Nov. 28th, 2017

patterns_bloom: (evidently not smooth enough)
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[OOM: In the next leg of Alana's backpacking trip through Europe, she spends a few weeks soaking in Prague, goes clubbing in Madrid, and shops in Paris.]
errant_valkyrior: (99 bottles of beer)
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The Front Door bangs open and a woman dressed in leathers and the odd piece of armor stands there swaying slightly. In one hand she holds a large bottle and in the other the large leg of some sort of insect or crustacean. Staring at the bar at large, she takes a final bite of the leg before throwing it over her shoulder. She then raises the bottle to her lips to take a drink, only to discover it is empty. Scowling at the bottle, she throws it over her shoulder before stepping into the bar and allowing the door to close behind her.

The steps down to the bar catch her off guard and she stumbles into a leaning shuffle that would make Cosmo Brown proud, before she bumps into Bar and comes to a crashing halt. Sighing heavily, she catches her balance by splaying her arms wide on the bar top. Seeing no one to take her order, she slaps the bar and calls out, "Hey! What does a body have to do to get a plasma porter?!?"

She almost loses her balance when the bottle appears with a note which reads, "Please don't hit me."

Leaning forward and blinking a few times to read the note, she says, "Oh sorry. Didn't see you there."

[OOC: 'Scrapper' here is from a few years before Thor: Ragnarok. In an effort to protect canon and avoid spoilers, I'm going to try and avoid any details about her, including her name. This backroom post has more details if you're curious.]
brooke_sandhu: (Default)
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[oom: "You're a bully."]

FINALLY. Everyone else in this household gets a door after their fifth birthday, so Brooke had figured it was only a matter of time. So had Dad, who had warned Brooke extensively about this day, and all the important things like not going out in the forest on her own in case she gets eaten.

She looks very pleased with herself when she gets the door open, but less pleased when Gil follows her in.

"It's my door, not yours." she informs him. "You can't be here without Daddy or Fry. Go back to school."

"Look!" Gil says, showing her his broken rag dolly, which has a ripped arm.

Brooke rolls her eyes, goes to the bar, and gets some sellotape. She clumsily sticks the arm back on, then hands it back to her brother.

"Fixed. Off you go."

Gil doesn't look convinced.