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[never_promised]

So it really is true that time passed in Milliways stands still on the other side of the door. The trip with Cesario had shown Hal a London all just the same: the same people in the tavern, the weather the same, the street noise the same, not an hour's difference. The news in the streets all the same: the king sick, and not like to improve.

Now there's a thought for you. The longer Hal stays away, the longer his father will live. If he's in Milliways, at least. A most filial exile.

So really it's in the service of England that he's lounging at the bar, sampling bottle after bottle of what the colorful labels declare to be PUMPKIN ALE, lining up the empties like soldiers.

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[runningred]

(OOM: Jay and Gavroche get talking about the drones that hang around with Jay, then Gav gets talking to them. Which leads to a rescue mission to a broken world.)

Jay comes up to the bar, looking tired and hopeful. He pins a note to the notice board.


WANTED – MILLIWAYS PATRONS WITH MECHANICAL AND/OR ELECTRICAL REPAIR SKILLS.

NEEDED TO HELP REPAIR INJURED ROBOTIC SURVIVORS FROM SOME KIND OF WAR.
ALL TOOLS, EQUIPMENT AND SCHEMATICS PROVIDED. I JUST NEED MORE HANDS.

SEE JAY IN THE GARAGE OR FOLLOW THE ATTACHED TRACKERS.

There are small buttons hanging from the bottom of the note which when squeezed will light up with an arrow that points towards wherever Jay is.

Jay stops at the bar for some more parts but is presented with sandwiches and juice instead. And a napkin refusing him further service till he eats something. He huffs and sits down at the bench to eat.

{ooc: Party style post for anyone who can help but everyone is welcome, even if it’s just to push food and coffee at people or provide moral support. Thread-hopping encouraged. Open all weekend.}

{Edit: I'll be on and off all day while dyeing fabric so forgive me if I vanish unexpectedly.}