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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim is curious as to why there seems to be doors available into Milliways at the moment, when they disappeared for ages before. But not too much so because ugh, there are too many people in his house and here's as good a place as any to avoid them. Milliways may have its own set of annoyances, but at least he doesn't have to pretend to be nice.

He's a bit surprised to find his older self has left a few drones and the 'poon he got from YT, so he can play the 'catch me before I blow up' game. It feels like another attempt to keep him occupied, or maybe a peace offering from himself. The note doesn't say anything about that, it just states under no circumstances put cameras in these things, which is a drag, but whatever. It also adds, ask Bar for your bow and arrow if you get bored. Teach yourself archery.

Jim asks for it immediately, and takes himself into the corner with a burger, Coke and his various toys. He'll be out on the range later, learning for himself how difficult it is to master a weapon almost as tall as he is. 


[OOC: catchable inside or out, blowing up drones or being an inept amateur at archery. Open all weekend.]

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[runningred]

If anyone happens to be outside tonight, they may notice Jay carrying a couple of Jerry cans of fuel down to the boat-shed. He fiddles about in there for a bit before reappearing sans cans.

It's a lovely clear night so he sits himself down on a rock by the lake and enjoys a quiet smoke in the moonlight.

Company is always welcome.

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[patterns_bloom]

Alana--in a persimmon blouse with billowy sleeves and a black pencil skirt, the height of fashion of 2013 Earth--is somewhat engaged on her laptop, her latte neglected beside her.

She looks like she's doing some very important work.

She's playing solitaire, and she's bored out of her skull.

Anyone who catches her eye, she glances up and smiles at, looking to start a conversation.

(But not you, Hannibal.)

[tiny tag: Cassian Andor]