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[idontneedluck]

Spring is in the air at Milliways. Literally, if you are allergy prone. Flowers are in bloom, the grass is green, the mud is everywhere, and the demon bunnies are busy ensuring the next generation will be a large one.

In the midst of all of this, smoke wafts across the landscape - bitter with the scent of burning flesh and mechanics, mixed with the salt air of the sea and the scent of sun-baked sand.

Somewhere in the smoke, somehow, between one cloudy drift and another, someone appears sprawled on the grass. A thin man, bloodied and marked with blaster char. A man who, for once in his life, is completely and utterly bewildered. As he lies there, the injuries he came with fade, ghosting away as if they never were.

This new addition to Milliways doesn't have much time to consider his new and much muddier lot in life before he is joined, at not so far a distance, by a second man. A mountain of a man, armored and scarred, the last remnants of the sand from a past life whipping past and disappearing into the grass.

(Tiny tags: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus, Anakin Solo)

(OOC: The boys are going to be investigating the Bar, so feel free to find them there (covered in mud) or out back (also muddy).)

(OOC: Alright my lovelies, we're going into slowtime - new pups are still welcome, and while play may be sporadic tomorrow we'll both be back tomorrow night. May the Force of others be with you.)

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[mjolnir_retriever]

Some people, if they were in the bar when Jim Moriarty was last around, might have noticed a few events. Such as Jim getting his baseball bat smashed by a magic hammer, and Jim himself getting carted off to the cells.

(Thor is many things, but subtle is rarely one of them.)

Some time later, Thor emerges from the Security office, with a look of suppressed exasperated annoyance that makes him look rather like a very shiny and warrior-like teacher of thirteen-year-olds.

He leaves two notes with Bar. The first is a note from Jim to Sherlock, written in pink crayon: Locked up again, darling. Two nights. You don't have to visit, but can if you like. xxx

The second is one to X: My friend, I trust that you and yours are well. I wished to inform you that I have arrested Jim Moriarty for violence attempted upon an innocent creature in the bar. My sentence was two days in the cells, but if you wish to alter it to something you find more creatively fitting, I make no objection. I did not increase his sentence for being annoying, but I was sorely tempted. By my hand, Thor Odinson.



[OOC: First link goes to an EP that contains animal abuse; second link just goes to a visiting post for Moriarty in the cells. He'll be there for two days, and it's open to visitors! Edit: probably going to be at least some references to animal abuse in the Wilford thread in the comments to this post, too.]