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[never_promised]

There's a loose-limbed figure draped at the bar, studying a paper napkin and paying out coin from a purse. "Item, one football: fourteen pounds. Fourteen pounds? Fourteen pounds for a quantity of air and skin--oh, hold a moment, I see, adjusted for 15th century currency, sixpence. Dame Bar, thou art an accommodating hostess, as every good hostess should be. And that should be my full reckoning...there...with the addition of another pound to hold my room until my return, hey?"

Hal tidies the coins into a pile and shakes his head when they vanish. Isn't that the way of all money. But he gives the bar a little pat, and returns to the leisurely enjoyment of his drink, his last in Milliways for now.

He has to go home and round up some horses.

((Exit post for Hal for now, though he'll be back soon enough! Feel free to tag him, he's loitering a little longer.

Link is to an OOM with Hotspur. Warnings for young men from Shakespeare being awful about gender and sexuality.))

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

There is going to be so much trouble in Philadelphia when Ellen goes back. As much as she'd like to think she can work out some kind of peaceful solution to the whole sorry mess, she's all too aware of that.

Please excuse the pile of armor on her table; she's doing as much maintenance as she can on both the ordinary combat armor and the platemail-looking suit of power armor while she still has the chance. It's just that kind of a day.

scouts' vegetarian pizza decorating

[herr_bookman]

The smells of pizza sauces and rising dough permeate the air in the kitchens. Autor's flyer announces the vegetarian pizza decorating event which he's currently busying himself about. Vegetables in bowls litter the counters; sauce in the pan is ready and waiting. All that's needed now are the Scouts--and anyone else who's interested in making (and then eating) pizza.

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[2goodarms]

[Upstairs, shortly after this:

"Do you want to try on your arm?"

]