OOM: But will it ever be enough?

[sunbaked_baker]

(OOM: Quite often, when a long night out with Con had gone from bad to worse, when Rae's humanity felt scraped raw from the things she had seen and done, she found herself fervently wishing that somehow there could be some sort of human comfort at the end of it all. Kind words, a soft blanket, a hot cup of tea, human kindness and reassurances to bring her back to her daylight self and remind her that who she is in the dark isn't all of who she is.

Now she was finding that she could hardly stand it when she did have that comfort pressed upon her.)

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[i_ship_it]

[oom: The marina wasn’t quite what Dodger had expected for some reason]

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[i_ship_it]

When Dodger finds Milliways today, she knows exactly what she wants, and heads straight to the bar. She asks the bar to borrow a fishing rod and a well-stocked tackle box, which the bar provides. Bar also provides a warm coat, and a woolly hat, which Dodger doesn't quite understand. With a shrug, she takes it all toward the back door. And then it makes sense.

There's snow. Actual snow. Dodger's never seen snow in her life, but here it is in front of her, covering every inch of the grounds outside. She quickly puts the fishing rod and tackle box down onto a nearby table and puts on the coat and hat before venturing outside. Her canvas shoes are immediately soaked through, but she's on a mission. She heads down to the lake, and finds an area where the snow is thinnest, and gets to work, trying to remember what Mark had showed her before. Spinner, weight, bobber. And then she tries to cast off, and gets the hook caught on the hood of her jacket. It takes some time to untangle everything, and then she tries again. It's awkward and ungainly, and the lure goes high into the air and splashes down about ten feet in front of her. With a sigh, she reels in and tries again.

[ooc: Mark may pop in and out of threads.]

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[run_barry]

Regrets. Barry has them.

He has ALL of them.

He's not sure when the party ended, or really even how he got here now, but he's at the counter nursing a ridiculously large mug of coffee and a hangover of epic proportions.

Over near the fire place Cisco is crashed out on one of the couches, sleeping off his own night of celebration.



[tiny tag: Cisco Ramon]

[ooc: two pups, one mun, tag either one, the other may wander over eventually. More info on them here.]

OOM

[bigarmy_strangepants]

[[Blood, sex, magic.
Sinric reassures Ragnar about the future of his new-born son Ivar, after having gone to the tree for prophecy, here.
Content warning for sex, eunuchs, and period-typical ableism.]]

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[the_cupbearer]

New Year's Eve is also something of a birthday celebration for Ganymede: as such he greatly enjoyed himself, but this mid-morning he's sitting in the bar in a somewhat less crisp than it started dress shirt, a sweater over the back of his chair. He's sitting with a mirror, trying to get his hair back into some semblance of order--more difficult than it sounds with a braided arrangement.

He has a little cupcake on a saucer beside him, candle burning brightly and making him smile, and an open box with a wristwatch nestled in it.

Come interrupt, won't you?

OOM

[galen_erso]

[[The best thing about snow is getting warm afterwards.
After Bodhi experiences the first snow of his life, Galen warms him up.
Content warning for sex, more sex, wild sex, and schmoop.]]


tinytag: bodhi rook, galen erso

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[sticktothemission]

 Gabriel hadn't meant to stay the night here. He hadn't meant to get drunk either or even to drink at all. He half wishes he'd imagined the omnic last night that was acting unlike any omnic he knows because then his pounding head would be imagined too.

Instead he pulls his hoodie a little further down as he groans against the lights and sounds of the room. "Hey," he says softly to Bar, "little help?" A bottle of blue Gatorade and two ibuprofen appear. "Oh, you're the best." He thankfully pops the pills and cracks open the bottle, eager to get over this as soon as possible.

The doctors are going to kill him if they find out he's been drinking. 

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[girlwithout]

[oom:
"Me, I did it once before. Now I've got the opportunity to do it all over again, and... I'm grateful for it.
Hey. It's okay. It's really okay."]

Instead of coming through a door, Rikki Barnes just kind of... materializes in the Bar, like someone took her apart and re-assembled her in front of the fire. She crumples pretty much as soon as she’s fully present and only stops herself from collapsing all the way by putting out her hands instinctively and landing so she's pretty much kneeling on the floor. It hurts, the impact on her hands and wrists and knees, but she doesn’t try to get up, just starts crying. God, she can’t—there’s too many questions crowding in her head, what happened what am I why am I alive am I even alive why am I not dead why is this happening to me, and she's too much in shock to try to move from where she landed or care that there's people around her to watch her have a total breakdown.

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

[01 OOMs: Adventures in hospitality and/or indentured servitude at Digitamamon's Diner.

Jyou's Side.

Yamato's Side.

PicoDevimon's Side.

Warnings for a bat tormenting a small child in the third OOM.]