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[salty_witch]

When the Luidaeg finds Milliways again, much more time has passed since the motorcycle incident than she had intended. While she is still riled about that idiot polluting the waters, she knows humans tend to have shorter memories than she and so she sets aside her anger. That doesn't mean she'll forget though, and so she plants a driftwood sign at the water's edge before heading to the bar. A sign which reads:

 

 

Once inside, she takes a deep breath, tasting the air, and recognizes the hints of harvest and spirits. One of her favorite times of the year. First she posts a notice on the board which reads much like the sign out by the lake, and then bellies up to the bar.

"Hey darling, give me something smoking, bubbling, and foul." She orders. Bar, of course, complies; presenting a punch bowl sized glass which seems to be filled with something Grandmama Addams would have been proud to make. Smacking her lips, the Luidaeg takes a long pull of the straw and signs. "That's the stuff!"

[OOC: The sign is not intended to be a permeant structure.]

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[lucky_jack]

The door swings open, letting in a great gust of air that smells of salt, sea and gunpowder. Anyone who glances through will find themselves looking out onto the deck of a sloop, rolling in the sea and at close quarters with another ship. They'll also see the back of a tall blond man, and possibly have their eardrums rattled by his enormous roar of, 'fire!'

Cannons fire, muskets spit, and the air fills with smoke. A great cheer goes up, and the man takes a step back, then turns. The door closes behind him, and Jack Aubrey finds his next order dying on his lips. 

His confusion is probably understandable, not only because everyone is confused by Milliways when they first encounter it, but because the ground is damnably steady under his feet all of a sudden, and he doesn't look all that secure. Also, because blood is pouring from a nick on his ear, and the disappearance of the wind means he's trying to stop it spilling on to his new epaulette. 

'I am brought by the lee,' he mutters to himself, staring about. 'Quite broached-to.'



[OOC: Here all evening and most of the weekend, so open for new threads through Saturday! Please forgive any navy speak I get wrong, there's a whole lot of it to learn in these books. A brief note on physical appearance here. ETA: now updated with pertinent age info! <3

ETA II: I am become spelling mistake central, so it's definitely time to crash. You lot are crazy awesome, thanks so much for tagging! Will be around tomorrow/Saturday/Sunday to continue. <3 <3 <3]

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[auxin]

[oom: The case of the Baguette Bandit: Case Closed. Minor violence warning.]

There's nothing quite like closing your first case, and tonight Lance-Constable Fiddyment has his armour off and is having a well-earned evening off.

He also got his first paycheck today, and is celebrating it by coming to the bar to buy a cheeseburger with named meat in it, and chips, and this strange pink drink that Bar thought he would like.

There's enough chips to share if anyone wants to join him.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting at a table in the bar today, doing paperwork on his computer. It's likely to be forge related paperwork, not Security, as he is doing it out her in public.

He's got a cup of tea, and the company of his small black cat, Myrrh.



[[OOC: Content warnings for discussion of suicide in the Norrington thread.]]