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[manofbusiness]

Childermass is sitting at a spot along the Bar, staring bemusedly at a muffin with a candle stuck in it and the cheerful accompanying napkin note. (The gift from Rae is met with a less bemused half-smile and set aside to take home and share among the staff.)

"Now however did you know about that?"

(He's only told one person here enough to find the date of his birth, and few enough know it at home.)

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[littleyellowboxes]

The front door opens. There's sounds of chaos and a firefight from outside, shouts, and a vaguely squishy THUNK.

Then a BOOM loud enough to rattle the silverware on the nearest tables.

"Ha! Maybe that'll learn ya!"

Continued gunfire suggests that it has not, in fact, learned them. Moments later, the world famed mercenary DEADPOOL staggers into the bar. He's tall! Strong! Manly!

Oh god, he's a little on fire. And possibly covered in blood.

It's fine. That's why the outfit is red!

"Cool! Hallucinatory bar." He manages to haul himself up onto a bar stool, and promptly stares off into space. Not that you can tell with the mask.