[OOC: Six muns, each with differing availabilities. Feel free to join the celebration, just let us know who you'd like.]

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[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly comes in from outside, carrying a practice sword and wearing a faintly puzzled expression. Ordinarily this time of day he'd be on the losing end of a training match with Harry Percy, but there's no Harry Percy to be found anywhere.

Well.

That's...probably...not because of anything disastrous? At any rate, Feuilly can't do anything about it. So he has a long quiet conversation with Bar about typing on computers. Eventually he's set up at one end of the bar: 19th-century clothes, 15th-century practice sword leaning against his stool, coffee and a manuscript at his elbow, hunt-and-pecking two-fingered at a snazzy 2015 laptop, typing out a translation of Pasteur for a 23rd?-century post-apocalyptic community. He'll be here for a while.

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[in_revision]

(OOM (sorta): So, what happened to Ward after he broke one of the bar rules?

Actually, he's not too sure about that one himself.)

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[is_the_motion]

Bonnie pauses as she comes down the stairs. With Rae having healed up the inflammation, she's finally come up with a bit of a plan.

She leaves a quick note for Tyler before she leaves.

( Tyler )

(Since it was the AU Tyler, little does she know, this will probably only confuse the usual one)

With that, she braces herself, and goes out the door to face the music before she can change her mind.

A couple of hours later Bar time, she returns, looking pensive but very much in one piece, and heads for the bar for a pint.

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[dragon_dealt]

Between one blink and the next, there's a dragon soaring over the forest. Specifically, over the newer and more fairy-tale-ishly Enchanted bit of it.

She lands tidily on the shore, looking about herself thoughtfully but without as much irritation as last time. "Well," she says to herself.

She'll probably get around to poking her head in the door for a cup of tea sooner or later.