Year-end destruction therapy, anyone?

[death_gone_mad]

For a change, Amascut doesn't come in through the back door, like she has been doing lately. She isn't garbed in her sea captain's overcoat either, pretending that Millways had brought her in from an earlier time. No, this Amascut actually comes from a couple decades later, pushing a cart of full of pottery through the front door. But a few decades on someone like her hardly shows.

"Bar," she says curtly as she stops by the barstools, "Yellow paint and a calligraphy brush." Bar obliges, but adds in a half dozen safety googles and a napkin. "Ugh, fine."

When she reaches the back door with the cart, she glances out the window and spies snow. After an annoyed growl, the dashes up the stairs to her rented room and comes back down a while later wearing the white yakskin coat and matching set of warm off-white snow pants, snow boots, and gloves.

She wheels the cart to some large protruding rocks by the lakeshore — leftovers from her duel with that strange rock-man, Zelgadis. After borrowing some firewood, she sets up a bonfire to keep warm.

Soon, the sounds of pottery being smashed against the rocks joins the sound of the crackling fire.

There is plenty pottery to get rid of, as long as you dress warmly enough to venture outside.

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[likeroaringlions]

William's last stop in Milliways was brief, brief and annoying, but long enough for him to catch on that it's winter here. So he comes prepared, this time: old boots on his feet, and a bundle of woolens wrapped in a cloak shoved under his arm.

He doesn't go straight out into the cold, though. First he'll have a beer and a bite to eat. And...collect Jim's reply note and send it into the fire. Christ.

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[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu Shanu is alive.

At least, that's how she seems to be. She may not know where she is, aside from it not being an exploding planet, but she appears to have all her working parts. Bonus.

"What is this place?" She calls out, expecting a Pilot to answer.