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[tu_vas_triompher]

Of course, as usual, Feuilly has his work. Notebooks, books. Laptop. Sketchbook. And he's been hard at it, writing a draft in his notebook, when the television over the bar flicks on abruptly.

He frowns, starts gathering his things to move somewhere a little quieter, but--oh! It's football! Tottenham! And...hm, Crystal Palace? Feuilly checks his laptop--typing carefully Are Tottenham Hotspur currently playing against Crystal Palace in any world?--but he's long given up trying to make the Milliways television schedule match with anything his computer can show him.

Is Harry there? Anyone else want to watch? Or, you know, talk or something. He can tear his attention away from the match, really he can. (No, really. He can.)

A captain, a falcon, and a musician walk into a bar...

[golden_lyre]

[OOM, etc: Steve and Sam find themselves in a bit of a firefight that gets interrupted by Milliways, then continues with the addition of one not-actually-soldier.]


The HYDRA agent has been secured, and Orpheus wants nothing more than to take Steve home and see to him personally, have a little talk about dangerous situations and how Steve gets into them time and time again.

Instead, they get Milliways.

Steve, Sam, and Orpheus are all a little worse for the wear. For Orpheus' part, he's feeling the strain of throwing so much anger into his music. His face is streaked with dirt and a little blood. His guitar is slung across his back, and he shuffles into the bar, glancing first to Steve, then to Sam.

"I suppose a drink wouldn't be a bad idea."




[ooc: Tag one or all, just specify when you do. :)]

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[harryhotspur]

[oom: Harry and Brienne find common cause in their skepticism about Security (sorry guys), so they decide to do something about it.]