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[run_barry]

[oom: things go off with a bang]

Things have been hectic and Barry has a lot on his mind, but he's still got a metabolism to feed, and could maybe use a break, so he comes into Milliways in search of a meal.

What he gets instead when he perches on a stool at the counter is a very large (read: GIANT) cupcake with a burning '1' candle.

Barry's eyes widen in surprise and he asks, "What is this?"

Instead of an answer he receives a fork, and a peanut butter and banana milkshake.

Confused but hungry, Barry sets to eating the cupcake.

Somewhere in the process he gets ice cream to go with the cake, and he opens up his table to begin reading an article with the headline 'Inside Central City's Red Streak Phenomenon'.


[ooc: A day late, but still it's a year later. Open to anyone through the weekend.]

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[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy has made up his mind to finally go back home to do the thing that he has to do and get it over with.

So he's got his blanket and rice paddy hat that he came in with, all tucked under his arm and ready to go, when he gets a note from the Bar along with his usual breakfast whiskey.

"Seriously, though? Now?"

It's kind of a big tab. So.

"Alright, fine..."

Cassidy sighs and makes his way 'round to the back of the bar. It takes a few moments for him to scrawl something on the board (he's not very creative in this aspect), before he leans against the rear counter and lights up a cigarette.

specials
whiskey
beer
shots of anything

cocktails cost extra

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[idontneedluck]

There's nothing like a nasty virus to remind you of your age. Even if you aren't, technically, aging any more. He would complain that this isn't at all fair, but 'fair' wasn't ever really part of his life. Why should it be part of his afterlife?

So he's doing his best to get over it - he's keeping warm by the fire, stretching muscles and joints that continue to gripe about their lot, with a pot of sapir that he is steadily draining.

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[fry_sandhu]

[oom: The whole day is a test. Fry has an interesting and productive day, and meets a new friend.]

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[arkadia]

Eden looks like someone who's been working on -- well, on something today. He's got smudges of oil on his face, an oil-stained tank top on, and small patches and streaks of silver-white crystal across his arms and hands (all of which melt seamlessly into skin at the edges).

Slung over his shoulder is a slightly battered, patchwork looking device, about a foot and a half long and cylindrical in shape, with most of its surface covered by plastic rings with currently inactive lights on them.

He sets it down on one of the tables, orders a milkshake, and then puts his feet up, sipping on the bright red shake that the waitrats bring him.