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[crabbycustomer]

Karkat always looks tired, so leaves us unequipped to describe how he looks today. More tired.

He is not asleep in the bar this time, but he is slouched down egregiously far in his chair with his feet up on another chair. He is studying a holographic display that his little walking crab-like emitter is projecting, swiping back and forth between two views.

One view shows a sort of a graph, dotted with the symbols of the zodiac at various X and Y points. Almost all of them are present at least twice; some much more than that. Some are brighter and some are darker; some of them have little notations and subscripts.

The other view shows a mapview, a great cloud of the same symbols clustered in a big lump. The lump is beginning to fracture and fray at the edges, though.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Occasionally he fiddles with the symbols on the graph and then goes back to look at the map. More often he just toggles between them and chews on his lip.

Swipe. Swipe.

OOM: Returning Eunuch

[bigarmy_strangepants]

 [[OOM: After Sinric's return, Ragnar, Sinric and Athelstan talk in their rooms, and share breakfast.]]

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[just_cant_lose]

Jim enters the bar today looking entirely normal, and not like he wants to skin anyone alive at all. He’s jumpy though, tired around the eyes and they flit around the bar as if both looking for someone, and scoping out the surroundings for trouble. Or perhaps like he’d just like to start some, because the fourth date went great until it didn’t, and now he’s got a whole new thing to be furious about.

 

Whatever. He gets a coffee and his chess game from Bar and goes to perch on a chair by the Window, staring out into the void like it holds all the answers. Which it probably does, but that doesn’t make him twitch any less.

 

 

[OOC: Tons of smut in the link, but it doesn’t start for 100 tags or so if you’re here for the snark and lies. Post open through the weekend.]

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

[01 OOM: "Come to Server Continent, and defeat the enemy here. As the Chosen Children, you should be able to do it."]

Yamato's grateful for the help, but while building a raft was pretty straightforward when it was just the fourteen of them, having half of File Island's populace helping out makes it a little more awkward, which is why he, Jyou, and Koushiro sat down for ten minutes to figure out what tasks to give everyone.

(It's not just a case of collecting wood, after all. They need food and water to last them the journey, something to fireproof the wood with, material to bind the logs with and to make sails out of, and a whole lot more.)

So when Yamato - the younger, eleven year old Yamato, not the older one who usually comes in - enters (with Gabumon hurrying behind him), he has his nose buried in a notebook with a to-do list, assignments, and a small map of the surrounding area scribbled in it.

He's not looking where he's going at all.

(no subject)

[fry_sandhu]

Fry is in one corner of the bar, writing out 'I will not be vulgar' fifty times. Apparently teaching a farting game to your entire class in front of guests doesn't go down well with the strictest teacher in the school.

At least he has a magic bar where he can do this without wasting time he can use on useful stuff.

Half way through his punishment, he pauses and pulls out a nice-looking dictionary from his book bag, and looks up the word 'vulgar', which apparently means 'Making explicit and offensive reference to sex or bodily functions'.

Then he starts looking up 'explicit', 'offensive' and 'reference'...

(no subject)

[runningred]

Jay comes up from the garage. Looking, well, like someone who hasn't slept much in the past week. He drops several packages off at the bar, writing notes to go with each of them.

( Yamato -  )

( Ragnar and Athelstan –  )

Then he leaves a note on the board.

Resident mechanic and tinkerer.
Now taking commissions.
Ask for Jay or leave a message at the bar.

That done, he orders a pot of coffee and sprawls out on a couch.

(no subject)

[coral_sandhu]

Coral is sitting at the bar, making pretend cakes, which look almost good enough to eat.

Before she gets someone to bake the silicon for her, she adds some extra touches, like a little caterpillar coming through one of the cakes.

(no subject)

[2goodarms]

[Upstairs, two conversations:

Morning: Room 1423

and

Evening: Room 1001

warning for discussion of murder and self-harm in the second thread.]