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littlesynthgirl [OOM: Pino returns home and tries to tell Mother about Milliways. As expected, it doesn't go well. Warning for casual neglect from a parental figure.]
Sep. 21st, 2016
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Sep. 21st, 2016 06:36 pmjust_cant_loseJim enters Milliways looking like a regular businessman today, carrying a briefcase and everything. Though...regular businessmen might not deposit a stack of bearer bonds quite that large on the bar top, nor move with such an air of repressed...something. Energy? Maybe.
He murmurs, 'that should take care of things,' as they disappear into the wood, and a vodka and lime takes their place. Jim stretches his neck to the side until it pops, and lifts the drink with a deliberate hand.
Forty-eight hours to go. The anticipation is a living thing under his skin, and he needs some distraction to stop him climbing the walls. This place has a better chance of offering that than anywhere else.
[OOC: Past 2am, so I must call slowtime. Thanks for tagging guys, see you tomorrow! <333]
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Sep. 21st, 2016 09:18 pmis_the_motion[oom: Who shot Turtle: Part 2. Bonnie grabs Jay and heads back with some backup.
TW: Descriptions of injuries]
TW: Descriptions of injuries]
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Sep. 21st, 2016 09:52 pmis_the_motionIt's been a... very difficult day.
Finally, everyone is safe, and in bed, and sleeping. Except Bonnie, who got up again just to make sure the door is totally locked this time, because apparently nobody locked the door when they left the house this morning.
She got the feeling she wasn't going to get much sleep at home, and you can't leave people much safer than in stopped time, so she makes her way back into the bar. She's all cleaned up, and tries to show no signs that her arm is killing her as she makes a beeline straight across the bar to the stairs and up to her room.
Once up there, she sits in the armchair and puts her head in her hands. Hell, what a day.
Her foot catches against something on the floor. She reaches down and pulls the bottle forward, looking at it.
[ooc: Catch her in the main bar or follow her upstairs - not locked but if your pup doesn't know her well they may not get much out of her.]
Finally, everyone is safe, and in bed, and sleeping. Except Bonnie, who got up again just to make sure the door is totally locked this time, because apparently nobody locked the door when they left the house this morning.
She got the feeling she wasn't going to get much sleep at home, and you can't leave people much safer than in stopped time, so she makes her way back into the bar. She's all cleaned up, and tries to show no signs that her arm is killing her as she makes a beeline straight across the bar to the stairs and up to her room.
Once up there, she sits in the armchair and puts her head in her hands. Hell, what a day.
Her foot catches against something on the floor. She reaches down and pulls the bottle forward, looking at it.
[ooc: Catch her in the main bar or follow her upstairs - not locked but if your pup doesn't know her well they may not get much out of her.]
