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[tattling]

Franklin Richards is what is known as a "universal shaper".

He also likes baseball, which is why he's created a couple of pitching machines in the gardens and is wearing a helmet, swinging a bat and scowling at the one about to fire.

"C'mon, ya-- YESSSS!"

Ladies and gentlemen, that would be a home run. Probably.

Franklin decides that setting up a baseball diamond is his next priority.

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[yinyangwizard]

Seimei is out on the target range today practicing with a hankyū, or Japanese shortbow. He wears a white gi, black hakama, and a three-fingered archery glove on his right hand. His form and the steady rhythm he has going (take arrow from quiver, nock, inhale-draw, aim, exhale-release, repeat) indicates that he is quite proficient at this particular sport. So does the fact that most of his shots are grouped in the inner rings of the target.

He's actually been at Milliways since last night, but nobody other than the Bar noticed him: at that time, he did not wish to be seen by anyone he knew, let alone be drawn into conversation. Although he is feeling a bit more sociable now, he is still preoccupied. Recent events have stirred up certain complicated feelings that he put to bed years ago. Those feelings are now wandering the proverbial halls and making a racket. It is all very uncomfortable, and Seimei is not going to go home until his feelings settle again.

Hence the target practice, which is helping him work off his nervous, restless energy. He's quite botherable - just please maintain a safe distance while he is in the act of taking a shot.

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[crabbycustomer]

[OOC: OOM: Conversations with Formerly Dead People ]
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[auxin]

Constable Fiddyment is in a booth, comparing fingerprint samples with a magnifying glass. It's tedious work, and so far he hasn't found a match.

He eventually gets bored and starts people-watching. One of the waitrats brings him a mars bar, which he adds to his list of awesome foods from other worlds.