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[have_no_mercy]

By Tess' reckoning, it hasn't been that long since she was in Louisiana. The feelings the trip brought back are still lingering.

It's not that shes disappointed to see the bar, but one could say she has sort of been avoiding it. Perhaps that's why it chooses to show up this time rather than her wanting to come. Apparently, she can't avoid it any longer.

Nothing is all that different as she sits at the bar proper, other than she seems to be a bit more subdued than usual. She even has a bottle of scotch to keep her occupied.

OOM, eps and IMDB flu.

[imthepilot]

Threads: Hannibal got sick and thought he was Galen Erso and was eventually reunited with Bodhi. Bodhi and Galen shared a meal and talked.

OOM: After a while they went upstairs to talk some more before falling asleep in each other’s arms. But Hannibal woke up, as Hannibal. He suffered a powerful moment of introspective and left Bodhi a message. Bodhi badly failed to cope but succumbed to the flu before he could do anything drastic.

{ooc: warnings for Rogue One spoilers in almost all threads. Big trigger warnings for self-harm and suicidal intent in the OOMs.}

And then…

FBI Trauma counsellor Elias Rahim makes his way down to the main bar, feeling frankly dreadful. He seems to have picked up a nasty bug on his flight back from Chicago. After cleaning himself up as best he could, he’s come in search of tea and some painkillers.

Having obtained those, with the rather confusing assistance of a rat, he’s doing what he usually does at times like this – throwing himself into work. He has a rather impressive new tablet computer head office must have supplied and is reading through the info on his next client, making notes.

That is, when he isn’t watching the coming and goings of the bar over the rim of his mug. Company would be most welcome. After all, Elias is a very social person.

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[feminine_menace]

YT's back, sans Stella this time. She's at the Bar eating some of those weird purple fruits Red introduced her to when he was doing a 'tending shift.

She's also on T-minus, which she hasn't used in a while.

rapidRadish (Yours Truly) signed on.

CURRENT rapidRadish [CRR] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board DOGS I MET TODAY

CURRENT rapidRadish [CRR] sent file "fayedog.jpg"

CRR: this is a Weimaraner
CRR: they are badass hunting dogs
CRR: but i think they look like fashion models

Happy Hour with IMDBed Thor

[mjolnir_retriever]

( Thor has been feeling steadily more ill. )

Kevin jogs downstairs. He's found himself a plaid shirt and skinny tie and tight jeans somewhere. His hair has grown -- which is weird -- but he's decided he rather likes the resultant ability to pull off a man-bun.

"Remodeling," he says to the room, with only mild bemusement. "Nice."

But oh man, there's a bar here, and there's no one behind it. Right, no worries. He knows what to do!

You'll find Kevin sitting behind the bar in perfect comfort, ignoring all passersby unless directly addressed, leafing through a magazine. There's a Welcome To Milliways pamphlet at his elbow, thrown carelessly on top of the office-style phone that's also appeared there, and a pair of glasses frames on his face.

Up on the Specials board, it says simply:

Drinks

First time visitor

[dataexpunged]

It was the lack of sound that he noticed first. Not that the noise outside his door was usually all that loud, but it was expected. Every 15 minutes the guard on duty walked past. Every half an hour, the rounds lined up so two of them passed at the same time, and they usually said hello to each other. At least once an hour, someone would knock on his door.

But something was wrong.

Dr. Alto Clef, currently of the SCP Foundation glanced curiously at his door. Was someone setting up a prank? He briefly checked his calendar, another four months until 050 was up for grabs again... But certain people didn't care about that.

He eased up out of his chair, lick his lips. Nervous? No. But sometimes-

He ran his hands across the front of the door, a frown on his chubby features. Did it feel warmer? No, just his imagination. Was someone giggling? Wait, that sounded like bottles clinking... He glanced at his trusty shotgun, then shook his head. No, not this time.

Carefully easing the door open, he looked out... and stood stock still, staring. "Huh. Class S physical location manifestation, in my site? Likelier then you'd expect..." He sniffed the air, and smiled. "And that's some good booze, too. Huh."

He could stay in his room, call some people, get it taken care of... but where's the fun in that? The best way to learn what a skip does is to explore it.

So, he makes a quick note on his desk, in case he doesn't come, and swings the door open wide... before stepping back, to grab his trusty ukulele. Then he steps forward into this brave new world, crying his world famous battle cry: "Konnie, you rat bastard, I know this is your fault!"