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[just_cant_lose]

 
Upstairs:

Jim and Sherlock play intimacy chicken

 

Jim walks down the stairs with the air of a man who has somewhere better to be. He orders takeout food from the bar, gets a few bottles of wine and some more cigarettes, and a box to stick it all in. Then he heads back to the stairs...only to pause as he remembers something, and turn right back. He has to leave a note, for some future time when he might have to occupy himself some other way. A hateful thought.

( X-23 )

No name because duh, who else would it be from? That done, he heads back upstairs to Sherlock.


[OOC: Longass thread is loooong, and NSFW in various places though it takes a while to get there.]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen stonks her way into the Bar in power armor, pausing just inside the door to take off her helmet and let Dogmeat through with her. After securing a whiteboard and marker from the Bar she picks out a table and settles in. A few minutes later she sets up the whiteboard; the neatly printed text on it reads:

Will Pay Bottlecaps, Pre-War Money, Or Barter
In Exchange For Accurate, Repeatable Way Of Making Cheez
Not Cheese
Cheez
We Already Know How To Make Cheese

She then settles back and signals a rat; it's been a long day in Philadelphia and she could use a drink while she waits.

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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim has dragged a sofa over to the Observation Window this afternoon, right up close to the glass so the main room is blocked out of view as much as possible. He could pass as any random hipster today, in low-slung jeans and soft cardigan, and he's got earbuds in. 

You might not see him, as he's lounged out along the length of the couch, screwing a drone together and staring out at the stars. You might hear him though, as he occasionally bursts into random lines of songs he's listening to. Currently on the playlist, 'he drives me crazy!'

At least he's got a good voice?

'Like no one else...'

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[not_the_second]

The door flies open and Mr Segundus rushes in and quickly shuts it behind him with the slightly frantic speed of one who has longed to find a moment alone and finally has managed to slip away. He scarcely, therefore, seems to notice what room he has stepped into: he stands a moment with his hand upon the knob, head bowed and eyes closed, sitting in some private thought for a moment.

Then he turns, and he looked unusually bright-eyed, a flush in his generally pale cheeks. Only then does he see the room, and his eyes go wide.

"Oh!" he says softly. "This place!"

One might guess, from his manner, though only a few months have passed in Milliways since last he was seen here, it has been rather longer on the other side of Mr Segundus's door.

[ooc: I'm bumping Mr Segundus up to the end of his canon!]

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[have_no_mercy]

Today, Tess is sitting by the fireplace, taking up an armchair and a footrest. She's wearing a trendy scarf and some fantastic shoes.

She's simply relaxing, resting her head back against the chair, a glass of scotch in one had and the bottle nearby.

Ah, lazy, fall evenings.