Ye Olde Sunday Multipup Post

[ostro_goth]

 Over the mountains, a thunderstorm is gathering; in an hour or perhaps even just thirty minutes, it might be pouring down. But as yet, people are about, among them:

• Teja, who is wandering the woods and the lakeside looking for canine activity. So far, he has found the traces of a veritable pack and several humans with them, but somehow he suspects that Buster the Inept was not part of that merry outing. Furthermore, he found two dead demonic rabbits, but they were too far gone for him to see if they were killed by a dog. Also, he doubts that Buster would be able to kill these creatures. When it starts raining, he will make his way back to the bar.
• Father Pearse Harman is on the lawn, having afternoon tea complete with scones and cream. He is reading a book with it, and ignoring the weather so far. He is, after all, English.
• Dr. Hannibal Lecter is two tables over, on the lawn as well, with coffee and drawing utensils. He is drawing dogs in sepia pencil.
• Ragnar Lothbrok is in the bar-room itself, ordering things from the bar which he stows into two rather small bags. He has a paper on a table which he looks at from time to time. Apparently, the Viking is planning to leave.
• Lady Margolotta is sitting in a dark corner of the bar, far away from the windows, checking things off in a large ledger. The table around it is covered in papers that look like lists.

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[almosthonorable]

The Ben Wade who enters the bar cuts a slightly leaner figure than he used to. Blame old-fashioned manual labor, and frugal living.

He's sweating and sunburnt beneath the brim of his beat-up brown hat, and he's counting himself damn lucky to've walked in. Here, he can pour iced water down his sawdust-dry throat.

At the counter, he's greeted with a napkin from Bar; his mouth quirks in a half-smile.

"Awful good to see you, too."

Another napkin appears.

"Thank you for holdin' on to 'em for me. I appreciate your safe-keepin'. Might be a while, yet, before I'll need 'em."

A third napkin.

"That so? Well, happy Mother's Day, Miss Bar. If you celebrate it."

Ben can't rightly say where his own mother might be. Or if she's above ground, now.

Still.

Even bad men love their mamas.

Which is why, as Ben pours himself a glass of ice water from the pitcher Bar graciously provides, he wonders, briefly, if that Bible she left his eight-year-old self with at the train station is still intact, somewhere — its spine and cover creased and cracked, maybe laying open on somebody's dinner table, or sitting shut and silent on a dusty shelf.




[ ooc: well, hel-lo — it's been a hot one and a half, y'all. open indefinitely! ]

[ tiny tag: cassian andor ]

First EP

[shakemyhand]

The door that appears is triangular and organic. The ribs of the structure covered in veined skin. The halves slide open with an organic sound and tendrils of mucus separate and drop to the floor. The alien at the other side of the door is very tall, 6'5", and grey-green. His white hair is lose about his shoulder, the back tucked into the collar of his coat. His coat looks something like this. Well, his is new and the patches/scales lie flat and are not warped.

Guide looks around this new place, not part of his ship, the telepathic network is gone. He bares his teeth with a growl. This is not where he is supposed to be.

*What is this?* he asks to any who might hear him telepathically.

(OOC: FYI here's some info for those who need to know about his telepathic abilities.)

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[electro_kinetic]

It's been a while for Noriko. Not overly long, mind, but long enough that there are some noticeable changes. The short hair is probably first, and the stuff in her arms is probably second, given there's also a stack of books under her arm that she's trying not to drop. She didn't exactly intend to move her crap here, but she supposes given other things changing, she can bite the bullet and change her stuff here too. Some of it, anyway.

She sets all the things down on a table, and steps up to the bar to start a conversation, going back and forth with a steadily-growing stack of replies on napkins being discarded to one side, and the numbers on the tab board by her name shifting--though not always down. Eventually, with a sheet of paper spread out in front of her, Nori seems satisfied, until she points at a line drawn on the floorplan. "Just...no window right there, huh? 'Cause that's a little weird. Full frontal and all."

She'll be trading room keys after that, and making a couple trips up and down the stairs in between snacks, and there will be decorating stuff later, once she makes sure the magic hasn't messed with her clothes and things.

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[scurlock]

The thing that you have to remember about doorways is that you have to appreciate the empty space inside the frame just as much as you appreciate the frame itself. Without the empty space, the doorway would not be a doorway, but a wall instead.

With a quiet click, the Front Door opens.

A patron near the doorway might catch a glimpse of the world outside before the man steps through it; trees in the distance, a horse tied to the rail of the front porch, a light rain falling. The man's clothes are damp, his boots caked in a layer of red mud that he'll track through the bar on the way to the counter.

The rats can complain all they want; the man doesn't care.



A bourbon appears on the polished surface in front of him before he even says a word.

Doc smiles.

Quietly: "I've missed you too, darlin'."



[OOC: Open indefinitely. Hey, y'all. :) ]

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[fry_sandhu]

[oom: Fry finds out who his teacher is next year.]